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Chapter 32: Stinking Skunks, Smelly Fish and a Surprise Called Sandy

I'm not going to do anything drastic. I like it when the universe decides to surprise me.

~Starlight24

"Well," I said, looking at the creature in the box. "You're something else, aren't you?"

The black and white creature didn't look too pleased.

"Oh, Dylan is going to absolutely hate this," Deeds said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Why a skunk, though?" I asked, amused.

"Dylan hates anything or anyone that smells. He pretty much loads himself with deodorant and if you smell even a teensy-weensy bit bad, he'll try to never speak to you again. It's a weird trait, really," Deeds said.

"Oh my gods, that's so weird," I said, laughing a bit now.

"Yep. So make sure you never stink when you're around him, because I know you don't want to ward him away," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

"What?" I asked, suddenly feeling my mind go cloudy. Had I been that obvious?

"Come on, Winters," she said with a light laugh. "You're my best friend. You don't think I missed this, did you?" she teased, and my face grew hot.

"This is so awkward," I muttered, feeling embarrassed. "I mean, you're his ex-girlfriend! This isn't supposed to be happening."

I wasn't going to deny it to her; she was way too perceptive for that.

She shrugged. "Well, I don't mind and I don't think he minds either," she said, and I grinned.

"I don't want to think about it anyway," I said, feeling a bit dumb. "I don't want to make the first move."

"Why?" Deeds asked. "Scared of rejection?"

I smiled thinly. "Pretty much," I admitted.

"Oh wow, Miss. Fearless is scared of rejection!" she said, pinching my cheek.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm far from being fearless. I don't like heights and I'm claustrophobic."

She shrugged lightly. "Well, when you and Dylan do get together, we should totally double-date," she said wisely, and I smacked her arm.

"Deeds!" I hissed. "I'm pretty sure he doesn't even like me!"

This was true. I genuinely thought he just liked flirting with me, but that was cool with me. I'd try to work around that.

Deirdre shot me a knowing look. "You're pretty blind, but oh well," she said, sighing.

I groaned. "Okay, back to the plan," I said.

Deeds grinned widely. "So far, what have we got? Run me through the plan again."

I smiled. "Okay, so first we empty out all his perfumes and fill it in with rotten eggs and water," I began, pointing to the mixture we'd filled in an old, plastic Kinley bottle.

Deeds nodded. "Check," she affirmed.

"Then, we trash his room and hide a skunk in his cupboard, which I'm still not okay with," I said, biting my lip.

"Come on! I promise the skunk will be okay," Deeds said, with a tight smile. "I even got it food. Is that okay?"

I nodded begrudgingly. "I guess it's fine," I said, still not convinced. Yeah, screw Dylan, I was concerned about that poor skunk!

"Then?" she asked, gesturing for me to continue.

"Then I remove his soap and fill it with fish oil," I said, biting my lip to prevent myself from laughing out loud. "Oh, and we cut fish bits into his jellybean stash. I never pictured he'd be a jellybean person," I said, unable to contain it anymore. I burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, Dylan will murder you if anyone touches his jellybeans," Deeds warned, and I grinned.

I grinned. "Alright, how do we get in?"

Deeds smiled triumphantly. "Trust me on this, okay? And I've already checked, Dylan is out with his dad until the evening. We have roughly half an hour until he returns."

"That's great, and I'm not going to question your sources. Let's go," I said, grinning.

"Well aren't you excited?" she teased.

I shook my head and we held the covers in both hands, walking towards my neighbor's house.

I just realized that I'd never properly met Mrs. Daniels before.

A woman with long, brown hair and deep brown eyes opened the door, and I smiled widely at her. She had a heart shaped face and a pinched nose, along with long lashes and dimples which Dylan must have inherited. Her hair was blow dried and straight, and she wore a white blouse and a pair of blue jeans.

"Deirdre!" she said, her voice seeming elegant but excited. "Honey, it's been so long!"

Okay, ignore me. I'm totally cool with that.

"Hi Linda!" Deirdre said, obviously close to the woman. I felt something pinch in my gut at that thought for some reason. "This is Day," she said, motioning towards me. I waved my hand timidly.

"Oh yes," said the lady, and to her credit she looked just as excited to see me. "Our neighbors! I'm afraid we've never been properly introduced, although Dylan has talked about you quite a bit," she said, and my cheeks immediately flushed red.

"Yes, you should come over sometime," I offered, trying my best to not let her words echo across my brain. Dylan talked about me?

She smiled. "Alright, what brings you two lovely ladies to our house?" she asked, still smiling widely.

"Day and Dylan had a project they needed to do," Deeds said smoothly. "So we were wondering whether we could come up and do it?"

Mrs. Daniels pursed her lips at this. "Honey... I'm not sure, Dylan's busy today," she said with a sympathetic smile. "And... Deirdre dear? Things are over between the two of you, right?" she asked, and immediately my eyebrows shot to the top of my head, kind of like how Nat's always were.

"Um... yeah?" replied Deeds, looking as unsure as me, if not more.

Mrs. Daniels heaved a sigh of relief. "Oh, thank god. It's not that I don't like you honey, you're like a second daughter to us, but Dylan is out with someone and I wouldn't want you feeling bad about it..." she said, trailing off.

Immediately my gut clenched tightly and I felt my mind go kind of cloudy. Dylan was out with someone? My stomach started churning at an unhealthy rate and I bit down on my lip tightly. No, I wasn't going to let the Little Green Monster, otherwise known as jealousy, take over me.

Deeds raised her eyebrow. "Oh, that would be no problem at all," she said with a big smile. "Day could just set everything up at the top and take care of it, and Dylan can come and help out later."

Mrs. Daniels looked mildly unconvinced, but Deeds flashed her an enormous smile that melted her worries. "Okay, I trust you Deirdre," she said with a light laugh. "Dylan's room is first to the right," she said, talking more to me than Deeds.

"Yep, I know. I've been there on countless occasions," Deeds said with a wink, and I resisted the urge to cringe and Mrs. Daniels rolled her eyes playfully.

"Ever heard of too much information, love?" she asked, laughing.

The two of us darted upstairs, and I smiled at Dylan's room because it was so typical. Messy, clothes spilling out of the laundry basket, his bed unmade, his closet open. There were blue and black splashes across the room and beautiful abstract paintings hung across, along with the lovely scent of pine that wafted throughout.

"He painted those, by the way," Deeds said, pointing at the lovely sketches that had been framed across.

Dylan painted? Oh well, you learnt a new thing every day I guess.

"They're amazing," I said, honestly.

I looked around his room and then suddenly something threw me off. The only thing that had been kept neatly was the shelf of books, minus the one on his bed. "He reads a lot," Deeds said, voicing my thoughts. "He's really a closeted nerd, by the way," she said with a laugh.

That was adorable. I grinned.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed lightly and I opened it. The name made my heart pick up pace a little.

Popcorned: Heyyy

"Who's Popcorned?" Deeds asked, reading over my shoulder.

For a moment I flinched, but then I remembered she knew I was Starlight. "He's an online friend who helps me out with Miss. X," I replied, typing in a quick 'Hi' in return.

"Day, that is incredibly dangerous," Deeds said, biting her lip. "You can't just go around making friends online. What if he turns out to be a mass-murdering sociopathic psycho?"

I tried imagining Popcorned as a mass-murdering sociopathic psycho. I couldn't.

I burst out laughing. "No way in freaking hell. Popcorned is amazing and he has pretty pristine English. I'm pretty sure mass-murdering sociopathic psychos aren't the most literate," I said knowledgably.

Deeds raised her eyebrows. "You like this guy, don't you?"

What!?

"No!" I replied, with conviction, my cheeks flaming red. I didn't, did I?

"Oh dear, you like a mass-murdering sociopathic psycho," Deeds said, shaking her head in disbelief. "And you like Dylan, who might as well be a mass-murdering sociopathic psycho because he's cray-cray."

I pressed my palm against her mouth to shut her up. If Mrs. Daniels walked up and heard Deeds I would be mortified.

My phone buzzed again.

Popcorned: Hey, do you have any good ideas to escape when you're not supposed to?

I grinned.

Starlight24: Lol, what happened?

Popcorned: I have a leech on my arm that insists on sucking my face.

Starlight24: Can she read this?

Popcorned: I'm hiding in the bathroom right now.

I burst out laughing and Deeds smiled lightly. "I guess he's kind of funny, though," she said, still sounding unsure but kind of amused.

Starlight24: Say you need to throw up and run out.

Popcorned: My dad will see through it...

Starlight24: Wait, you've got a clingy girl and you're dad is RIGHT THERE?

Popcorned: I have a very messed up family. Don't question it and help me out!

Starlight24: You're on your own. I'm currently trying out a revenge plan, so I'm kind of busy.

Popcorned: Thanks but no thanks for the help, babes -.-

"He calls you babe!?" Deeds shrieked, sounding aghast and I clamped my hand on her mouth again.

Starlight24: Love you too!

Popcorned: Shit, my dad's hollering out my name. He thinks I have a stomach upset.

Starlight24: How lovely, I totally needed to know that.

Popcorned: Oh, before I go, tell me three things.

I furrowed my brows in confusion but then got what he was trying to indicate.

Starlight24: 1) I'm crap at figuring out revenge plans 2) My eyesight is awful 3) I'm kind of a loner.

"Hey!" Deeds said, indignant. It was kind of weird having her right there. "You have me!"

I smiled and kissed her cheek. "I know. I didn't say you weren't a loner, did I? We're loners together."

Popcorned: Aw, you'll always have me =)

"He's so corny," Deeds said with an eye roll. "And also, I'm the only one who has you, so he can go die."

"It's in his tagline," I said with a giggle, remembering the whole 'I'm not that corny' line that made me like him (AS A FRIEND) to begin with. "And yes, I know," I said with an exaggerated sigh before laughing.

Starlight24: Yeah, yeah, Mr. Cheesy. Your turn.

Popcorned: 1) I like math 2) I'm getting a new car next week 3) I REALLY want to meet you someday.

"Creep," muttered Deeds, and I laughed at her utter and complete disdain for this boy.

Starlight24: Hmm, we'll see...

Popcorned: Damn! My dad's banging on the door. Fare thee well, sister!

"He just sister zoned you," Deeds remarked, and I felt like I was choking. Why did I feel this way? Not like he even mattered really. I'd never even meet him. He wasn't even that important. Psht, it didn't matter if he considered me as a sister.

Starlight24: Kay, bye!

I turned to Deeds, who let out a sigh of relief.

"Mister Flirt Alert finally left, huh?" she asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"Stop dissing him and let's get back to the plan, shall we?" I asked, but it was more like an order.

Now Deeds rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, Master. Shall I massage your feet and scrub your temples as well, your Highness?"

Alright, let's hide the skunk," I said, with a large grin plastering my features.

"Now we're talking," Deeds said, taking out the rotten egg mixture. "But... how do we trash up his room if it's already trashed up?"

I laughed. "We trash it up further, of course," I said cheekily, before running into the bathroom. "Good gods, how many perfumes does he own?" I asked, rolling my eyes. "Do we even have enough of the mixture to fill into all of these oceans of potions?" I asked, placing the back of my palm across my forehead dramatically.

"Even one rotten egg would have been enough. They really stink. You went ahead and emptied out ten," Deeds said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

I laughed and opened the perfume bottles. "It's a pity, really. This perfume costs $68," I said, looking at the fancy yellow glass container with mixed feelings.

"Meh, dump it down the toilet," Deeds said, snatching it from me and throwing it down, before sloshing in the eggy mixture.

"Gross," I chuckled, following suit.

After roughly ten minutes, we were done completely ruining his perfumes.

I opened up his cupboard and threw out his clothes. All of them- surprise, surprise- smelt really good. I pulled out the thrashing, stinking skunk and placed him in the cupboard, before locking the door securely.

Then, I opened the soap dispenser and poured in the fish oil.

Deeds held a pack of jellybeans in her hand. "Now for the thing that will affect him the most," she said loudly, before dropping in the chopped raw fish pieces into the jellybean packet and emptying out the actual, good jellybeans and popping them into her mouth.

"I'm not eating those," I said as she handed me some. Who knew how old they were?

"Your loss," she said with a shrug, before suddenly exclaiming. "Oh hell, he's here!"

I rushed to the front window with wide eyes and sure enough, he was coming out of his car, laughing about something.

We ran towards the side window, where my window was right opposite and I'd left it open.

"Is this safe?" I asked as Deeds opened the window and skillfully climbed under and hopped across to my ledge, before securing herself under the window pane and climbing in.

"I guess?" Deeds said, dusting herself off. I bit my lip and lifted my leg out, before climbing onto my ledge. All of a sudden, a branch hit me and I wobbled, feeling unstable. Then, my leg banged hard against a pipe and I felt my vision blur with pain and I bit my lip, only to find myself wobbling.

"Help!" I screamed, because I lost my footing and the ledge was thin.

Deeds' eyes widened and she held out her arm and I gripped on, pulling myself onto the window and falling inside my room.

"You okay?" Deeds asked, eyeing my throbbing foot uncertainly.

I shrugged. "I guess? I mean... I'm not sure," I said, honestly, watching my foot swell up before my very eyes. "It kind of hurts," I admitted.

"Should we leave now? I can drive you to the doctor's office," Deeds said, immediately becoming concerned. I smiled at her warmly.

"Let's go to the hospital right after we see Dylan, though," I said, chuckling, and she laughed with me.

We both headed to the front window (well, she walked and I had my arm draped across her as I hobbled like an old lady) and looked outside.

Dylan was talking to his father and another tall, good looking man. There was a girl beside him, smiling graciously.

She was stunning. There was no other way to put it lightly. She had honey colored hair that fell in waves and a beautifully slim figure, along with wearing a pair of high waisted denim shorts with a cream colored belt and a white, high- low crop top that showed off her incredibly toned stomach.

Her gray eyes twinkled and her smile was etched across her face. Her lips were full and her nose was slightly snubbed at the end, giving off an 'I'm higher than you' look. She had long, killer legs that looked muscly but not overly so, along with a pair of awesome converse as well.

"Sandy!" exclaimed Mrs. Daniels, and my heart sank a little as the two embraced like old friends.

Dylan's father and the other man walked in, and I could hear the girl chattering in a very sophisticated accent that was tinged with French.

Dylan laughed and put his arm around the girl's waist, his fingers brushing against her bare skin and she gave him the most dazzling smile ever that made me cringe.

"How have you been, love?" asked Mrs. Daniels, and I could see Deeds was gritting her teeth.

"Dylan's such a dipshit. He's going down," she said, growling. "Screw him, Day. Go marry your Popcorned."

I bit my lip, feeling a sense of dread wash over me. My stomach felt insanely sick and I could feel the bile rising up to my throat.

Dylan's thumb was tracing circles around her skin and it didn't help that he looked absolutely amazing too. He was wearing a fitted gray V-neck and off black, ripped jeans.

"I have been simply magnifique!" she gushed, her fingers slipping into the belt loops of Dylan's jeans as she did this hip-bump thing with him. "Dylan, ah, he has been such a charmer," she said.

Mrs. Daniels shot Dylan a look I couldn't comprehend, and Dylan nodded so stiffly I could have imagined it. His jaw was taut and his posture rigid, until Sandy hip-bumped him again and he seemed to relax visibly.

"I'm so glad," Mrs. Daniels said a tad bit forcefully.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "And his face... It is so cute!" she said, pinching his cheek roughly and he flinched, his cheeks turning a bit red.

Oh no, he had feelings for this French bitch and it was killing me.

"He has a cute face? What the hell is wrong with her?" Deeds spat, looking annoyed while I looked like I was slowly dying on the inside.

"Ah!" came a voice, and Sandy gave a high pitched squeal that sounded like something a movie actress would do. She reminded me of Fleur Delacour from Harry Potter and I didn't like it one bit. "Sandréa et Dylan, comment s'est passé le déjeuner?" << Sandréa and Dylan, how was lunch?>>

Then Sandy began chatting nonstop and finally, Mrs. Daniels offered her a tight-lipped smile. "Sandy, we're all going to go eat some cake that I'd baked when you were out, are you hungry?"

Dylan grinned widely. "Always hungry for cake," he said with a certain obviousness in his tone.

Sandy's eyes widened. "Cake? Un gateaux? Il a beaucoup de sucre! Je ne veux pas devenir la graisse!" <<A cake? It has a lot of sugar! I don't want to become fat!>>

Mrs. Daniels shrugged. "Your loss, honey. Dylan, come whenever you want," she said, before disappearing with Sandy's mom.

Suddenly, Sandy's playful manner dropped and before Dylan could walk into the door, she shut it and he raised an eyebrow at her. She placed her arms on her hips and faced him, pulling him by the belt loops so they were flush against each other.

I could feel my heart drop to my feet as she looped her arms around his neck and he offered her a lazy smile, his arms wrapping around the small of her back.

Then, she pulled down and bit her lip, and he lifted her up so that her feet were in the air and he kissed her softly, making it look like a movie moment that couldn't be interrupted. 

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Picture of Sandy ^^^

Yay! Long update, and super quick, too!

You love me, I know. Oh and also, how was the update? I know, I think I slowly killed a lot of people because of this :P

Anyway, school starts on Monday so there will be less frequent updates (I'll try to do it at least once a week) because you know how hectic High School can get... ugh. So I'm kind of making up for that in advance, I guess!

So anyway, thoughts on the chapter? Sandy? The revenge plan? Popcorned? Dylan? Mrs. Daniels?

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Anyway, there will be A LOT happening next. A LOT. By A LOT I mean A LOT.

The story is coming to an end *sobs*

Nah, probably ten chapters left. But the end is near. 

Song of the Day: Cold Water by Major Laser ft. Justin Bieber and MØ

Teaser: Bowling with a stuck up, whiny girl isn't fun. AT ALL. 

Love you all,

~Lexi