ten // 5sos

1.3

( sobbing because 800 READS. ilyasm ; important a/n at the end)

extra sweet

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The paranoia has gotten into everyone's heads. That's the primary reason for Simoné to convince the group to let Ashton and Calum stay out of the attic. It has nothing to do with how she feels about the dark haired boy. A gut feeling tells her that they are harmless, and the naive girl trusts it.

The remaining guests in the house have divided. Ashton and Calum; Stephanie, Luke, and Macie; and Simoné and Michael. They broke off into assumed groups of people they believed not to be the one behind the murders Little did they know, one group contained the murderer.

"How do I know you're not the killer?" Michael voices his thoughts while glancing out of the window. His eye drifts longingly towards the street. They have gone up to his room to talk in private.

"Because. " Simoné says in reply with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Because?" Michael repeated. He turns his head back to look at her and he wears a confused expression upon his sleep-deprived face. Furrowed dark eyebrows on a ghostly pale face that appears white when the light hit it in a certain way. His usually bright eyes droop and are practically lifeless. A dark shadow has spread across the lower portion of his face due to lack of shaving.

"Do you really think I'm capable of killing three people?" She answers with an interrogative statement, questioning the boy in the bed across from her. She sits on the bed with her legs out. Simoné? A killer? It's almost comical.

"You couldn't even kill a mosquito if it was sucking your blood. " Michael reminds her with a hint of a smile on his worn face.

Her eyes go to the ceiling for a moment before coming back down. "That is true. " She chuckles. "What about you?" Michael has a really bad temper and is known for his impulsive moves that he later regrets.

"What about me?" He crosses his arms.

"You could be the killer for all I know. " She states the truth out to him and pointed to him with her index finger.

"You wouldn't want to be in a room with me if you thought I was a killer. "

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Calum gets served a cup from Stephanie. It has been placed next to him. He stares up at the girl who have it to him in surprise.

"What's this for?" He asks warily. Just the other day she accused him of being a killer, and now she's giving him-tea?

"When was the last time you had something to drink, Calum?" She retorts cooly.

He glares at her and sniffs the tea to see if he could smell anything that she put in it. Steph gnaws on the side of her cheek and rolls her eyes.

"What?" He looks up at her expectantly and she has an offended expression on her face

"Just drink it Calum!" She pounds her hand on the counter. "If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it a long time ago. " She storms at of the room.

Women these days, he thinks to himself with a scoff. He sips from the glass of tea, which was extra sweet

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wow i feel evil for ending it there.

so there's this thing, I might as well tell you because the characters are too dense to figure it out. it's called antifreeze and it's a very sweet substance. but it's not meant for digestion. ethylene glycol is very toxic and destroys your organs.

^ wow I feel like I'm killing puppies. I had no problem with the deaths of those three chicks but, this one is going to be slow, and painful.

SO I'M MAKING YOU WAIT.

(also short chapters=more chapters=longer story)

i'm going to bed bc it's 6am and I stayed up to make this.

(y'all better like it or I'm coming after you)