#anyway shout out dr b i love you i hope you never leave practice in chicago lol ur the only bitch i trust

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Detectives By Chance: Chapter 7- Hide & Seek

Summary of the Series: It was supposed to be a usual weekend for the four. Coffee, fun, friends and love. But an unexpected case changed their lives in a way they had never imagined. A mystery - a murder - many secrets… Will Ethan, Pooja, Alexandra and Mark, be able to survive? Or will the circumstances twist and break their lives forever?

A/N: Okay, let me get this straight. This is ALL Action and Miles being evil. The most happening chapter of the series, and my favourite chapter because it brings out that fighter inside Pooja. Also, a lil bittersweet moment because only 2 chapters are left, and then we are done. (And I am using my Wattpad cover for this chapter because A. I like it! and B. It gives me the dark feels that embody this chapter) Anyway, hope you enjoy it as much as I did when I wrote it!💛

If you enjoy the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going💕

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Dr Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: about 4.3K

Rating: Teen

Triggers: Curse Words, Mentions of blood, murder Gun Violence

Disclaimer: PB owns most of the characters. I only own the OCs and my MC.

Prompt:- @choicesaprilchallenge2021 Day 14: Now or Never

CATCH UP HERE: Previous Chapter I Complete Series

It took all of her self-control as she prevented herself from throwing away her phone and breaking it into a thousand pieces.

Only the thought, the hope of a chance to save her Ethan, to save Mark and Alex, who were like family to her kept her going.

It was A Now or Never Moment for her.

Seconds later, Pooja's phone tinged. The screen lit up. She unlocked it to see the address that glared from her screen towards her. The address that hid all secrets and all proofs. The address which held the love of her life in who knows what condition.

She got into the car, entered the address on GPS and drove as fast as her driving skills allowed. Her mouth turned dry, face pale, beads of sweat on her forehead, her mind whirling through numerous unpleasant thoughts and a lingering doubt,

Will she be able to save them?

After what felt like a lifetime to her, Pooja arrived at her destination. A mid-sized mansion stood tall amid a deserted locality. The place was so muted, that the silence seemed to make voices. The winds gushed, chilling her bones. She stood in front of the black wood door. The silver handle's shine was unsolicited for her eyes. She took a deep breath.

Do this, for them. They are your family.

The thought repeated in her mind like verses of an orison. She let the ire, the woe to flood her soul and with fortitude and balance, she pushed the door.

He had kept it open.

The door clicked in place as she entered the devil's edifice. The interior was tenebrous, the conspiracy of silence etched deep in every wood and every wall.

"You are here"

The sudden sound caused Pooja to quail. The words resounded throughout the mansion, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. The sweat on her body contrasted with the rigour of the air.

There was no doubt in her mind. Her caller was here.

Miles Danvers was here.

But... She Looked Around. Where is He? She looked around, maybe it was a mirage. She looked everywhere but there was no sign of him.

"Don't try, You won't be able to see me." The ominous voice struck again.

Another chill ran down her spine. The thought of Ethan being unaccompanied in the devil's edifice with the devil himself was unbearable.

Will I be able to do this?

"Awww, Tsk, Tsk, is little blossom scared? Did I give her a heart attack?" Miles spoke mockingly.

That was the last straw. She would never give him the satisfaction of having scared her. With as much courage she could muster she yelled,

"AHHHH! You ruthless, sinister, cruel, heartless, disgusting monster. What the freaking hell do you want? Why the hell are you doing this? You are a goddamn monster, you are a freaking BASTARD."

She stopped for a breath.

"Not only that, you are a coward. You are a goddamn fucking coward. You don't dare to face the consequences of your actions. Hell, you don't even dare to come out and face me. If you had the courage, you wouldn't do what you have done. Now come out, you ruthless bastard. Get the hell out and come and face me." Pooja screamed hysterically.

"What will you get by yelling at me, hmm? Will Mark and Alexandra be out of jail? Or will you find Ramsey? Which one, huh?"

"You're the one who is responsible for all of this. You disg-"

"Do you want to save them?"

She felt as if her heart had stopped. Her mind pondering with hundreds of thoughts, doubts, yet she waited with batted breath for him to continue.

"Le silence signifie le consentement."

"J'accepte" Pooja muttered. Bloody Show Off

"Hmm. Three Clues, Three tips, Three keys. Three is your lucky number, isn't it? So let's put your luck to test and see if your lucky number is lucky enough to save your dear ones" Miles challenged her with a mock that boiled her blood. Seeing her helpless was utter humour for his soul and he was cackling in joy.

She shouted, hurled abuses, banged her fists, but there was no answer, no reply other than "You are running out of time... Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...."

Her legs were giving out, she felt herself losing her balance, her steadiness. A chance, wasn't that all you needed? She heard her alter ego questioned her.

So good friends, like family, huh? Is this what you do for family, fall and bow to danger without putting up a fight? Is this what you did, when you fought for your mother, give up just like that?

Her sane mind was questioning her. No. She didn't give up then, She will not give up now. Maybe she will never make it out of here, maybe nor will they. But it was better to die fighting for them, than dying without even trying, striving for them.

"Miles", her steady voice, with power and courage, surprised him for a moment, but he wasn't shocked. This was Pooja Sharma after all. One who always stood for the right, even if it would make her lose her dreams.

"I am ready. And I hope you are too."

"Are you sure? This game can take that breath from you."

"Until it does, I will fight. For them"

A part of his mind already knew that she would win. But for his ego, accepting defeat was never an option.

"Fight all you want to. But winning is not an option for you."

"Time shall tell the answer"

"Alright, Two rooms to the left, and your search beginsss."

She ran. The worn-out door refused to give way to her. She pushed, but her strength was not enough. If only you had drunk that milk your mom gave you. Her mind swirled to the thoughts of her mother and she had to give a jerk to come back to the present.

"Seven minutes up already, and you're still stuck at the door. How sad!"

Cursing him under her breath, she upped her power and got ready to give a push just as,

Her fingertips felt a carving on the door. She had been praised for her impeccable sense of touch, but she never knew that it would come in handy in a dire situation one day.

Her mind, her heart, indicated that this was the clue, and she slowly, gently, moved her palm on the door. She got a slight trail of the carving and followed it further a few times. It took her about a minute to comprehend what it was.

A word. TIME. She was looking for something to do with time. But what? The place was so quiet that one would hear the ticking. But she didn't. Although auditory skills were never her strong point after she had a blockage in her left ear and had to go through five doctor visits to clear it, she was sure that there was no analogue clock around her. Her brain cells were running haywire when her shoes rubbed the floor. Sand had been spread around. Consciously.

Because on her trail from the main entrance to the door she was standing in front of right now, she was sure she hadn't felt sand anywhere other than this specific space. This was an indication, It had to be.

Time and Sand, Time and Sand, where do we find time and sand together. Time and sand... Her mind rushed frantically through a dozen options, none fitting the criteria, while Miles smirked at her foolishness.

And then, Oh shit, HOURGLASS! She practically jumped and nearly fell, as she comprehended the answer. With the newfound energy, she pushed the door, and it opened with a BANG! Her hand went to her pocket and she almost shrieked as she felt her phone, about which she had completely forgotten the moment she set her step in here. Taking it out and switching on the flashlight, she trailed into the room. Looking around and tripping on a dozen articles, she finally located the semi-broken hourglass. She held it under the flashlight and the words, upstairs, three rooms right, written in red, came to sight.

She glanced around the room once more, to make sure that there was nothing she was leaving out.

Her eyes stopped their search as her eyes fell on the five drawers of the broken cupboard on which the hourglass was kept. Only one of the drawers was in place, and that made it seem out of place in midst of all the chaos. She pulled at it, Once, Twice, Thrice, before it gave way. A blue file lay inside it. She picked it up, hoping to find some useful information and rushed on to the next step of her search.

On the other side, a corner of Miles's mind was terrified and nagged him to do something before it was too late, and he became the loser of his own game. But he just sat there, not moving an inch, as he watched Pooja running towards her next destination.

The next door, to her surprise, was pretty sturdy and opened easily. No catch this time? Unbelievable. As far as she had come to know Miles Danvers, setting up clues right in front of her eye was a far-fetched possibility.

She double-checked the exterior. Nah, nothing here, she was sure of it. Her silent steps fell on the hardwood floor as she looked around in the room for the clue. Her mind got distracted and worry came flooding back. Will she be able to save them? Was she even going to make out of her alive?

Suddenly, her foot struck something and,

"Twoooo Roooomsss Toooo Theee Rightttt..."

The Echo and her Shriek came almost simultaneously. And with the two sounds, mixed the third one of a cackle, from Miles.

The sudden rush of Adrenaline left her panting.

After a few minutes wasted in overcoming it, she kicked the weird machine once more. The Echo came again, this time clearer than the first one. But since, she didn't trust her ears, or maybe it was just her anger speaking, she kicked it once more.

Two rooms to the right was her next destination. She moved towards the exit, having checked the surroundings already and no clue found.

A few footsteps outside the room later, a thought struck her. She rushed back to the previous room, and using her flashlight, picked up the echo machine and checked it thoroughly.

And right her intuition was! A piece of paper stuck between the lined back. She took it out and unfolded it. It was a code.

M14-6D9

She looked around. There had to be something that opened with the code.

Wow! Such thorough checking! She rolled her eyes, berating her self.

And as she did so, her mind went back to every time Lex had called her the living image of the 🙄 emoji.

A light, sorrowful chuckle escaped her, along with a lone tear.

She let it drop and moved on to complete the mission she had partaken in.

She searched, and Nah, Nothing at all. Pooja doubtfully looked around. Was she missing out on something, or was it just another one of Miles' Red Herrings to mislead her?

Five seconds and temporarily deciding on the second option, she went out to the next room and thought of coming back to this later.

Pooja went to grab the surprisingly well-kept handle, and in a reflex pulled it back. The handle was abnormally hot. It felt out of nowhere. No fire, no nothing, how the hell was the door handle so freaking hot?!

Of Course, she couldn't twist and turn a burning hot doorknob and harm her chances of success. So, she decided on other ways of opening the door. She kicked, pushed, forced it with the tad bit of strength left in her, but the door didn't even budge a single inch.

Her ankle sprained with the forceful kicking, she sat down. Tears rolled down her eyes, but she couldn't decide why.

The pain in her ankle, the fear of failing or a mix of both?

But obviously, No pain greater than letting down those whom you love.

She couldn't comprehend the time she was losing as she sat there, crying silently. She slowly started to rise, but couldn't bother to wipe her tears. Wasn't this what Miles Danvers wanted to see? She let him enjoy his short-lived victory.

Forgetting that the doorknob was hot as hell, she held it, and before she could withdraw her hand, her eyes fell on a cuboidal machine stuck just below the spherical structure.

This time, she did wipe the water from her glassy eyes, to get a better look.

Pooja switched on the flashlight and looked closely at it. So this was the mini devil burning her palm. After a few minutes of scrutinizing the black box closely, her eyes caught a red button on the downside of it. She went on to switch it off, and as soon as she did, the faint, almost inaudible buzz coming from it stopped.

The devil had been silenced.

But she knew that it would take time for the knob to cool down. She searched her jean pockets, and luckily her baby blue handkerchief with a neat P Alekhya has sewn on it was there to save the day.

She folded the kerchief in half and with it tried twisting the knob. A Few failed attempts later, she slowly opened the door.

But as soon as the light fell inside the room, her phone and kerchief, both fell on the floor.

The floor swayed under her feet. In front of her on a one-arm broken couch, lay Ethan.

Her Ethan.

The only light-emitting source of the room now lay covered on the floor, preventing her from taking a better look. And she was shaken to the core by the way events unfolded, layer by layer, that there was nothing to say at all.

Her brain froze, all ideas drowning down the drain, her confidence uprooted by the pain she felt seeing her love like that. A Thousand thoughts spiralling in her mind, but she pushed them aside. Her knee bruised by the fall, her feet wobbled as she tried to get up. Garnering strength on an empty stomach & little sleep was becoming increasingly difficult for her, but she needed to go on.

Giving up was never an option

She got up and decided to look around for a way out of the musty building with Ethan, all while hiding from Miles' eyes. Because he had been keeping an eye on her.

Picking up her phone, she directed the light around the room. Raggedy and Unclean, her fingers clenched around her phone as she felt fury fill in her veins. If she didn't have morals, she would have killed Miles herself at that very instant.

There were no cupboards or drawers anywhere around the room. She strolled around with careful steps and heard dry leaves and glass crunching underneath her foot. Pooja looked at the floor, and seeing its condition, didn't hope to find anything helpful.

That's when her eyes fell on a piece of paper. She picked the dust-coated sheet which had become brown from its originally white colour. She tried opening it up using a single hand but ended up tearing it a bit. Pocketing her phone, she opened the sheet up gently and then took the phone out again. Flashing the light, she slowly went through the contents.

It was a map of the building, and she had never felt as grateful as she did at the moment.

She studied it closely, carefully and located a narrow stairway at the corner of the first floor, i.e. the floor she was on, that would lead her out of the building without having to use the main entrance.

She needed to take E out of here, at any cost. But how in God's name was she going to carry her Dr Giraffe alone, all while making sure Miles didn't have suspicions?

She made his unconscious body sit upright as the couch creaked. This broken shit isn't going to last much longer, she thought to herself. She couldn't take any chances of getting caught. Whatever you have to do, do it quick.

She bent and locked his arms around her neck. Then, she stood up slowly and an Uff! escaped her mouth. Wish I had paid attention to the weight lifting lessons.

Pooja lifted him off the sofa and enclosed his long, really long legs, around her waist. And as she started to walk, she stumbled back and forth, and almost fell, as she gained a stable posture. She slowly got out, making sure her shoes don't prompt the creaky floorboards to begin a musical. She scooted to the farthest edge of the floor and walked quickly to reach the darkest corner.

A walk of a lifetime and approaching the darkness, her eyes struggled to make out the door for the staircase. She trusted her intuition and slowly, very carefully, placed a foot in front of the other, as she made her way down. She worried that E might get hurt, and she would hate herself for the rest of her years if that happened.

The grey light at the end of the staircase was a ray of hope for her. She thanked her past self for parking the car closer to this side of the building as she hurried to place Ethan there. She felt her pockets and found the key faster than her expectation. She opened the passenger seat and placed E down on the floor because as much as she hated it, she couldn't take chances with Miles locating him in the car in case he came for a lookout.

Phew! She was relieved that whether or not she makes it out of the mess she had got tangled in, her love will be safe. Locking him safely in, she rushed back to the mansion.

On her way back, she rushed a bit too much, all while forgetting to switch on her flashlight. She tripped badly on the stairs and fell facedown. When she got up, the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. She felt a blank space in her mouth. She had lost a tooth.

She made her way back and expressed her gratitude to God for letting her make this trip safely. She remembered to shut the door behind as she left and made her quickly to the room where Ethan was held captive. A mistake she had noticed the time she looked at the map was that she had entered the wrong room.

And it was a four-leafed clover for her.

She closed the door of the forbidden room just as her ears pricked up. Tips & Taps of someone's footsteps made her heartbeat rush as she quickly moved to the actual room she was supposed to be searching.

"Hmmm" Miles arrived behind her, hands in pocket. The room in front of her didn't have a door.

"So are you planning to spend the rest of your life chillin' here? That'll be a wonderful plan!" He mocked her and the list of the number of times Poo had wanted to punch him had just become longer.

"What the fuck do you want?" She hissed.

A lopsided grin told her that he was having the best time of his life tormenting her.

"No, I just wanted to check if you will ever make out of here or not."

"And what conclusion did you arrive at?" She mocked curiosity.

"I think- No, scratch that. I am sure, that this" He gestured around him, "is your Final Destination"

His grim laughter filled the place as he went around, checking his surroundings, especially the forbidden room.

Poo had smartly switched on the Make-Hot machine to avoid any suspicions. Seeing, rather, feeling that the door handle was perfectly hot as hell, he returned, and she let out the sigh of utmost relief.

Her heart was filled with gratitude as she thanked God, over and over again, as things turned out in her favour in a place where she had no resource & no help. Although she still felt as if she had been left on the battlefield without preparation or weapons, she used her skills to pave her way safely.

The last room, surprisingly well-kept, lay open before her. Please let me pass this last one, she let out a silent prayer and went in.

Flashlight on, she looked around. This time it was only evidence and no clues and keeping that in mind she carried on her search. A bed lay at the centre of the room. All around were shelves and cupboards which had been kept to mislead her and make her waste her time. A 40% charge in her phone and the clock telling her that she had only 20 minutes left to get out safely, she hurried away.

Quickly opening one drawer and then the other, disappointment flooded her as she failed to locate any file, folder, hell, even a piece of paper.

At last, all drawers, cupboards done and nothing there at all. She felt let down, her heart palpitated. She sat down on the bed and as she placed her hand, heard the very soft scrunch of paper. The stillness of the surroundings was the reason why she could hear it.

She quickened her actions and lifted all the goddamn blankets, to reveal a bunch of paper, half folded, half-torn. She gathered them all. Suddenly she felt something stuck behind one of the sheets. Turning it revealed a USB drive.

Fuck, this was her gold!

She rushed out, picking the papers and the blue file she had collected from the first room. She remembered to check back the second one and the M something code. When she tried to reopen the door, however, she failed. All her trials went in vain. Unlike last time, the door didn't even budge this time.

And then, the entire manor shook as the roar of a bullet echoed all around her. It had been shot just next to her foot, and she stood frozen at her place. She slowly turned around, and saw Miles, with the evil expression on his face appearing to shine in dim light, standing there with a gun.

Slowly, Stuttering, Pooja asked, "What, what, t-the h, hell do you think you are, are doing?"

"I said I will give you the clues, I never said I will let you get away with them. Why would I invite my danger, when putting you to the deathbed would be much, much, easier?" Miles Danvers hissed.

"You want to do a second murder, lose the chance to save your brother forever?"

At the mention of Mark, Miles did fall a little weak, but that passed in a heartbeat.

"Girl, if I really cared about him, I would have never plotted against him in the first place. Bringing you here, was just a ploy, a mask, so that I can finish all four of you and live my life in peace."

He moved forward, one step and the next, as Pooja tried to run. He held her hand with a bone-crushing grip and twisted her hand to her back and held the gun to her cheek. She tried to free herself as she cried out in pain. Her eyes widened as the cold metal touched her skin.

She had really walked into hell at her own will.

Pooja knew her twisting and turning will not be able to help her a bit. So she tried to remember the self-defence techniques she had learnt in her teens and using her foot, kicked him hard in the groin.

He groaned in pain and his attention shifted. Pooja taking the chance, ran swiftly down the stairs, only to slip down the stairs and land on the ground floor. She incurred painful injuries and couldn't move for a good minute.

Even as she mustered the courage to sit up, her body ached in extreme pain. She must've sprained something real bad. Miles was still withering in pain, and she took the chance to get up and slowly move towards the exit.

She dragged her foot and muttered to herself,

Just one more step, just one more.

This rhyme gave her the strength as she almost made it to the door and then

AAH!

Blood splattered on the ground as the bullet pierced through her left hand, and she held the door to support herself. Tears rushed out of her eyes as Pooja screamed in pain.

At least it was her hand and not her mind that had been hurt. Even in pain, she acted smart. Throwing away the files that she held in her right hand outside, she took out the pepper spray that she always had in her pocket and sprayed a good bit of it at the approaching Miles.

It was her black, powdered dynamite, her most powerful weapon.

Coughing, Sneezing, Stumbling, Miles let out cries of help and the gun was very soon forgotten.

Smirking through her tears, Pooja chanted, It's the end Miles, It's the end.

Getting out of there, She shut off the main entrance door on his face and collected all the papers with her non-injured hand. Dragging her foot slowly, she escaped, pride and contentment filled in her heart.

Whatever she did, whatever pain she received, all paled as she bathed in the joy of the possibility of finally being able to rescue her people, her persons.

She did it, for her family...

You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.

PS: I would have killed Miles myself if given the chance😡 Also sorry for this dark, twisty tale after my birthday. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this mess and here's to hoping that you have a wonderful day ahead🧡! Love You!

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This is what happened when Lizzy and Shiro made plans for bowling.

(( OOC: Sorry, for posting this after so long. We had unexpected plans pop up and were not able to role-play. This happened the day before Lizzy’s nose job. Also, excuse our role-play skills. We are not the best. Hope you guys like it. Sorry again. ))

At around 4, Shiro arrived at Lizzy's drive way, waiting for Liz. Incase Liz did not notice the car, Shiro texted her that she arrived. After about 7 minutes, the door of the house started to open and Lizzy ran out

"Sorry I'm late I had to publically kink shame Jamie" Lizzy explained

"So how do you feel about dogs"

With one elbow out of the window, " Dogs....what do you mean?? I am fine with dogs.....why??" Shiro was puzzled.

"Well I was thinking, 'you know dogs are great. I love dogs. And there is an animal shelter filled with dogs nearby.' so yeah. we should go look at dogs" Lizzy rambled, getting into Shiro's car

Still in the driveway, Shiro looked the directions to the nearest animal shelter. She had no problem with dogs. All she wants is to waste time before going bowling. " You can control the music. If you want, you maybe won't like the songs that I listen to." Shiro said as she handed Liz the aux cord.

"Whoo, fun times, i'm playing garbage so feel free to take away my privilege." Lizzy said. Being the little shit she is, she started playing hell fire from the hunchback of notre dame

For the whole 20 minutes, songs from the Hunchback of Notre Dame were playing. Lizzy seem to be having a blast just listening to the songs. As for Shiro, she did not care the least bit. Actually, Shiro was into the songs and wanted now to watch that movie. Shiro never watched any Disney movies except Mulan. They finally reached the animal shelter,and Lizzy was out the car in seconds.

"Are you excited to see puppies cause i am excited to see puppies best early birthday ever!" Lizzy shrieked like the child she was.

Shiro paused just as she was closing her door. "Your birthday is coming. I guess this is a early birthday present from me. When is it actually??" She asked then closed the driver's side door, locked her car, and slipped her key in her jacket pocket.

"It's the 20th. But yeah. You know" Lizzy said, skipping toward the entrance

As we entered the building, a old woman with blonde hair at the reception desk and the smell of dog food greeted us. " We..." Shiro was cut off by Liz who was practically bouncing up and down ready to meet some puppies.

"I WANT A PUPPY WHERE ARE THE PUPPIES?"

Patting Liz's head to calm the fuck down, " What she means is we want to meet some puppies if possible?" The receptionist told us to follow her, and she lead them to a glass room filled with puppies. Liz was about to shove the old woman out the way and knock the door down for some puppies. Before she could Shiro stepped in front of her and Liz's face was smashed into Shiro's shoulder. " Calm down a little. It's just puppies." Shiro scolded her before they stepped into the room.\

"There is no such thing as just puppies shiro they are holy beings" Lizzy huffed

"Really. Holy Beings holy beings. Well anyways we have a hour till bowling. Have fun." Shiro commented sarcastically as she was swarmed by the  tiny holy beings.

Spoiler alert: Lizzy did have fun.

She was covered in a pile of puppies. How could it not be fun?

At one point, Shiro was overpowered by the holy beings and was being trampled over on the floor. Somehow, a chubby blonde puppy nested in Shiro's jacket hood.  When Shiro got up on her left shoulder was the head of said puppy. It was just chilling there with its tongue out. " Liz, look isn't this puppy cute? I'm gonna take a picture." Shiro asked as she got her phone out.

"Or you could take it home. Just saying" Lizzy suggested. she studied each puppy and tried to figure out which one would be the easiest to sneak out

"We could hide one in my jacket and leave. But that is wrong." Shiro replied.

"that's be wrong" Lizzy muttered in a poor imitation of Shiro

Just after she took a photo of her and puppy. Shiro noticed the time. It was 5:27. " We should go now. It will take us about 30 minutes to arrive at the alley. Right now, the time is 5:27. And help me take one of the holy beings out of my hood, please." Shiro requested

Lizzy pouted but complied with the request

Lizzy was so sure she would have been able to steal a puppy

After about 30 minutes of arguing how to steal a puppy in Shiro's car, they finally arrived at the bowling alley. Shiro was the one who did the talking at the desk while Liz was trying to find a bowling ball she could hold. Shiro got her bowling shoes. " Liz, what size bowling shoes do you wear?" she shouted loud enough that it could reach Lizzy.

"9's" Lizzy chirped. Lizzy was glaring at the bowling balls with a look of false seriousness. "Do you think we could steal one of these?

"9's" Lizzy chirped. Lizzy was glaring at the bowling balls with a look of false seriousness. "Do you think we could steal one of these?

Shiro payed for everything. Grabbing their shoes, she rushed over to Liz. " Well, it is possible.... Wait .. Why do you want to steal it?" Shiro questioned. "Our alley is number 5."

"murder" Lizzy whispered, making direct eye contact with shiro. She then giggle, booped Shiro's nose, and skipped off to their alley.

Shiro was just standing there for a moment with the weirdest expression then headed over to Liz. When she reached, Liz was typing in our names. Shiro found a spot to sit and started to change shoes after she set Liz's shoes beside her. Wanting to add a little pressure to the game, " Yo. Lizzy, do you want to make a bet?"

"what kind of bet" Lizzy asked with a look of wide eyed innocence. Little did Shiro know, something wicked this way comes. And it's name was Elizabeth

"Well, you know the classic bet. Where the winner makes the loser do whatever they want. Why not make it inter..esting? The winner makes the loser do whatever they want for a week and has to posted what and how they do it on Tum..b..lr. " Shiro offered with a quiet and persuading tone as she inched closer towards Liz to intensify the pressure with a smirk on her face.

"Well, i guess that couldn't hurt Shiro. Do you want to start?" Lizzy batted her doe eyes at Shiro and made a gesture towards the alley.

"Let the games begin" Shiro said confidently as she stood up and glared at the pins waiting to be toppled over.

"go easy on me, its my birthday" Lizzy pleaded.

" I can't and won't. It's a game. There is no holding back." Shiro was serious and had her game face on.

"Ok Edgelord time to chill. Fine, make the birthday girl cry. See if i care." Lizzy huffed. She looked just a little pathetic with her braids and pastel blue dress. like a ugly version of those pouting little girls in motivational posters.

Before finding the perfect bowling ball, Shiro took off her maroon jacket which revealed a dark purple tank top with Lilo and Stitch on it.  Her tank top was tucked in with high-waisted black jeans and a white belt. Shiro's hair was down like always. After about 5 minutes, she found the perfect ball, and Liz was the first one to go.

Lizzy scanned the bowling balls before picking up a navy.

She took a deep breath before rolling. She managed to down 7. She shot Shiro a wide grin.

Lizzy waited to roll before knocking two more down. She did a slightly dorky happy dance before turning back to Shiro. "Its your turn hot stuff" Lizzy grinned before plopping down on a seat.

"Hot stuff." Shiro repeated. Waiting for the pins to realign, Shiro was stretching out her right shoulder. Grabbing a ball, she was ready. "Stance, trajectory, force, speed, and curves" Shiro was whispering this to herself as she rolled the ball. The ball also hit 7 pins. Glancing back at Liz with a smirk, she rolled again and 3 pins were knocked out. "Spareee" Shiro whispered when Liz and she passed each other.

"You're a child." Lizzy called behind her. Little miss competitive wouldn't get to rain on her parade. Lizzy rolled and got an 4. She frowned but waited for her ball again none the less. She rolled a 5 next and squealed happily.

"I am no child. I don't know about you." Shiro remarked. With the same ball, she knocked down 9 pins but could not finish the last one. Putting her hands in her jean's pocket, Shiro strolled back to her sit while whistling.

"Excuse me, but I'm almost 15, thank you." Lizzy answered idly. Lizzy thought about rubbing that last pin in her face but decided against it. Lizzy rolled an  6 and managed to get 3 more afterwards. She smiled at the score and pranced back to her seat.

"You are excused. To add, I am turning 17 next month. For your information." Shiro added. Strolling to get her ball, she decided to change which ball to use. With the new ball, Shiro scored a  strike. Slowly turning with a smirk on her face, she with hand motions portrayed as if she had a cowboy hat on and pulled it down. "Howdy" Shiro said just for fun. She is not a cowboy.

"you are a child." Lizzy  huffed

Lizzy rolled a 8 and scored a spare afterwards. She, an adult, stuck her tongue out at Shiro

Sighing because she was fed up of being called a child, Shiro asked, "Why not we talk about something else?" Not looking or paying attention at which ball she chose, Shiro took down 2 pins then 3 pin

" Ok. I want to be a ninja turtle when I grow up." Lizzy said.

She rolled a 7 and then a 1.

" Do mean turn into a genetically modified turtle or have a suit?" Shiro questioned as Liz sat back down.

Standing up and grabbing the right ball, she rolled a 5 and then a 3.

"turn into a genetically altered turtle. Why would you half ass that?" Lizzy asked

Lizzy rolled a 7 then missed.

" Well, I was not sure what you meant, so I said all ways that you could become a ninja turtle. Anyways, which ninja turtle would you be or be a new addition. ? " Shiro puffed out and scored a strike.

" well, I relate to Donnie on an emotional level, but i'd be a new addition." Lizzy chattered as she rolled. Drat. a four. She managed to knock another pin down

After knocking 7 down then missing, "What would be your name? Lizzy or another name?"

Probably Eliza to stick with the aesthetic" Lizzy muttered. STRIKE LIZZY MADE A STRIKE

"Nice going" Shiro offered a high five but was declined. "Just wondering, why do a lot of people do things that is based on an aesthetic?" Shiro was walking backwards asking that question. She grabbed the right ball and knocked 8 down. " I mean you don't have to stick with it." Shiro rolled again and managed to hit one more pin.

Lizzy, who was too busy celebrating to even take notice of Shiro, rolled. "stick with what?" Lizzy asked before scoring a 8. she hit the last two and took back her seat.

"Why do people decide on things that stick with aesthetic?' Shiro repeated while moonwalking to the ball return. This was the second to last frame. Shiro had to be serious because she did not want to lose the bet. Thankfully, she knocked down all 10 pins.

"To stick with the aesthetic. As a faithful aesthetic hoe, you gotta stay faithful man." Lizzy answered. She rolled and landed a 9. She missed the next pin.

"What the fuck do you mean?" Shiro whispered to herself. Confused, she hit pin 5 pins then 1 pin.

"Don't question it." Lizzy chirped.

Rushing over to see the scoreboard, it said that "Edgelord Won!" From behind Shiro, Liz was giggling. Shiro never payed attention to the scoreboard because where is the fun in that.Turning around " You put my name as Edgelord. Really. I am no lord of the edge. Anyways, I won and you lost. Now what will you have to do for a week everyday?" Shiro first scolded her then intimidated  her.

"I mean ok man but i'll have a reconstructed nose so I won't be able to do much." Lizzy said with a shrug.

Shrio's stomach growled as she was putting her jacket back on and changing her shoes. "First let's eat. Where do you want to go? Afterwards, We gotta get some brownies and cinnamon rolls.''

"I like pasta. Know any good places?"

" Do you want fancy restaurant food or like fast food kinda?" Shiro replied as they gave their shoes back and left the bowling alley.

"Fast food. No need to spend forever right?" Lizzy said as they walked up to Shiro's car.

"Ummm...How about Fazoli's? I heard they have very good pasta." Shiro offered while turning her car on.

"I'm down" Lizzy said while bucking up. She didn't know what Fazoli's was but it sounded good

'' Okay. Fazoli's it is. Now, who will control the music??"

"ME" Lizzy shrieked as she put on Be More chill

" This is a musical, right?" Shiro really did not listen to the songs instead focused on driving.

"Yeah. Its about a computer that lives in his head. Its pretty good and Michael is the best character."

" A computer that lives in someone's head...nice..What is the name of this musical?" Shiro asked as she took a sharp left turn.

"Be More Chill. I have Rocky Horror if you'd prefer." Lizzy offered.

"This is fine." After 15 minutes, we finally reached a plaza that had Fazoli's in it.

"Whoo! Pasta!" Lizzy cheered as she hopped out of the car.

Shiro had the Penne with creamy Basil Chicken, and Lizzy had the Twice-Baked Lasagna. The food was very good. Liz, taking advantage that Shiro was paying, order more food and said that she would eat it later. Shiro thought that Liz loves this place so much, so she is planning her meals for days to come. " After ordering so much, are you just a little guilty that I have to pay for all of this?" Shiro questioned her while leaving the restaurant.

"I could contribute if you want"

'' It's fine. I was just testing you. By the way, I am rich like Laura, but I do not spend it like her. I make more than spend." Shiro countered.

"Ha, RIP. I'd think being rich would SUCK" Lizzy spazzed.

" Are you full now or have room for dessert?"

"I always have room for dessert." Lizzy said with a way to serious look.

"Okay.. conveniently there is a bakery right there" Shiro pointed at a shop that was in the plaza.

"Dude i am so excited for cinnamon rolls."

Stopping Liz from running off, "First let's put this in the car. Here give it to me and you can go admire the sweets. I will be right there." Shiro said as she took the takeout bag from Liz's hands.

Lizzy hopped into the bakery and completely disregarded Shiro's request to stay by the door. "Hello!" Lizzy greeted the person at the counter. "I'd like two cinnamon rolls and two brownies please!"

Shiro put the takeout in the back of the car and strapped a seat belt around it ,for safety measures. Then, she walked over to the bakery and saw that Liz was already eating a cinnamon roll. " Did you get some for me or is that all you?" Shiro asked while scanning over what the bakery had to offer.

"I ordered two. I'm decent" Lizzy said with a mouthful of cinnamon roll

While scanning over the sweets, Shiro's eyes found some macarons. "Yeah...I am gonna get some macarons." Glaring at the flavors, the person who was at the counter asked what she wanted. " May I have 4 pistachio, 4 almond, and 2 vanilla macarons?" Walking back Liz gave me a weird expression, " Half of these are for my mom. We love macarons!" Shiro said excitedly.

While at the bakery, Lizzy and Shiro discussed what should the bet be for Lizzy. Somehow, they ended up devising a plan to steal a holy being (puppy) from the shelter. It was not foolproof. In the end, they spent about a hour there. On the way to Lizzy’s house, Liz fell asleep in Shiro’s car. When they reached Lizzy’s house, Lizzy gave Shiro a hug and thanked her for that day. Reminder, the dare was never finalized. Shiro decided to reveal the dare a later time. First reason, she wanted to wait so that Liz will feel up to the challenge. She is getting a nose job. Second, Shiro had no idea what the dare should be. The suspense continues.