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chapter i.
•Kristen•
"FBI, open up!" I hear along with heavy knocks on my front door. I groan and drag myself off the couch, pausing my show on Netflix. I move my hair into a presentable style kinda, and I open the door.
"FBI! Open-"
"Up?" I say when opening the door and cutting one of the men off.
"What are you doing at my door at," I pause for a brief second to look at my clock near my door. "3:00 a.m.!" I exclaim, shocked. Not so shocked at them being here, more so that I'm up this late.
...again...
"Sorry, ma'am." The giant one says.
"No, it's okay. But let's speed this up please." I say with a hint of sass.
"We'd like to know if you know anything about the disappearance of Tommy Collins?" The one with blazing green eyes and short brown hair asks. He's pretty cute.
"Yes, actually, I was best friends with his sister in highschool." I tell them. They exchange a look of 'finally we are going somewhere'.
"Awesome. Do you have a moment to give more information?" The cute one asks.
"Woah, woah, woah, I need to see some ID." I say, given I totally forgot about that part.
They both pull out badges and IDs, "I'm Dean, this is Sam ." He says.
"Alrighty, so, instead of standing here at 3 a.m. And talking about this, how about we just meet up at a coffee shop tomorrow at 10?" I suggest.
"Fine by me." Dean says, clearly smirking.
"Okay, how's the diner just 10 minutes from here?" I ask.
"Sure, we look forward to tomorrow. It was a pleasure to meet you." He says. He goes to shake my hand, with his gaze locked with mine.
"The pleasure is all mine." I reply. I shake hands with Sam and they leave. I turn my tv off and crawl to my room to go to bed. "Night, Amber!" I shout to my best friend — slash —roommate.
"Night, Kristen!" She yells back. And as soon as I hit my pillow, I'm out like a light.
My alarm goes off at 8:00, I let out a groan and decide to drag myself out of bed by 8:45. "Oh, shit!" I yell, remembering I have to be at the diner in less than two hours. I run down the hall as fast as a track star and close the door shut. I quickly strip out of my clothing and toss them down the laundry shoot. I hop in the shower, shivering at how cold it is. I turn it way over to the warm side and burn my whole body.
Calm down, Kristen, you're just meeting up with 2 FBI's and one is super hot.
I take a deep breath and carefully set the water so it's bearable. I wash my hair, wash my body, I even shave just in case I wear shorts because it's freaking warm out. I get out and wrap a giant towel around my body, then wrapping one around my hair. I go into my room and look for an outfit. I pick a cute white top with really cute jean shorts, and I have a flannel to wrap about my waist. I go into the bathroom and finishing drying myself off. I look at the time and It's 9:15. I get dressed after brushing and blow drying my hair, I pick a necklace to go with my outfit then a cute pair of adidas shoes.
I give myself a glance in the mirror and decide to wear minimal make up. It's there, but it's cute. It's not much it's kinda natural, whatever you call it. Once I'm happy, I go into my kitchen and grab my purse, making sure I have my phone and keys. I send Amber a quick text that she will see when she wakes up. I notice it's a quarter to 10. Thankfully, the diner is close. I get in my car and start the ignition. I love my car, but it's too modern for my taste. I prefer older cars, they just look so much better. I pull out of my driveway and head to the coffee shop. When I pull in, I'm 8 minutes early. So I go in and sit down at a table. I stare out the window for probably eternity, before I notice a gorgeous Chevy Impala pull up.
Whoever owns that, I'm so jealous.
I look closely and Dean and Sam get out. I was really hoping it was someone I knew so I could drive it, but oh well I guess. I stand up when they walk in and wave to them.
"Hi, Kristen Phillips, correct?" Sam asks whilst shaking my hand.
"Yep. The one and only." I say before Dean comes and shakes my hand.
"Kristen, that's a pretty name for a pretty girl." He says, and I feel myself blush a little. But on the inside I'm screaming. We all take a seat and a waitress comes over. I look at my menu, and decide on a hot chocolate and chocolate chip waffles. Yum.
"Kristen?" I look up and see someone who I haven't seen in a while.
"Emily!" I exclaim, getting up to hug her.
"How the hell have you been, you look great!" She says.
"I've been good, Amber and I are roommates and we have our own house." I tell her.
"Oh my god, I need to visit. I haven't seen either of you since my parents moved in high school." Emily says. I take a little piece of later and ask for a pen, she gibes me one and I scribble down mine and Amber's numbers down.
"Here, the first one is my number and the second one is Amber's, she will be really happy to hear from you."I tell her.
"Eh hem?" Dean says, clearing his throat.
"Sorry, Kristen we will catch up later. What do you 2 boys want?" She asks them. They order whatever it is they like, and she goes off to give the order to the cooks.
"Sorry, I haven't seen her in a while." I say.
"It's alright. But we need answers. Care to share?" Dean says, with sassiness in his tone.
"Okay, okay. Fine."
Throughout the conversation, I find myself staring at Dean, then Dean staring at me and it goes back and forth like that.
Kristen. Focus.
"Got it." I say without thinking.
"What?" Sam says, confusion on his face.
"Sorry, I was thinking out loud." I quickly respond.
"Okay..." He says and we continue this awkward, almost interview.
