The Teens

Chapter 1 (the walk home)

It was Friday night, Me and my close friend Ethan we're talking and on our way home, after we had gotten our energy wasted at the creek where all we did was throw rocks into the water stream. Our Curfews had already passed about an hour ago which would inevitably get both of us in sheer trouble—but by this point, who cares? We were almost home when our walking had come to a halt, when we heard it. A noise that escaped the bushes that caught our attention, I think. Or, that's what I've heard. My heart sank deep into my chest as I exchanged glances with Ethan, "What was that?" the question absconded my lips like a mere whisper.
"I can't tell, let's just hope it's not some creepy guy.."
Great, he's doing his thing again, his 'thing' is scaring anyone with exaggerated thoughts of his on the situation, but in this case he might be right...I'd hate to admit it, but he might just be right. We decided to investigate, Ethan had his phone out ready to call the police if it came to that, when we looked inside the bush, only to find that it was merely a bird that had fallen from its nest. so we continued home and Ethan eventually checked his phone. "Oh no.." said Ethan
"What's wrong?" I curiously asked
"I've missed 3 calls from my mom, 15 text messages and 5 other messages from your mom"
Jeez.. our moms are constantly paranoid about us..I would check my phone but my mom never lets me take it anywhere, she thinks I'm 'too immature' and might break my 'new' phone that I've had for the past 8 months
"Why don't you look at the messages or call back?" I asked
"I might...but I most likely won't"
There it is the 'might' he always says it and it mostly means that he won't do what he says he might do.