1-800-OOPS

Two: Sour Patch Murder Scene

"Oh my god, Carter did you decapitate the sour patch kids?"

Melanie gasps as she looks at the murder scene in front of me. I let out a string of giggles.

"I thought blue and red should make purple so I switched their bodies," I say as I eat the two sour patch. I make a weird face from their sour taste. Mel stares at me with wide eyes.

"No! Not the kids!" She cries as she tried to take away the candy pouch from me. I swat her hand away and stick out my tongue.

I look around my vast living room and notice Chase is laying on the couch, his arm hanging off the side. That's going to be sore when he wakes up. His mouth is slightly ajar as soft snores escape his lips.

"How long has he been out?" I ask Melanie. She's taking another sip from the vodka bottle, some of it dripping onto her chin. She brushes her blonde hair out of her face and ties it up into a sloppy bun. Pieces of her hair fall around her face so she releases a huff of air to get them away.

"An hour. He passed out right about the time you started your murder scene." She laughs and takes a seat beside me on the floor. Melanie grabs a few sour patch kids and eats them, getting rid of the few witnesses. I gasp. Everyone knows you can't tamper with a crime scene.

I punch her lightly. "How are we supposed to find the murderer now?" I whine and cross my arms like a child.

She licks some of the sour sugar off her fingers and grins like a maniac.

"It's you Carter. You are the murderer," I grab the vodka bottle from her hand and take the last sip. "And you're drunk."

"N-no. You're drunk," I laugh before falling back, leaning against the couch. The cold from the white leather sends shivers up my body. My pink hair gets in my mouth and I attempt to spit it out ungracefully.

I let out a big burp and cover my mouth quickly, eyes wide in shock. I look around to see if Melanie noticed but she is crashed on the floor. Her heavy breaths confirm that she's asleep.

After school we drove directly home. Melanie and I wanted to binge watch Grey's Anatomy and fantasize over McDreamy and McSteamy but Chase refused. He claimed it would ruin his man pride. I know he secretly likes McSteamy. I mean, he beats McDreamy any day.

So instead, we watched Finding Nemo, which I don't see how that would not ruin his man pride either but I guess the scene where Nemo touches the 'butt', makes up for that. Those are his words, not mine.

Men, always hard to understand.

I sigh and lay down beside Melanie, letting sleep overcome me.

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"Wake up! Wake up, I want waffles," I peel an eye open, the light burning. I see Chase staring down at me, his blonde hair falling onto his face, partially covering his eyes. I honestly do not know why he is awake right now. It's saturday for god sake. Weekends are for sleeping in until noon or until your parents yell at you for being lazy. Luckily for me, it is never the latter.

"Ask Bernie..." I mumble before shutting my eyes tight again. Chase has been here a thousand and one times. He knows where everything is. Both of my best friends know all the nooks and crannies of this mansion.

"But I can't find him," He whines. The entire time I still don't bother looking at him. I'd just want to punch him. Chase is such a child sometimes.

"Mel," I lift my head and look around. I wince in pain due to my stiff neck. I see Melanie sprawled on the floor with her hair over her face. I kick her slightly. "Make him shut up," I cry and drop my head on the floor again.