chapter 3.

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lol sorry. lost motivation

Rubee walked inside the Robinsons home. "Hello?" She called out in a sing song voice, walking through the quiet house. It seemed odd. Why was no one home? Just as she reached into her purse to call Mrs.Robins, she heard noise come from a room down the hall. She looked down the long hallway and debated going down it or not. She shook off her fears and worries and slowly started making her way to the other side. "Fiona? If you're hiding, this isn't very funny" Rubee said, running her fingers along the wall as a feeling of comfort. She stopped in front of the bedroom the noise was coming from. As soon as she touched the door handle, the noise ceased. Rubee gulped. "Fiona?" She asked softly, hoping the girl was playing a prank. Rubee twisted the cold door knob, pushing the door open. Just then, Mr.Robins, Fiona, and Caleb came through the front door.
"Rubee!" Mrs. Robins whisper yelled, from the bed. A tan, handsome man sat beside her, his lower half covered by the blanket.
"Mrs.Robins? W-What are you doing?" Rubee panicked, hearing footsteps getting closer to the stairs. "Throw me my clothes! Hurry! Rosco, get under the bed"
Rubee threw her a bundled up pair of leggings and some pants that was beside them.
Rosco put on his boxers and tried to get under the bed as fast as he could.
"Hey, Rubee!" Mr.Robins spoke from behind her. Rubee jumped out of her skin, grabbing her chest. "Are you alright? I didn't mean to sacre you" Mr Robins chuckled softly. Rubee's breathing began to pick up. "No- I mean yes. I'm f-fine. I have to go" Rubee rushed down the hall, going down the stairs. "Rubee? Where are you going?" Mr Robins called after her, following her down the steps. Rubee passed Caleb and Fiona on the way to the door, pulling it open. "Family emergency! I'll be back tomorrow!" She shut the door and got in her car, driving off.
Caleb, Fiona, and Mr Robin shared looks with similar meaning.
What the hell just happened?

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