re-uploaded. :) - - - "Anyone here?" Dylan called out, walking through the front door. "Sadly, me." I muttered from the couch. He threw his backpack up the stairs, aiming to get it beside his bedroom door. "Close enough." He shrugged. "Where were you?" I asked. "Jordan's." He replied. "Sleepover." "Did you guys just play Starwars the whole time?" I laughed. "And Modern Warfare." He grinned. "Best game of life." "You're ten. You've barely lived." I said. Dylan walked into the living room and sat down beside me, grabbing a handful of cheesies from the bag I was holding. "Hey, get your own!" I tucked the bag of cheesies on the other side of me; out of reach from Dylan. "Where's Mom?" He asked, popping a cheesie into his mouth. I rolled my eyes. "Ew, her. She's at work." "What's with all your attitude?" He questioned. "Now you sound exactly like her!" I accused, chewing my food. He shrugged. "You guys in a fight?" "Yes." I said, calmly. "Why?" "I snuck out. She caught me. I yelled at her." I explained. "And now i'm under house arrest." "Whoa, seriously?!" Dylan looked at me, excitement in his eyes. "By Mom, yeah." I laughed. "Say, do you know where Mom keeps her phone book?" "Second dresser, middle drawer on the left." He answered. I narrowed my eyes at him. "How'd you know?" "I know everything that goes on in this house." He smirked. Sure you do, I thought. I went upstairs and into her room, following Dylan's instructions. I opened the drawer, and its contents were as ...
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