forum "I choose to believe, why can't you?" [Aliens/Conspiracy Roleplay] [One-on-One]

Started July 09, 2019 by @WriteOutofTime

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"That's a good hypothesis," he agreed with a nod. "Do you have any idea where the party was?"

"Ya know that house that's been empty for as long as we can remember? That one." She said.

"Oh, the one on the end of the street between yours and mine," he said. "The creepy one I hate walking through."

"Yep!" She said, leaning back more.

"Should we go there tomorrow?" he asked. "Look around?"

"Yeah, maybe pretend we're good neighbors and say hi. I'll bring them grocery store cookie." She said, laughing.

August snorted. "Yeah, the two most awkward teenagers in the town coming over just to say hi. No matter how crazy they are, we'll just look crazier."

"Very good point, Sherlock." She said, slipping into a shitty British accent.

"Wot the bloody hell was that," he laughed in an even shittier British accent.

She laughed, leaning forward.

August plugged in his phone. Eighteen new notifications? He didn't have friends and he didn't recognize the numbers. He scrolled through them.
come to the party.
come to the party.
All of them said the same thing.
"Come to the party?" he repeated.

Frankie looked over his shoulder. "Freaky."

"Do you think it's some sort of…elaborate prank? On people who didn't go?" he wondered.

"Bit weird to pull a prank on your whole neighborhood when you just moved, no?" She asked, furrowing her brow.

He tilted his head to the side. "Mmm, maybe it was a prank by the party-goers. To include the new people in a prank."

She shrugged. "Maybe? I honestly doubt it."

"I don't know, either," he admitted, brushing his floofy hair out of his face with a frustrated gesture. "I just want to know what the hell is happening."

"I want to know too. This- this is freaky." She said, leaning against him.

Sunlight streamed from the window through the small slit in the curtains. August's eyes fluttered open. There was a weight leaning against him. He glanced to the side and smiled. Frankie was asleep, slumped against his arm. His smile disappeared as he remembered the night before. "Frankie, wake up."

Frankie groaned, shifting slightly. "Whaaaaaa?"

"You need to check on your mom," he said, shoving her off of him with a decent amount of gentleness. "I gotta check on my parents. Remember?"

"Right." She mumbled, rubbing her eyes and running a hand through her hair.

He pushed himself to his feet, hurrying down the hall. "Mom? Mom?" She was by the coffee pot. She turned to face him, her face appearing surprisingly normal, albeit tired and worn. "Hey, Gus," she greeted, yawning. "God, I can't remember a thing. Guess that party went sideways."

"What…?" he said, gazing at her with wide eyes.

She stayed behind him, blinking wildly. "Um… morning Mrs. Middlton."

"Morning, dear," she said with a natural smile, "Stayed the night, did you? How's your cold?" She glanced at both of them, clearly trying to insinuate something happened between them.

"Better, ma'am, thanks to a whole lotta meds." She said, smiling obliviously.

She smirked, nodding. "Of course, dear. Modern medicine is a miracle." She held up a bottle of tylenol. "For example, this puts a slight dent in the hangover headache I've got."