After I had started sobbing again Xavier got me the heck out of school. He took me to his place, sat me down on the couch and asked, "So whats your favorite snack food?"
"Ice cream, chocolate, and spicy chips. Why," I answered.
"You will see my dear apprentice," he chuckled before he left.
So that's where he has been for the past thirty or so minutes. I have been sitting in the exact same spot taking turns on watching TV and being lost in my own thoughts.
"J, J? Hey anyone in there? Wakey wakey," I hear Xavier's voice say.
I groan and sit up just noticing that I had fallen asleep. Instead of staying up I lay back down and pretend to fall asleep again. This time instead of being sweet he sits on my head.
"Jeez man get your fat butt off of me," I yell.
"Then wake up weirdo before the ice cream melts," he says not getting off.
"Ice cream," I scream and I knock him off of me.
"Dude calm down," Xavier groans rubbing his head from falling off the couch.
"You know not to threaten ice cream around me. Anyway pay back for sitting on me," I fuss before turning on my heals and running towards the kitchen.
Xavier follows me laughing his ass off for a reason he will not enlighten. So instead of that I search for my Ice cream. Apparently he likes to hide my stuff under the sink, who would of thought. There I find a collection of ice cream from vanilla to coffee to chocolate to cookie dough and more. It is my own personal heaven.
"J, stop drooling over the ice cream I may want some as well," he whines.
"I am not drooling, that bad. Anyway you have to have some while we watch our movie tradition," I yell pulling out our favorite movie from my pocket.
His face grows into that amazingly huge smile he always makes when I bring out our movie. Quickly I shove the most of the ice cream in the freezer besides our movie-cream, and he snatches the candy bag in his room. We both lay down on the floor with his huge fuzzy blanket, the ice cream and candy.
"Xavier," I say in the middle of the movie.
"Yes," he answers.
"Why do you think she died," I ask.
"I have no clue," he sighs looking down before turning back to the movie.
After a while I see something small and metallic in my ice cream. Slowly I dig it out with my spoon and notice it is a little mini capsule. Xavier's arm wraps around me as I continue to stare at the little metal object that is in my hand. Gently I twist the ends and watch as a piece of paper falls out.
"What could it mean," Xavier says after we read it.
"I have no idea."
YOU ARE READING
The Storm
Mystery / ThrillerThere is a storm brewing, with rain made of blood. What happens when the storm is done and they are trying to pick up the pieces of a girls life. A girls best friend heads out to find the secrets to her death all the while finding himself.
