Chapter 6: The Plan

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(More Morse code lol)
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Rachael's POV
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Ugh, that plan won't work it's too stupid ugh!!! I thought I had a perfect plan but it's stupid. Hmmm, I don't know what to do. I guess I'll watch a movie to relax. After I was done watching a movie I got a phone call from a random number. I answered it. "Hello," I said.  "Are you Kreek's girlfriend?" The person asked. "Yes, why," I asked. "I noticed that you are worried about losing Kreek," They said. "Yeah, I am.....Wait how did you know" I asked. "I have my ways. I need your help with something" They said "Why should I help you" I questioned the person. "If you help me٫ It can help you with your problem," They said. "Fine٫ I'll help," I said. They then told me the plan and I agreed to help.
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KreekCraft POV
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I just finished editing one of my videos. I was hungry so I got a snack. As I was about to take a bite out of a pop tart someone knocked at the door. I went to open it. "Hello," The person said. "Hello and uh... who are you," I asked. "I am one of MiniToon's friends" She responded. "My name is Kreek," I said. "My name is Samantha, but you can call me Sam for short," She said. "Well it's nice to meet you," I said. "It's nice to meet you too" She replied. "If you are looking for MiniToon he's not here right now," I said. "Well, since he is not here can you give him this card when he gets back," She asked. "Sure" I responded. "Thanks, see you around," She said. "Bye," I replied. I went back to the kitchen to eat my pop tart. After a few hours, MiniToon was back home. "Ahoy Kreek" MiniToon greeted me. "Hey Mini" I responded. "How was your day so far," He asked. "Pretty good," I said. "By the way one of your friends came by and told me to give you this card," I said. I handed MiniToon the card. He looked at the card and smiled. "What does the card say," I asked. "It said that I am invited to a party and I can bring a friend if I wanted to" MiniToon said. "That's cool, when is it," I asked. "It's this Friday at 8 pm" MiniToon responded. "If you are going can I go," I asked? "Sure," Mini said. "I am going to take a shower," I said. "Let me know when you are done, so I can take a shower," MiniToon said. "I will" I responded. After I was done taking a shower I told MiniToon that I was done. I went to my room and sat on my bed. I was really tired so I took a nap. I was dreaming about MiniToon, I won't go into context but he was super hot. I woke up when my alarm went off. I just stood there still thinking about the dream. Why did I have a dream about Mini again? I was going to go on my phone but it was gone.
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MiniToon's POV
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I finished taking a shower. I was scrolling on my phone when I saw a text from someone. It said, "Go to your room and look under your bed." I was creeped out by it. I just ignored it. I then got another text message saying the same thing over and over again. I started to get annoyed by the text messages. I went to my room and looked under my bed. When I looked under my bed I saw a book. I didn't know what it was about. I opened it. I started reading it. "Hey, MiniToon have you seen my phone..." Kreek said. "No, I ha-" I responded. "Is that- WHY DO YOU HAVE MY DIARY" Kreek yelled. "I found it under my bed," I said. "WHY WOULD IT BE THERE!!! WHY ON EARTH WOULD I PUT MY DIARY UNDER YOUR BED" Kreek screamed. "I got some weird messages about looking under my bed and I did. When I looked under my bed I saw the diary, I didn't know it was a diary" I responded. "I DON'T BELIEVE YOU" Kreek yelled. "Here look at the messages" I sighed. "I DON'T SEE ANYTHING YOU FUCKING LIER" Kreek yelled. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN LO- WAIT WHERE DID IT GO" I screamed. "Just give me back my diary and I will be off my way" Kreek demanded. I gave it back to him. As he was about to leave one of the pages from the diary fell. "Wait Kreek a page from your di-" I said. Something from the page caught my eye. When I read it I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or not. " WAIT DON'T READ-...... it," Kreek yelled. We both blushed. "Kreek-" I said. He then ran out of my room. Does Kreek like me? On the page, it said that he had a dream about us kissing. A smile grew on my face. My smile disappeared. Even though Kreek might like me but we can't be together since he has a girlfriend and he currently hates me.
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KreekCraft's POV
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FUCK MINITOON FOR LYING TO ME!!! HOW CAN I TRUST HIM NOW!!! I looked at my diary and threw it across the room. WHY DID MINI HAVE TO READ THAT PAGE OF THE DIARY!!! I went to the living room and found my phone. I grabbed it and left the house. I drove to Rachael's house and asked her if I could stay there for a bit. She let me stay. We talked and watched tv together. After a few hours, it was getting late so we went to sleep.
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MiniToon's POV
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I was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. "Fuck it's that late," I sighed. I got up and went to the kitchen. I grabbed a snack from the fridge. "Hmm... what to watch, what to watch," I said to myself. I sat on the couch and started watching some Rick and Morty. After I finished watching Rick and Morty I went back to my room. I laid on my bed. "Now I understand why people hate Mondays," I sighed. I then went to sleep. I hope tomorrow will be better than today.
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(Even more morse code lol)
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