Theater In The Streets - A MicroAngle Fanfiction.

We Live. We Love.

A/N Read the description of this story first. I'm Lefty, my close friend is Micro. Enjoy this piece of turd I call a story!

Micro cried on the floor as Lefty turns to walk out the door. But she stops. She looks behind her.

All she wanted was to do was scoop her up in her arms and squeeze her tightly close to her chest while stroking her hair. Lefty could barley fight off the temptation.

They were friends, but Lefty never wanted this, did she? Hard to tell, as she was already on the floor, comforting Micro.

The two huged tightly while Lefty softly whispered "Shhhh. It's alright..." Micro continued crying over her shoulder, but smiled widely.

Lefty then relized what she was doing. "NO! NOT FALLING FOR IT AGAIN!" She shouted, letting go of the mess under her. "IT WAS AN ACIDENT! I'm sorry..." Micro shouts after her between hiccups.

Lefty remembered she left her car at her house and drove with Micro. She was not going to go back in there though!

She began walking as the sun came out after the rain clouds passed. Lefty tried making out a rainbow, but could not find one.

Micro, still crying, relized Lefty didn't have a car. She began running to her car, grabbing a trash bag just in case they needed to do this "The hard way" on her way out.

She got in her car and found Lefty walking. Lefty was prepared to jump in a bunch of bushes behind her with a hill behind it if Micro tried pulling something funny.

"Need a ride?" Micro asked as if nothing every happened. "No thanks." Lefty mumbles. Micro reaches for the door on the passenger seat. "Lefty." She says firmly. Lefty looks at her in the eyes, obviously frightened. "Get in the damn car."

She begins getting out. Lefty jumps behind the bushes, Micro following close behind her. She throws the bag over Lefty, causing her to trip and squirm.
Micro lifts the bag slightly so that the bag is over her head only as she steps on her arms. Lefty attempts to kick her, when that doesn't work, she begins protest and cries for help.

She is chloroformed and gagged as Micro carries her slowly to her car. Micro smirks. "This is going to be fun..."

A/N The chapters will be longer. This is more of kinda an epilogue.

-Lefty