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He was a crazy person. Who threw rocks at someone’s window when they could just send them a text message or phone them? It was nuts.
He dropped his arms and pointed towards the front door then pointed at his chest. I didn't need to be a mind reader to know he wanted me to meet him out front.
Yes, he was definitely nuts.
I shook my head and pointed down at myself, hoping he got that I was in my pj's and not dressed for going outside. He needed to wait while I changed my clothes quickly. I held up my finger, signaling that I would be back in a sec, and moved away from the window. I hoped he understood what I wanted as easily as I had understood him.
I exchanged my shorts for a pair of soft, plain black drawstring pajama pants that were cool enough to have pockets. That was the one downfall to leggings, the lack of pockets. I didn't bother changing my top and, luckily enough, I hadn't taken off my bra yet. I found a plain black pullover hoodie hanging up in the closet, and slipped it on over my head and stuck my arms through their designated sleeves. I slipped my feet into a pair of black flip flops and grabbed my cell phone off of its place on top of my dresser. I stuffed that into the front pocket on my hoodie, and I was ready to go.
I looked around my room, wondering if there was anything else I should grab, and decided against it. Since I didn't know what was going on, I had everything I needed to meet Tyson out in the front yard late at night.
Sure, that sounded like an excellent idea considering what happened during our last late-night adventure.
I thought better of the flips flops when I reached the hallway and slipped them off my feet. I would be quieter on bare feet, and I didn't want to wake up Dash. He was an old man and went to bed super early every night and got up at the butt crack of dawn each morning. He needed his beauty rest.
Also, I wasn't sure what he'd have to say about Tyson throwing rocks at my window or me meeting him outside without knowing what was going on. I was fairly certain he'd insist on going with me, and then maybe telling Ty off for throwing rocks at my window when he should have been at home sleeping himself. Out of the three of us, Dash was the most mature one, to be sure.
I crept down the hallway, then down the stairs without so much as making a peep, and I was uber proud of myself as I crept through the downstairs towards the front door. I dropped my flip flops to the ground in front of the door and slipped my feet into them before unlocking the door.
The door opened before I could twist the knob and I moved back, clearing the way. Tyson stuck his head inside and motioned with his hand for me to go out. I skirted passed him and turned back towards the door in time to see him pull the door closed and insert a key into the lock. He locked the dead bolt and turned towards me.
I opened my mouth to ask him what in the heck was going on and he lifted his hand and put a finger to his lips, shushing me before I could say anything.
Clearly, he didn't want to risk Dash overhearing us.
Oh boy.
Nothing good was going to come out of this, I just knew it. Otherwise he wouldn't be so concerned with hiding his visit.
He grabbed hold of my hand and took off running. Since he had ahold of my hand, I was forced to run with him or be dragged behind him, and that didn't sound like a whole lot of fun. Then again, neither was running in freaking flip flops.
We ran passed the cars, both mine and Dash's, and continued on running down the road.
"Where are we going?" I whispered breathlessly.
"Shhh," he hissed.
I shushed as I ran after him down the dirt road, though, I didn't think it mattered because I had asked quietly, and we were far enough away from the house now that Dash wouldn't over hear us. He was upstairs in his room sleeping, for goodness sakes! And none of the windows were open.
We ran for a few minutes before Tyson slowed down and veered off the side of the road where his black Audi was parked.
Why hadn't he just parked in front of the cottage like a normal person? What was going on?
"Can we talk now?" I whispered urgently. If he shushed me again there was a good chance I was going to kick him in the shin.
"Annabell called," he told me, and I immediately stopped walking. He didn't notice until my arm had stretched out as far as it could go, and he either had to let it go or stop moving away from me. He stopped moving.
"What are you doing?" He asked me.
Hadn't I been asking him what we were doing, and he hadn't answered me yet? Yes, yes, I had. I wanted to cross my arms over my chest, but since he held my hand tightly in his own, I couldn't, and doing so with the one arm would just look dumb, so I didn't.
"What arewedoing?" I asked for the third time instead of answering his question. If he didn't tell me what we were doing, then I was going to turn right back around and head back to the house. I didn't want to leave Ty hanging, but I wasn't going off on an adventure blind either. Most especially because no one knew this Evil Annabell had resurfaced save for the two of us standing here. No freaking way was I going off with him without knowing what in the heck we were doing or what in the heck was going on.
"Like I said," he grumbled. "Annabell called."
My eyebrows rose high as I waited for him to continue. When he didn't, I asked, "And?" I mean, seriously? He couldn't expect me to just go on that!
He sighed dramatically, and his shoulders drooped. Right before my eyes he transformed from the loving, moody Tyson that was my friend into the person he'd been days ago, the drained and emotionally exhausted guy who looked incredibly defeated and miserable.
