Chapter 2

Later that day, we were all lounged around the basement watching TV. Our basement is pretty awesome, another benefit of having a damn rich father.

Cowen and Alex were slouched on one couch, while Trey and his friends took up the other couch and various chairs.

I was stuck with the floor. Joy.

Now, I guess I should explain who Trey’s friends are, considering they’re always over here. Plus, I should act like a good little hostess. Riight. Okay, my brother Trey is actually in a band. I damn good one, too. Well, his band needs to practice…obviously. Hence the guys being here at 9:00 A.M. Alex practically lives here, so he has no band excuse. As for the question of why they haven’t touched their instruments in the past few hours, I have no freakin’ idea.

But I am glad I didn’t wake up to the sound of drums and electric guitars. See, I do have some good karma.

In the actual band, Trey is the drummer. A fairly good one, too. Wow, I guess I’m feeling nice this morning. I don’t usually give compliments to these insufferable people…

Josh, whose long blonde hair curls past his ears, plays the bass.

Dylan, who has sexy straight brown hair that falls over his icy blue eyes (insert drool here), is the electric guitarist and lead singer. I used to have a little crush on him, until I found out how much of a playboy he was. Pig. Good for nothing skirt-chaser. Ah, I still love him, but as a friend. Great eye candy, though, I must say.

Last is Dev. Oh, I love Dev. He is hilarious. He’s the shortest boy that I hang around with, but still two inches taller than me. Black short hair with big blue eyes, he is such a sweetie! If I didn’t think of him as another brother, I swear I’d ask him out. No, I’d just skip to sleeping with him. Hell, I’d jump him any day. Too bad I have morals.

They let me practice with them sometimes, because I love to sing.

Their band isn’t famous, but they get a few gigs every once in awhile. We definitely have fun goofing off at practices, though. I mean, we’re so dedicated –cough- and, ummmm, committed. Yup.

Well, back to today. We were in the middle of watching Fightclub, when I heard a ‘BAM!’ sound outside. It was so loud, I don’t know how my brothers missed it. Ooooh, maybe it’s a burglar. Or murderer. Or rapist. No, I don’t wanna be raped! Wait, it could be a female rapist to rape my brothers! Ew. Changing subjects now. I have to find out what that sound was. My brothers could be in danger! Death could be on our doorstep…literally. Wow…blonde moment. Excuse my denseness. Nevermind, there’s no time!

So, with my secret agent, sleuth skills, I started army crawling across the carpet. Man, I am skilled. I bet my brothers won’t even notice. Seriously, I am the lil white girl wit sick mad skillz, yo! Yea, that type of talk just doesn’t work coming from me. Man.

Okay, my elbows are really starting to hurt. How soon till I reach the window? Man, now I know why I didn’t join the army. Their elbows are probably killing them! No, wait, I didn’t join the army because I’m terrified of fights. And theirs no concerts. Or slushies. Or ice cream. Mmmm, ice cream. Yummy.

I feel almost blinded by the pain shooting up my arms. Do I really weigh that much? Oh, well, almost there. Wait, I’ve only moved three feet! WTF?! So much for the army…

“Cass…why do you look like a demented, dying caterpillar?” I heard my lovely brother Cowen ask. Oh, so I guess they did see me.

“You just wish you could be a secret agent like me,” I replied. It’s true, that jealous bastard.

“Just what the hell are you trying to do?” Alex jumped into the conversation. Okay, so maybe he didn’t actually “jump,” but he might’ve bounced up and down slightly in his position on the couch. Or not.

“I heard something outside, dumbass. I’m going to see what it is,” I snapped back.

“Why not just walk, smartass,” came his clever quip. Note the sarcasm.

“For the love of all that is good, why would I want to walk? There’s nothing wrong with army-crawling!” I’m getting a little pissed off at their lack of common sense.

“So that’s what you were doing,” Dylan broke in, “I think Cowen’s description makes more sense.”

“Bite me,” I glared at him. Argh, I continued to the basement window. It was pretty high, so I climbed on some boxes to see out of hit. Man, being short sucks. Okay, what was that sound? I don’t see any rapists. Wait…was I expecting them to scream and hold up a sign saying ‘Rapist looking for new victim. Young and helpless, please!’ …I like to think that even rapists were taught to say please and thank you. Although, it would be disturbing if someone said ‘thank you’ after they raped you. But, it’s still polite.

Hmm, I don’t see anyone outside. Oh, this is like a really scary horror movie, where everyone dies. Yeah, the axe-murderer with jump out from behind that tree any second now. Then, he’ll dive through our basement window (breaking it in the process) and KILL US ALL! Oh my god, what if that actually happened? I’m too young to die! Wait, there’s that sound again. God, it’s like a fucking bouncing sound. What the heck? Murderers don’t bounce balls? Unless it’s some weird, sadistic—

OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“What the hell, Cass!?”

OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! RUUUUUN!

“Sweet Father of Adam and Eve!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE,” I shrieked as I flew past the boys.

Oh. My. God. There was a murderer behind the tree! I saw him jump out! He was all creepy and big and evil and creepy and and and, uhhh, shadow-y! Oh no! I don’t wanna die!

As I was sprinting to the stairs, rather clumsily I might add, I heard the thundering of feet behind me. OH NO! He actually dove through the window! I didn’t think he would actually do that! This guy must be serious! He’s gonna kill me, and cook me, and feed me to his flocks of fellow serial killers!

Wait. Phew! No worries, those feet are just the boys. There is a God!

“What the fuck, Cass? What’s going on?” Oh, no time for that, we’re running for our lives!

“He’s going to MURDER us!” I shouted over my shoulder. Bad idea. I’m not skilled enough to run while turning my head. Ow. Looks like I’m at the bottom of the dog-pile. Stupid boys.

…And there’s still a murderer out there…

I’m so thankful that I don’t wet my pants when I’m scared anymore.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

“AHHHH!”

A/N: Was that confusing enough for everyone?! Wow, I just read over it and I am so sorry guys…. Anyway, I haven’t updated in FOREVER, again, my apologies. This was my test story, and I wasn’t even sure if I’d continue it. So, I’ll probably end up redoing this chapter or just continuing on and seeing what happens. It’s gonna be awhile till my next update, though, because junior year is seriously hell. I better get started on my research paper that’s due in two days….

Till next time,

SoaM