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miles

charlie laughs as we stayed in the car, eating fries. "but how did you become famous for dyeing your leg hair? i do that on  a daily basis." she asked, taking a fry from the fast food bag.

"you gained so many subscribers because you dyed your uncle's dog, who does that?" i yell with a soft laugh. as we ate quickly and listened to music, we were on our way back to charlie's house.

"it was worth it," i hear the silence break, the soft voice came from the girl next to me. "she's still pink." i pull up in her drive way, we both open our doors.

i stay in the car, turning it off as charlie walks up to her door with her keys, i watch her, admiring her. most would call it creepy more than romantic.

i agree, it was strange i was staring at her as she dropped her keys. taking note on her soft swearing every time she pulled out the wrong key.

charlie walks into her house, looking back at me, "hurry up, slow poke." i snap out of my mind, getting out of my car. she had left the door open for me, inviting me inside.

charlie walks to her room for about 5 minutes, i stay in place, looking around. i want to annoy her as much as I can before splitting ways.

charlie was walking to the bathroom with her clothes, i hear the shower start. isn't it impolite to shower whilst having a guest over?

though, she did say i was no longer a guest due to the long hang outs recently. admitting she had never thought of me as such, just as someone who eats all of her food.

once i could assume she was in the shower, i yank towards my camera, pressing it on. "hi, yeah, it's me. you know that, anyways. i'm at char's house and she's showering."

pranks weren't really a thing that happened after she left for new york, but she pulled a hard one on me before she left for ny.

the prank was her leaving and not telling me.

"i want to fuck her life over." i smile innocently, "i'm going to scare her so badly she will piss yesterday's breakfast." i start to laugh evilly, i am very anxious and i just want to prank her.

"we have an ouija board," i point to the table that has the cursed board, "i'm going to set it up on her bed. i will sneak into the bathroom, take her clothes, and turn off the lights."

making sure my plan sung quietly, i sigh. it was too much to do, but that's what we consisted of at our closest. so, no trouble here.

i put the camera up on a pile of books on her counter, making sure i was still in frame. i open her  bathroom door. the steam built up in the room.

the glass was fogged on the mirror, only seeing some of me before snatching her clothes that were folded neatly on the sink.

grabbing them, i switch the lights off, making it darker before i left the room. "miles mckenna!" she shouts loudly, hearing her huff.

closing the door ever so lightly, i walked back to the kitchen, clothes in hand. i grab my camera and start walking to her room.