Mickey Who? [OLD VERSION]

~2~ Mystery Man?

Dedication to IsaSecret for the current cover! (:

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Chapter Two: Mystery Man?

Song for this chapter: "Dirty Little Secret" by the All American Rejects

          I stared at the envelope, debating whether to open it or not. What if this isn’t even meant for me? But then again…what if it is? In my mind, this type of argument went on like for at least a couple of minutes. And just when I about made my decision, someone grabbed my shoulders from behind and shook me.

          “Miss me?” a cheery, familiar voice asked. At the sound of Heather’s voice, I turned around. “Hey, what’s that?” she inquired before I could even respond to her greeting. Her eyes were settled squarely on the envelope in my hands.

          “I-It’s nothing,” I lied, quickly putting the envelope into one of my back pockets.

          As a response to my quick reaction Heather gave me a suspicious stare. “You sure?”

          I nodded. “Positive.”

          “…Alright…if you say so,” she replied, but the suspicious look didn’t waver.

          I laughed awkwardly, trying to hide my terrible and obvious lie. I didn’t know why I was lying to my best friend about this. Heather is my best friend…but for some reason, my gut was warning me not to tell her. Besides, it wasn’t like I knew for sure what was inside the envelope.

          I tried to think of something to say or ask. So I inquired. “So how was the bathroom?”

          “Really Ana? That’s seriously the best attempt you could do at changing the subject?” She gave me a long, flat look.

          “I-I wasn’t changing the subject,” I lied, adverting my eyes to the dark red car that was passing through the foamy, colorful soap area. “I just heard they like use a cool foamy soap here in the bathroom. Apparently it like changes colors or something.”

          Almost immediately Heather’s eyes lit up. “They do! They really do!”

          “Really?” I gaped. I definitely just made that up!

          “No of course not. Who would make soap that changes colors?” she said, shooting down my surprised expression.

          I frowned, slightly annoyed that I fell for her trick. Heather was great at acting; in fact, she was planning on majoring in that for college. She had already been in like a million school plays, and I thought her acting was up to par with even some of the most professional actors and actresses. But that was just my opinion.

           Shaking my head, I said. “You know that I hardly get excited for anything. And the one thing I wish they created, what do you do?” Without waiting for her reply, I continued. “You just mock me. Mean, Heather…that’s just plain mean.”

          She laughed, showing me all of her pearly white teen. “Yeah, yeah…who knows…maybe there will be a person who’ll make color changing soap in the future,” she replied, shrugging at me.

          Maybe I’ll be the person to make it. I thought happily to myself.

         “Oh! There’s your car.” Heather pointed outside the long row of windows, just as my black, Honda Accord slowly rolled into view.

          “Yup,” I said, nodding as I watched my car being rinsed in water.

           Four guys surrounded my car as it made its way down the one way tunnel. One of the guys—a man that seemed around the age of thirty or so—had a hose in his hand, directing the water over my car. The other three guys—two blondes and one dark brown— were just watching, ragged washcloths and worn scrubbers ready in their hand. The three guys all appeared to be teenagers…and I think I recognized one or two of them from our school. But I wasn’t quite sure.