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"So is this what girls do at sleepovers?"
Me and Tiffany both scream, and knock over some popcorn while we are at it. Did I say some? Because I meant the whole freaking bowl- thanks to the loon standing by the window in Tiff's room. Why did he have to come in when we were watching The Grudge? I just nearly died.
"Chris, what are you doing here you freak?! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Tiffany screeched.
"That was kind of the point. I just wanted to let Jenn know that I am planning something big, so get ready." He said, and looked at me, evilly.
"You look like you're about to eat little children. I recommend you don't make that face, okay?" I said, rolling my eyes. He is a lunatic.
"Whatever. Just remember, 'kay?"
"Yup!" I say, rolling my eyes once again.
"Okay, so I am going to go now. Just so you ladies know, your popcorn went everywhere."
"No shit."
He then put his right foot out of the window, and Tiffany spoke up.
"You are aware that there is no car in the drive way, so that means my parents aren't home. Just use the front door dumb ass." He looked thoughtful for a second, then just shook his head and walked out the door to her room.
"See you around." We heard the door close, echoing around the house, signalling he was gone.
"I am a little creeped out at the moment, let's do something!"
"Like what?" She asked.
"Lets scare him." I said, smirking evilly. She just laughed.
"Okay! Let's go."
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We stepped outside in the crisp air, and I immediately got goosebumps. So much for saying I didn't need a jacket.
We walked around the corner, and spotted him with his hands in his pockets, his head hung low. Thank God for streetlights, I would be scared out here if it weren't for them.
"Here's the plan," I said pulling he aside inbetween two bushes. She looked at me, waiting for me to go on. "We are going to cut through the neighbors front lawns, then start whispering his name all creepily in a man's voice when we near him. Then, both of us will jump out of the bushes at the... Howard's place and scare the living shit out of him." She laughed quietly.
"Sounds like a plan."
We jogged through about seven lawns before we were right beside him. I whispered first, trying to calm my nerves due to the fact I am so hyper and excited.
"Chris." I said, and let's just say, it sounded perfect. He looked around, clearly hearing it, and then shook his head as if he's telling himself he's just hearing things. This time, Tiffany said it.
"Chris. I know you hear me." We both covered our mouths, trying to contain our giggles. Chris stopped in his tracks, right beside us. We are so lucky, this is the perfect angle to-
"Hello? Is there anyone out there?" He said, sounding scared. I'm surprised that he didn't know it was us. I hastily remembered my iPhone in my pocket, and took it out and quickly opened the camera and started recording.
"Chris, you better watch your back." He looked like he pooped his pants right now, stuck in his tracks. He didn't know whether to move or not, and he kept looking around. And I got perfect footage of it. I looked at Tiffany and nodded.
"BAHAMA!" He screamed like a little girl, then realized it was us. "YOU SCARED THE LIVING HELL OUT OF ME. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"
"I was thinking think that you need to get ready, Mr. I'm so cool." I high fived Tiffany in the process of saying this, and Chris glared.
"I know where you guys are tonight. You better sleep with one eye open, Mrs. I'm so cool."
"Watch it buddy, I have this all on video. Try to watch your next move." I said, and winked then simply walked away, tugging Tiff along with me. I needed to think. Very hard.
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Rogue Confessions
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