~Blake's POV~
I can't believe she just got up and left. She even gave me a freaking boner. I am going to get back at her. I know she loves me, so maybe I will ignore her for a week. She wont last that long.
I got up and looked around the house. Where is she????
"Sydney!" I yelled.
"Yea?" I heard her ask.
"Where are you?" I asked.
Silence.
"Come on Sydney!" I yelled.
"Come and get me," she said.
She sounded so close, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"SYDNEY!" I yelled.
"I'm not on this floor," she gave me the hint.
"Then what floor?" I asked.
"Basement," she laughed.
"Then how do I hear you?" I asked.
"The vent," she said and I looked at the vent.
"Sydney! I'm gonna get you," I yelled and ran to the basement steps. I opened the door and ran down.
"Syd," I yelled.
"Hehehehe," she giggled.
"Where are you, this isn't funny anymore," I said. I was getting a little annoyed.
"Closet," she said.
"Wow," I said and opened the closer. Nobody was in there.
Suddenly I was shoved into the closet and the door shut. I grabbed the handle, but the door as locked.
"Damn you," I said.
"Why did you want to find me so bad?" she asked.
"I had a surprise for you," I said. Which was true.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Open the door and find out," I said and she unlocked it. I handed it to her. Her mouth dropped to the floor.
"YOU GOT TWO TICKETS TO WARPED TOUR!" she screamed.
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Fallen Angel
Teen FictionSydney hates her new life. She is emo and hates preps. She is also mute. At her new school she gets bullied and hate her dad. She is abused and can't scream for help. Her mother died when she was 7 and left her a black Camaro for when she turned 16...
