⚠️WARNING⚠️ this story contains mature content themes and strong language
Also the main character Max will have single quotes (these -> ' ' )around his speech, because I wrote this poorly when it comes to grammar. And Thoughts in a characters head w...
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Woman: "Wh-what the hell a-are you doing! Why did you-you kill him!"
Man: "..."
Woman: "Why! Why."
Man: "..."
-------------------3 years earlier--------------------
"Oh God." Toby gasped, fairly surprised. "Have you never heard about Jeremiah The Fireman's Boy?" Toby told them, surprised. They were siting by the fire, the marshmallows indeed having fallen into the fire and burned. They sat quietly, the only sound being heard was the sound of the forest animals; the birds fluttering in the trees, the bugs and flies buzzing around them, and the distant sound of a strange faint human-like scream, which Max put off almost instantly since he couldn't be cared to notice. "Well," Toby began, getting into one of those, poses, began. "As the story goes, Jeremiah Thomas Luchard was sitting in his New York apartment, all the stories say it differently depending on who you talk to, but the one I know goes that Luchard saw a face in his window, he tore closed the window shutters, but it didn't matter. He was dead where he stood, because it was HIS face, that was in the window!" After Toby finished, Max was sitting there looking at him giving him a confused face. 'I say!' Max began in a funny royal British accent. 'I say I seen thou hath not understood what thy young fellow is fucking saying!' Max finishes, breaking his accent while sarcastically raising his voice. "I know it sounds crazy but it's true!" 'True my left ass cheek!' Max said sarcastically.
"Well," Amanda piped up, "we should get to sleep, it's almost one thirty." 'Yeah she's right, Toby, do you want to use our spare tent?' Max told him, he looked in surprise, saying, "really? Wow, thanks! My lift home isn't supposed to be here until tomorrow. "Really? We'd love to go back home because our ride must've got lost on his way here because he was supposed to be here 3 weeks ago. So we can go back with you! Right Toby?" Amanda Asked, a wondering look in her eyes while she stared at Toby. "Of course you guys can! I'd be glad to take you both home. So, how about that tent eh?" "Of course. I'd be glad to help you Toby!" Amanda jumped in ecstatically, puffing her chest, which she usually does when she's excited, but nobody complains. Max gets into their tent gazing up a the starlit sky why Amanda and Toby begin working on it. Now, take in the scene; cloudless night, stars blinking like dotted holes in a black-blue blanket of darkness, which is all held together by a crescent moon, which sits lazily on the skyline and just watches, he watches the stars twinkling in the sky, he watches trees blowing in the breeze, and he watches Max, laying there, staring directly at him. He thinks, then, as the night starts to engulf him in blackness, he hears Amanda come into the tent and rest herself next to him. 'Man, what a night it's been.' He thinks to himself. 'But I wonder what tomorrow's going to bring.' "Goodnight little Angel." Amanda whispers to him. 'Goodnight Ana.' Max whispers back, he kisses her, and at that moment he's already decided in his mind where they need to go, he just hopes Anastasia doesn't mind getting sand between her toes. ———————————————————————— Thanks again everyone! Hope you enjoyed, again, it's my first story so don't expect perfection. Thanks again!
