Chapter #17: Meeting Smith...

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~Stanley's POV~

"Canyon..." I shoved him to try to wake him up.

It's 3:00 am and I realized I have the same clothes as yesterday and my backpack is at home with my work. I also need clothes.

"Canyon. Wake up."

"Mmmm... get off of me. It's a little too early. Stan. My bed is really comfortable and irresistible. How did you wake up at this time?" Canyon mumbled.

"I need clothes, could you go to my house and get some. Please. I don't think I'm ready to go back."

"Stan I'm tired it's what 3am. I don't want to get up."

"Please."

I looked at him with puppy eyes.

"Don't look at me like that. Okay I'll go. But first..."

Then ploosh he smacked me with a pillow.

I grabbed it and repeatedly smacked him with the pillow.

"Okay okay you win. Do I just knock? Or what?"

" I have my keys here. Just grab a suitcase that's next to my door and my backpack."

"Alright but you have to wait for me. And we need to work out afterwards. Cause usually I workout at 4ish. So you're my new partner now."

"I don't like working out though."

" I don't like getting up in the morning to go outside so we both get to experience new things."

Man if it weren't for my pal I would've been somewhere else. I don't know where the flip I was driving to but I was driving far.

"Okay." I said. Then he left. And me being me I fell asleep.

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Canyon/Kindle POV

Okay. I'm at her house. Wait was there more people living at her house than her mom? The entrance has its light on. Eh what can go wrong?

I got inside! Wow. I'm cool.

"Stanley? You came back! I was worried sick-"
Some guy said very joyful but then looked mad since it was just me. Great.

"Uh did Stanley not tell you?"

"I thought she would come back but I guess not. Who are you?"

This guy has a stare so scary that I'm like glued to the floor. What do I tell him? Who is he? Why did I agree to come?

"Answer me young man. Who are you?"

He looks even scarier. I tried swallowing my saliva but it got stuck.

"I'm I uh me." Damn my voice cracked.

"Me? Are you trying to make a fool out of me?" He sternly said.

"Uh no sir sorry sir. I came to pick stuff up for Stanley. Sir. I'm sorry sir."

Is it hot in here?

"Oh so you must be Kindle. Wait here I'll gather her stuff young man."

He vanished upstairs. I'm scared and I will probably never come back to her house.

Her house looks so small but like in a good homey way.

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