My Life With a Killer (Jimmy Casket. VenturianTale Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

(Carter's POV)
Georgina sat Indian style across from me on the living room floor. She insisted on coming over to paint my toe nails.

"If you can visit one place in the world, where would it be?" Georgina asked.

"Probably Hawaii," I said. "And that's number seventeen of twenty questions."

"I'd go to England," Georgina said. "Maybe I could run into a cute British boy and then he has a cute accent and we fall in love and stuff."

"All you ever think about is boys," I joked.

"What's so bad about boys?" She asked. "I think they're adorable."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the coffee table. A knock on the door scared Georgina causing her to rub pink nail polish across my big toe.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"Anthony," the voice called back.

"A boy?" Georgina whispered.

"Come in!" I yelled.

Anthony opened the door and flashed an easy smile.

"'Sup, ladies," Anthony said. "Who's this?"

"My name is Georgina," Georgina said.

She hopped to her feet and held out her hand for Anthony to shake.

"Anthony," he replied.

Georgina smiled and sat down next to me.

"What's up?" I asked.

"What? I can't just come to hang out?" Anthony wondered. "I was bored at home and I know your brother is at a meeting thing until like eleven."

"We were just talking and doing nails," Georgina said.

"Well, I'm not so good at doing nails but I sure know how to talk," Anthony said.

He sat down on the couch next to Georgina's various nail polish bottles.

"So, Anthony, you live next door to Carter," Georgina guessed.

"Yep," Anthony said. "That's a pretty bright color."

He gestured to the neon pink polish that covered my toe nails.

I opened my mouth to respond but Georgina cut me off. "Do you like it? I picked it out."

"Yeah, it's a pretty nice color," Anthony agreed.

Georgina smiled and smoothed out her black skirt. Yay, Im gonna be the third wheel at my own house, I thought.

"We should play a game," Georgina suggested. "I'll go look for them."

She walked out of the room and I heard a box open.

"Have you seen Jimmy at all?" Anthony whispered.

"No," I lied.

"Really? He never showed up again?" He asked in surprise.

"Not once," I said.

"That's weird. I thought he would show up more ever since the last time," Anthony said. "Especially since I threw his knife out the window."

"Maybe he changed his mind," I guessed.

"But that doesn't make any sense," Anthony mumbled.

"You don't have any good games!" Georgina called.

She walked back in and sat next to Anthony.