Great Idea Wise Guy

Revealed

"Some random person from behind the railing and pulled me over. I don't know who she was or what she really looked like but, she said it was for some reason I don't remember."

"She?" I ask.
"Yeah, she had brown hair, and that's all I remember before I went into my coma."
"That's unfortunate." Adam says.

"Well, let's leave her for today, I'll run some tests and let you know when she can go home." The nurse says and shooed us out of the room.

"That's weird." Adam says scratching his head.

-

Wind flew accross my face as I inhaled it.
I was standing on the beach where Bryony had fallen.
How could a place so beutiful be where something so horrid could happen?
In every beauty, there is an ugly.
It's the way the world works.
My sun dress danced accross my body as I felt reality settle in.
It was getting late and I needed to get home.

"Hey pretty girl." A young man walked over to me.
"Hi." I say hoping that I don't have to knee him in a covered area.
"What's a pretty girl like you doing here alone, unnacompanied?"
"Investigating a crime scene that might double to two."
His eyebrows raise.
"Two?"
"I can see it now," I look at him, "Creepy man wounded by a victimized girl who just wanted to get home for dinner."
He laughs and his eyes glaze over. Which is never a good sign. Knowing what will happen next, I step back right as his hand goes for me.
Then I run to my car.
He follows me close behind and hits the window in frustration as I lock the door.
He cirlcles my car and sits on the back.
I don't want to hurt this guy, so I wait.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen.
He comes to my window again.
"Pretty girl, won't you let me in?"
"Why would I?"
He ponders this for a moment.
"I have beer."
My nose scrunches. I pull out my phone.
"Imma call my friend."
I ring Amelia.
"Hello darling, I'm currently in a car with a creepy guy talking to me through my window, what should I do? Make another crime scene?"
I put her on speaker.
"Darling you're on speaker."
"Don't you have that pocket knife?" She plays along.
"Oh yes." I turn on my car light and grab the knife that gleamed when the light hit it. I turn my head creepily to the man who backed away slowly.
I turned on my my car,turned off the light and laughed as I pulled out.
"We make a great team." I say to Amelia and hung up.

-

Clink
Startled I sit up.
Clink
I get up and walk to my window.
"Tarzan? What do you want?"
He looks down shamefully.
"I know who attacked Bryony. I've known all along."
"Why didn't you say anything before? Who is it?"
He shifted uncomfortably.
"I can't just tell you."
"Why not?"
"Because, you'll be mad at her. And then... you'll stop talking to me."
"Gee, thanks for assuming things. What's your name anyway?"
"I kinda like the name I'm called now. I think I'll let you keep calling me that."
"Whatever."
"Well see you tomorrow Nevaeh."
"What? You can't just leave! Dang it Tarzan! I need an answer!" I slam my hands on the window.
"I told you Jane Porter, no can do. At least not yet."
I slam my window shut and go to sleep.

-

My eyes flicker open.
"Good morning Jane Porter."
I sit up and rub my eyes.
"Tarzan, why are you in my room?"
"I got bored and I don't want to be outside in the rain."
"Its raining? Aw, I was gonna wear a sun dress to school."

He smiles. "I'd like to see you in a skirt."

I roll my eyes. "Never gonna happen."

"So, what's for breakfast?" He asks wandering around my room, picking up random things and setting them back down.

I look up at my ceiling and ponder this for a second. "What do you want?"

"Mmm, a breakfast burrito."