45 Days to Save the Bad Boy

Twelve

“Well that got me nowhere.  Literally, because I’m still in the same spot.  Ha, get it?” I said, laughing at my dumb joke.  Just then I heard a creaking noise from the kitchen.

“Peter?” I whispered.  This would be really scary if the house was dark.  Good thing it’s five in the afternoon and the sun is still shining.  Thank you September!  Another noise distracted my from my thoughts, this time closer to me.  It sounded like a footfall.  “Peter?  Oh my gosh, it’s not Peter.  What if it’s a murderer coming to get me?  I’m going to die!” I cried, curling up in my spot and hugging myself.

“You’re really weird Georgie,” someone said.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed, jumping up and making a run for it.  Unfortunately, I was so scared, I tripped on my own feet and fell.  Right back into the spot.  I slowly looked up and saw.....

A bowl of cookie dough.

Checking my body for knife wounds I asked, “Am I dead?”

“No.  But you’re still covered in flour,” Peter laughed.  “Hey guess who came over?  My cousin!  I didn’t know you guys were neighbors.”

Cue the scary music.  Dun dun dun.

So currently I’m hiding in my bedroom trying to find George 2 so I can write stuff.  It’s not an ideal situation, but since Breton is out there talking to Peter, I took my chance and snuck away.  “There you are!”  Triumphantly, I pulled George 2 out from behind my dresser.  “How did you get back there?”  Shrugging, I switched my search to include a pen.

“La la la, pen pen penny!  I need a penny pen, a pen penny, nope just a pen!” I sang (badly).  “Where in the world is a pen?  So I can write!  Inside George!  George 2!  Where are you?  PEN!”  I leapt onto my bed and reached my hand out, grabbing the pen off my side table and uncapping it.  “Aww, you’re not Riptide.  But I’ve still got you now!  Mwha-ha-ha-ha-HA!”

I wonder what Breton and Peter are talking about.  Probably me.  Breton’s probably converting Peter to the boring side.  A.K.A. the side of not being my friend.  That’s the boring side because I’m not boring, and people that aren’t my friends are boring.  Get it, got it, good.  

So basically, after the whole bullying thing, Peter became my friend.  Who knew, right?  We’ve had a lot of fun, except that he still didn’t teach me to make cookies, which I suspect means I got the short straw in this friendship.  But now he and Breton are talking.  I haven’t seen Breton in days.  And when I say days, I mean I last saw him Monday night, and it’s Friday afternoon.  It’s been a while.  In honor of his memory, I haven’t even watched Doctor Who this week.  Well except for that new episode.  But it’s still a big sacrifice, I mean, he’s The Doctor.  Luckily, I discovered this new show called Supernatural.  It’s pretty awesome.  I think I told you about it already, my mom’s watching it too.  Ring a bell?  

Back on topic.  Basically, I don’t actually know if Breton’s mad at me, but I would be if my dad had told some stranger to save me and said stranger befriended me only to save me.  It would suck, I would think our whole friendship was a lie.  IT WASN’T A LIE!  I really was your friend.

Geez, how do I get so off topic?  George 2, you’re a bad influence.  I wonder if eavesdropping would work?  I need to know what they’re talking about.  Curiosity is a curse.

I crept forward and pressed an ear against the door.  No sound.  Peeking at the crack under the door, I registered there was no movement.  Slowly, I opened my door.