Me and Ryan had just made it to his house, it was still pouring and it was very foggy. He had brought me inside the house and I had seen the bathroom. It was like something from my nightmares, like this could be the next Creepypasta if we worked hard enough! But I just stood there in complete awe. I didn't know how to respond. "We need to move her.... She can't stay in the bathroom or else her skin will literally melt off her body. It'll be like meat stew in here." Ryan said. I gagged at the thought of it. Chunks of flesh and organs in a steaming hot bathtub with hair seasoning and a side dish of disgust and puke. I agreed that we had to move her with a nod of my head and another gag. "If you get the hands, i'll get the legs." Ryan proposed. "HOLD ON! WE NEED TO DIG A HOLE FIRST DUMBASS! WHAT DID YOU PLAN TO DO WITH HER? SET HER ON THE COUCH?" I yelled as he put his hands on the legs that showed most of her muscle coverage. He looked over at me and had a face that you could tell was shocked, I mean.... I did yell at him in his own house. "Sorry LORRY, do I need to let you do the planning? You touch her legs!" Ryan grabbed my hands playfully and made me touch her legs, I looked away from both of them and took a solid 15 seconds to barf. "Sor-Sorry.!." Ryan couldn't stop laughing while talking. "BITCH! I CAN BARELY F- (Cough, laugh) FUCKING TALK NOW BECAUSE M- (Cough, gag, laugh) MY THROAT HURTS SO MUCH!" It was hard to say that sentence in general because I was laughing, coughing, and gagging while talking. "We should re- (laugh) really get the sh- (laugh) shovel ya dumbass." I said laughingly. Ryan was laughing so hard he had his hands on his knees and was barely breathing. It made me a bit bright inside that I spread comfort to a gruesome situation. I started walking out of the bathroom door and went to open the front door. Then I heard the thunder and the rain and remembered that it was raining. "HEYO RYAN! IM STEALING YO UMBRELLA!" I shouted. "BITCH, YOU ONLY GETTIN IT IF YOU CAN FIND IT!" Ryan shouted back. I looked at the TV in the corner of the room. "ITS BEHIND THE TV!" I shouted, he replied with "FUCK!". I got umbrella and opened the door to go outside. I stepped outside and saw a large, taller then me, shovel leaning against the outside of the house. I grabbed it and started digging into an area behind his house where flowers were growing mildly. About 3 minutes passed of me digging and I finally made a hole big enough for his moms body. Then I looked into the rain and saw red and blue flashing lights against the fog and grey rain. I dropped the shovel against the house and went inside. I put the umbrella back behind the T.V. and noticed Ryan sitting on the couch watching the news, presumably waiting for me. "Hey sit down and watch this for a sec, its really interesting." Ryan tempted. I just looked at him confused and sat down. My eyes were glued to the T.V. " 17 year old Symone Morray ran away from home for the second time this year. Reporters say he ran across the border line from Texas to Arizona. Its said that the transgender boy is running past Bullhead City next. Stay tuned to find out whether he's caught!" I stopped and looked at Ryan. "Shit he's running past our place." Ryan said. "I'm pretty sure its a boy that got transformed to a girl, so its a girl." I responded. "That makes sense I guess.." Ryan replied. "Time to carry her? AND can I get gloves?" I asked. "Gloves are in the top left cabinet in the kitchen near the window." Ryan stated. "K then, you want gloves too?" I asked. "Definitely." Ryan replied, "I don't wanna touch that shit with my bare hands." I laughed and got the gloves from the cabinet. I put my set on and sneaked up behind Ryan on the couch and tried to slide them over his face as a prank. It didn't work because he grabbed them before I got to fully put it over his face. "Nice try motherfucker!" Ryan said. "Well I wouldn't fuck your mom anytime soon, and my mom is probably more experienced with fucking then me so who you callin the motherfucker?" I responded and laughed. We walked into the bathroom and I picked up his moms arms, while Ryan picked up her legs. It was a struggle to pick her up between the gagging and the weight. We finally managed to get her out of the bathtub and we tried to get her to the hole as soon as possible. Once we got outside I almost dropped her, but we got to the grave fast enough before my hands wore out, and I dropped her. I covered her with dirt and placed some flowering cacti seeds by her grave. Then I looked up as I heard footsteps splashing in the puddles. It was a girl with short brown hair and a short dress with thigh high stockings and boots. She was beautiful. Then I saw the police officer running after her. He caught up to her and started yelling. That was the transgender, I just knew it. I ran to her, Symone, with a plan. "You broke a political rule of breaking and enteri-" I cut the officer off, "Excuuuuse me? What are you doing with my Sister?" I asked. The officer looked at me funnily. "This is not a girl first off, second this is the runaway!" He scolded. "FIRST OFF. STOP CALLING MY SISTER A BOY, SECOND, SHE HAD TO RUN HERE BECAUSE SHES HELPING SETTING UP THE PARTY AND WE MESSAGED HER WHEN SHE WAS ON HER MORNING JOG! NOW LET HER GO AND FUCK OFF." I yelled at the officer. He looked at me, let her go, and shoved her towards me. He got in his vehicle and rolled down the window. "Call me." He said. I replied by giving him the bird. He rolled up the window and drove off. Symone bear hugged me. "Thank you so much!" Symone said. Ryan ran up to me. "So this is the transgender kid?" Ryan asked. "First off, I'm a girl, second off my name is-" Ryan cut her off, "Symone?" Symone looked at us confused. "How did you know my name?" Symone asked. "Television, they were talking about you on the news. How do you think I knew how to save you from the cop?" I told her. She nodded as it started making sense to her. "So want to come in the house? After running that long your probably starving, I mean I'd be at least hungry for some tacos." Ryan asked. Symone nodded her head and we led her inside. She sat down on the couch tiredly. "You kind of remind me of Eleven from Stranger Things." Ryan said. She laughed a bit. "You hungry for anything Symone?" I asked. "Do you have any porkchops?" She asked. I looked at Ryan and he nodded. "Yea we have some porkchops, I'll go ahead and make them." I responded. Symone smiled widely and thanked us yet again. I started making some porkchops and went in to check on her and Ryan when they were done, Ryan was playing video games and Symone was fast asleep. I just set the porkchops on the table and took a few for myself.
But this was only The Tricky Bit in what was about to happen.
