Ben-ALANA WHERE YOU -lots of worried words- Alana-lots of reassuring words- Ben-You cant believe this following weeks was the worst pain in the ass i ever had Charlotte threatened to take my parents house and all the money -Blah Blah politic bad shit and other stuff- Alana-Charlotte.......is dead... Ben-eyes widen an jumps- CELEBRATION AWH COME ON! -Alana and Ben fly off in a rainbow unicorn-
Oh, Benny! And I will update.... Now! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 25 Brock runs down the stairs saying, "Police called. Their on their way." I just nod. I have Charlotte's blood on my hands. Just from trying to stop the blood flow. Brock sits next to me and stares at Charlotte's soulless body. And now she's dead. "I can't believe this happened," I whisper. This time, he just nods, agreeing with me. I glance up and see a sink, but I don't bother. If I do, I'll be suspected for murder. By the time the police come, Brock has vanished. So, it's just me. They call medics down to tend to me, but there's no need. I sit with the medics, them asking me if I'm alright since I've been gone for two whole weeks. Suddenly, I hear my name, shouted towards me. I look up, since all I was doing was looking at my hands, and see the one face I thought I would never see again. "Ben!" I exclaim and jump up from my seat. He wraps me in a hug, causing me to cry, making me realize how much I've missed him. "Oh, God, are you okay, Alana? You've been gone for so long!" he says, looking into my eyes after he pulls me back. I just nod because I'm speechless. "It was Charlotte this whole time," he says, shaking his head. "And just think, I almost believed her when she told me that you left so you wouldn't hurt me." "You...did what?" I choke out. "Oh, I'm sorry! I was thinking out loud. I said 'almost'." He smiles at me and watches my frightened face. "But we're you ever...with her?" I ask quietly, afraid of the answer. "She tried to break me from you. But, I just couldn't." He smiles at me, causing me to start smiling myself. "Now, tell me, what happened in there?" We sit down and I slowly tell him all I remember. Starting from the party to now. I don't even leave out Brock, even though he isn't anywhere around. "I missed all of that?" he asks when I'm finished. "I was looking for you this whole time. And here we are." He keeps his arm around me and kisses the top of my head. "You know, I actually started to believe her," I say after a little bit of silence. "What do you mean?" Ben asks. "When Charlotte started to tell about how you had moved on. I started to believe her before she tried to get the gun from me. It almost killed me." I bury my face in his shirt, not wanting to see his face. "Alana," he whispers and pulls me back to look at him. "You are so amazing, I would never, ever pull away from you. If you died, I wouldn't even marry because I want to be with you." I feel myself blush fiercely and this causes him to laugh. "Thank you," I whisper. "Don't thank me, just kiss me," he whispers, smiling. I giggle and kiss him, reminding me how wonderful his kisses are. "What is today?" I murmur. "It's the twenty-seventh of April." The twenty-seventh... Exactly two weeks after my disappearance, and two weeks from the night I dread. Prom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ben-To Brock- Oh Hey Dude! Brock-Oh shit! -runs- Ben-does the best tackle of the year and cuts the guys face off- And this is how slenderman was born and that
Here is an update... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 26 "Please?" he asks. "No!" I reply. We're at my house, right after the assembly at school. Just to honor Charlotte's life. But no one really cared. Except for her two to their old trio. They bawled the whole time. Some people fell asleep. Some troublemakers even made their way out of it, right past the teachers. But most kids talked. Like Ben and I. We have been arguing all day about this little issue. "Oh, come on! It will be fun! Dancing, photos, the best night of our lives!" he exclaims, pulling me towards him. He thinks he can make me think differently just by being all lovey. Not gonna work, sweetheart. Not this time. "Add onto that: Dreams about the stupidest things, passing out, and falling on the floor. That is why I didn't go to the last one!" I exclaim, looking into his eyes. Even thought I know he won't let up, I still fight on this. It's all I can do to keep him from prevailing without a fight. "Have you ever tried not to watch a dream?" he asks, bringing up the question from over two weeks before. I hadn't thought about while I was in Charlotte's basement. So, it took a minute to think it over. "Never," I reply. "What does that have to do with anything?" "Then you can try. We can practice." He was right. It could allow me to never have to see another dream again. And that would be absolute heaven. "Fine. Hell, it might work. But if it doesn't, I'm not going." "You kinda have to." What? I have to? Oh, hell no. Not gonna happen. "Why?" I ask. I would choose whether I was going to go or not. "Someone nominated you for Prom Queen," he smiles. What? Stop. Rewind. Did he say what I think he said? "Me? You sure there isn't another girl with my name?" This couldn't be real. Me, Prom Queen? No way. No one would want me to be Prom Queen. I am a loner. Ben is the only person I have talked to in ages. "Yes, you. When people found out you were alive, someone nominated you as Prom Queen. And other than the Duo, you were nominated. Most people hate the Duo." The Duo? Never heard on them. "Who?" I ask. "The two girls that used to be in the Trio before Charlotte died." "Oh, right. But who's nominated for Prom King?" I ask. But I probably know the answer. "I have. And Preston. But that's all." Of course. Preston and him. Makes since. "Okay, then how are we going to practice?" I ask. "You are going to say over at my house. In my room," he smiles. Great. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Probably the worst and shortest update I have ever done. >.< STUPID WRITER'S BLOCK!