Paint it Black

Mind your Manners

A loud thud echoed in through the windows and bounced along the walls of the small, dark room. Charlie sat up quickly, silently, a shiver of pure fear running down her spine. The German Shepard perched at her feet didn't seem bothered though, only curious. She cursed the dog in her head "I could be getting murdered and she'd just sit here and tilt her head like an idiot"

Why was it that the first time she'd been trusted to watch the house, something bad had to happen? There was no way this would end well for her, she decided. Either she'd investigate, and be brutally murdered, or she'd burrow under the blankets and lay quietly in a fetal position until morning.

Moonlight spilled into the room through the half-opened curtains, illuminating her small frame and casting her shadow along the far wall. She shivered again, rising hesitantly from her bed and creeping toward the door.

Her feet made no sound as she tiptoed through the kitchen and to the back door, peering carefully out the door's window, a pair of curious brown eyes met her gaze.

Startled, she lept back from the window, Nearly crashing into the small end table behind her. Feeling uncharacteristically brave, she threw open the door to reveal four confused and, well... wet looking boys, all blinking at her with uncomfortable expressions.

A few seconds passed, before the small brown eyed boy gave her a nervous smile and asked, "Hi, you smell like fruit, can we come in?"

The tall one chuckled and poked the brown eyed boy in the ribs, "Nice Ronnie, not creepy at all."

Ronnie shrugged him off and frowned, seeming slightly embarrassed by his words and his friend's teasing. A boy Charlie had not seen piped up from behind the others, sending her a glare as he spoke "are you letting us in or not? Because it's kind of pouring rain out here."

Charlie blushed under his intense stare, he looked pretty angry to her, though she didn't know why. She was the one who'd been woken up at 3 am by four  soaking wet strangers wanting to come into her home, if anyone had the right to be angry, it was her.

Realizing they were still waiting for an answer, she slowly brought her gaze back to the brown eyed boy, "I'm really sorry, but my parents aren't home right now and I'm not really comfo-"

Charlie was cut off as the angry boy pushed to the front of the group. shoving her slightly as he barged in through the half opened door to stand near the couch, muttering "great, thanks." while the tall boy gave her an apologetic smile and followed after him with the rest of the group in tow.

Charlie slammed the door and spun around, spluttering, wide eyes fixed on the four boys, dripping on her mother's favorite rug and tracking mud all over the floor.

Only one question remained in her mind.

"What now?"

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Okay sooo this is the first story I've actually attempted to publish or whatever, and I don't really know if I should continue or not, and I doubt any one will read it anyway soooo yeah...