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Chapter eight | boo

"You are pretty much my most favorite of all time in the history of ever."

I looked up at the shiny, sunny sky. It's the hottest it's been all winter. "You probably shouldn't look up at the sky, you know, where the sun is." Bellamy said from beside me then took a bite of his hot dog.

He had been walking better on his foot, luckily. I looked at him with a confused look. "I'm not even looking at the sun." I told him slowly. He shrugged.

"So? It still isn't something you shouldn't do. I can count about thirty people who looked at you like you were a crazy person." He then took a sip of his sprite.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh, whatever. I don't go into the city often.." I said. "Just give me the peanuts, stupid." I added.

"Wow! At least I don't look like an asylum escapee." He put the small bag into my hands and I pulled it open, then shoved one into my mouth.

"You're annoying." I told him.

"You're weird." That was true.

We walked to a fountain that was surrounded by three large buildings. He clicked his tongue to an imaginary beat and took a seat by the water. I sat beside him and slipped off my shoes slightly.

I ate another nut. "Where should we go next?" He asked and crumbled up the wrapper from his hot dog. He leaned back on his hands and looked at me.

"We could go to some museum." He crinkled up his nose. "I'll take that as a no." I laughed.

"No offense, but museums are boring." He looked left and right, probably looking for something nearby. "Oh look." He stood up and jogged over to a poll that had several papers attached to it. He took one off and came back over. He handed me the paper and I looked over it.

"Oh no... no, we can't!" I said and gave it back to him. "I hate scary things, no way I could do a haunted ghost tour." He laughed then kneeled down in front of me.

"Please!" He begged. "Then we can go to your lame museum if you want!" He added. He had his hands in a praying position with the paper in between them.

I pressed my lips into a fine line. "If I die... I'm coming back to haunt you, then I will kill you." I told him and took the paper from his hands. He cheered and sat beside me to read the paper with me. "We don't really have to go to the museum. We can just do this if you want." He smiled wider and nodded.

The black bold letters said it would happen at one. It was twelve thirty right now. We had to get to the library. There a specific bus would pick us up and drive us to the hotel where the tour would take place.

"C'mon! We have to get going if we want to make it." Bellamy grabbed a hold of my hands and pulled me up. I walked slowly. On purpose.  "Hadley! Stop walking like a turtle." He tried to drag me along but I stood as strong as a rock.

Eventually, I gave up and we got to the library. A large group of people stood together with cameras dangling around their necks and around their wrists. "Do you think they are here for the tour too?" I titled my head to the side, thinking.

"Maybe. But I think they might be tourists." What commoner would brink so many cameras with them? He hummed in agreement and walked to one of the people. They all turned to us and I hide my face behind my hand, turning slightly so it looked like I wasn't friends with him.