October 17, 2020
Miguel and I are planning to investigate more about Max's accident while Angeliz is investigating Nikki's accident with Arissa. Well, at least that's my guess. I suspect that because Arissa and Angeliz seem to buy more and more stuff with my money. Geez, they have their own money, dammit. But then again, they could just be using my money for random shit. Miguel and I drive over to a warehouse where they sell a lot of chairs; we're hoping to learn more about these gas pistons. Angeliz may know a lot about these, but I don't think she's got enough time to explain it to us. I've already called Blake to help us by checking the broken chair's remains. I'm pretty confident he knows how to get fingerprints, clues and stuff; the only problem is we don't have copies of thumbprints of anyone at all. I mean, Blake is related to Angeliz, he should have a brain, I guess. Miguel told me he'd ask Angeliz if she'd have any fingerprints of the members of our "friendship circle" as Nikki would call it. I wouldn't really expect her to have those, but as far as I know, she's the number one stalker. So, I guess there would be no harm in asking. But then again, I wouldn't suspect anyone to do that. For one, all of us in the group are afraid of Angeliz, and two, no one hates Max.
"You're rich, right? So then, why can't you just hire a private investigator to do all the work?" Miguel asks.
"Angeliz doesn't want to hire one. She says they're dumbasses who can't do anything right." I reply.
"Why is that?" Miguel asks.
"I don't know either. I didn't want to ask her why because the look on her face that time looked really mad." I reply.
"Oh well. I guess we'll know sooner or later. Let's ask the man over there about the gas pistons." Miguel says.
I agree and we both walk to the Man who seems to be cleaning a computer chair.
"Hello there! How may I help you? Do you want to buy a chair? We have a lot of hover chairs and gaming chairs that have just been shipped from Argentina." The man says enthusiastically.
"I'm sorry sir; we're not interested in purchasing chairs." I say respectfully.
"A repair perhaps?" The man replies.
"No. We'd like to learn more about gas pistons. You see, our friend got into an accident and—" Miguel starts explaining everything that had happened to Maxine. When he had finished, the man starts speaking.
"Oh. I see now. An accident could be possible, but the possibility of someone messing around with it to make the gas piston explode is also very much possible. This other friend of yours is very smart to know about gas pistons. They're such old mechanisms that not much people even know of their existence anymore. The chair could also break because of how old it is. I reckon that chair would be about 10 years old."
"I guess it's really old already, because she's been wanting to replace the chair for quite a while now." I say.
"Well, thank you very much for that. In return, have this diamond." I say and hand a tiny diamond to the man.
"You're very kind. Thank you." The man replies.
"Holy shit!" Miguel shouts.
"What?" I ask.
"No one gives a fucking diamond just to anyone, you know." Miguel says.
"I know, but he's really helpful, so he deserves it." I reply.
"Well, it's not normal!" Miguel shouts.
"It is to me." I answer.
"Okay fine. It isn't normal, but I don't give two shits." I answer back.
After our conversation, we drive back to Angeliz's place.
"Dude, were you able to get thumbprints, or clues or anything?" Miguel asks.
"Yeah, I got three fingerprints of three different people. A lot of the fingerprints I found was near the gas piston, it seems like someone did tweak the chair, or Max just played around with the seat. Other than that, I got a strand of hair." Blake answers.
"Oh dude you are awesome." Miguel says.
"Course." Blake says and grins.
"You're no different from Angeliz, aren't you?" Miguel says.
"He is sort of different. He's nicer than Angeliz by about five percent! Plus, he has a lovelife!" I say with enthusiasm.
"Really? Who's his girlfriend?" Miguel asks.
"Bianca!" I shout.
"HEY!" Blake shouts.
Miguel's face looks like it's about to explode of laughter. He looks like he's trying to hold his laughter in, but he just can't.
"OH MY GLOB! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! BIANCA'S IN A RELATIONSHIP?! HOLY SHIT, HOW'D THAT HAPPEN?!?" Miguel says.
"What?" Blake says, flustered.
"WHY WOULD YOU DATE HER?! SHE'S SO UG--!!"
Someone throws a dictionary straight at Miguel's face. He falls straight to the ground; he slowly tries to get up. It happened so fast that I didn't even notice the book until it hit him. I turn around, and I see Zoe. I'm pretty sure she was the one who threw it at her. Err, him, I mean.
"HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I'M GONNA DIE!!~ ZOE YOU'RE AWESOMEE!!" I say and laugh my ass off.
"I know I am. So, Miguel…" Zoe stops talking and grabs Miguel.
" WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY SISTER?!" Zoe shouts with her face just a few inches away from his.
"Oh shit, you're gonna die man." Blake says.
"I can arrange the funeral." I reply.
“Okay sure. I’ll buy the coffin. What color does he like?” Blake says.
"HEY! DON'T ASSUME I'M GOING TO DIE ALREADY!" Miguel shouts.
"ANSWER MY QUESTION, IDIOT!" Zoe shouts.
"Ahaha…" Miguel laughs nervously.
"Well, ummm…. She's very pretty, but compared to you she's hideous!" Miguel says, trying to escape from Zoe.
Zoe lets go of Miguel and takes a few steps back.
"Why, thank you. Miguel, that's sweet." Zoe says and smiles sweetly.
It seems like what Miguel said worked.
"But…" Zoe continues and pauses.
"No one insults my sister." Zoe says and turns away from him.
"Shhiittttt!!!!!!" Miguel shouts in pain and ends up down on his knees.
"Pretty good side-kick you got there." Blake says.
"Thanks." Zoe says and grins.
"You guys are cruel…"Miguel mumbles.
"What happened to tai-chi?" I ask.
"I wasn't expecting that. She's too fucking fast…" Miguel says with a soft voice. It's sounds like he's going to die at any moment.
"Yep! Ya better live with it!" I say happily.
"So, what brings you here?" Blake asks.
"Nothing really. I just came here to kill time, but then I overheard your conversation, so I barged in. Sorry about the door." Zoe says.
"Door? What do you mean by that?" Blake asks.
NO. FUCKEN. WAY. SHE BROKE THE DOOR?! HOW IN HELLS NAME IS THAT POSSIBLE?!
"When I heard Miguel, I had to break the door. It was necessary. But, I can pay for the damages." Zoe says.
"Okay then. But, you really do care a lot for your sister, don't you?" Blake says and smiles.
"Yeah, no one. NO. FUCKING. ONE. Should ever dare hurt her, even if it's just an insult." Zoe says.
"DATADARARARA CIRCUS! DAYADARARARARA AFRO! CIRCUS! AF-"
"ANGELIZ SHUT UP, OR ELSE WE'LL BE SPOTTED!" I shout angrily.
"That's the plan." Angeliz replies.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT'S THE PLAN!? THAT IS THE MOST IDIOTIC-" Angeliz interrupts me.
"Geez, calm down. I'm only trying to get myself spotted. Anyway, let's split up. You go search for any item or mechanism in the building, and I try to find the killers." Angeliz says.
"Splitting up is no good." I reply.
"Why not? You can fight really well and we don't have all the time in the world." Angeliz says.
"Well, do you realize that we're in an abandoned, deserted, dark, and gloomy building filled with traps and items used to kill people?" I reply.
"I know that, I'm not stupid. I've fallen into a pit hole in this building." Angeliz says.
"What if the culprit isn't here?" I ask.
"They are, they know when I come to this building." Angeliz answers.
"Wouldn't that be dangerous?" I say.
"Nah. I've gotten used to it. They seem to be scared of me; they use their speed to their advantage. They've tried to kill me, but the worst that's happened is a knife to my side. Well, that's because I was careless though."
"When did you get an injury like that? I always come with you to investigate and I have never seen you come out of the building injured."
"Oh, I came alone that one time."
"When did you go?"
"Err, few weeks ago."
"ARE YOU A DUMBASS!? YOU'RE WALKING AROUND THIS PLACE INJURED WITH PEOPLE TRYING TO KILL YOU!"
"Yeah, stupid idea. I know. But, it would be worse if it were Nikki that gets hurt."
I was astonished to hear that from her. She isn’t really the person who always thinks of anyone else first before herself… Maybe I just don’t know her too well, that could be it.
"Wait… Just a while ago, did you say they?"
"Yeah. Everytime I go in, a different one's guarding the area. Their heights are really close to each other, they be midgets. They all have blue eyes too. Just like how Nikki described it. Well, I haven't seen the guy in here yet. If it was Marc, he's in jail."
"Then we should visit Marc and interrogate him."
“We should bring Nikki."
"If Marc really loves her, he can't just lie to her."
I'm in the hospital, looking after Max. Miguel told me that she has to stay here for about 2-3 days. I don't want to wait that long, but as long as Max's alive, I can live. Max's asleep. I end up staring at her cute sleeping face. I know she's permanently disabled, so she's going to be in a wheelchair for the rest of her life but its fine. It does have an advantage though, she can't kick me anymore. I unconsciously smile and play with Max's hair.
"You're just too cute."
I turn red. I was pretending to sleep this whole time. Nathan you idiot, stop saying things like that or else…
"Shit. You're awake." Nathan says.
I open my eyes and turn my head to face him while smiling.
"I thought you told me that I'm so hideous that you ended up falling in love with me out of pity."
Nathan doesn't talk. His face is red as well.
"Just shut up." Nathan says while looking away from me.
"Hm? What was that? So you do admit that I'm-"
Nathan grabs me and kisses my lips. His arms were enveloped around my body. I close my eyes. This feels like a dream.
Suddenly, I hear the door creak open. I open my eyes and I see Nikki. Nathan didn't seem to notice though. He's still busy kissing me. Since when has my body ever felt this hot? I'm pretty sure my face is beyond the shade of red from blushing this much.
"I-I-I'm SO SORR-YY TO DIS-T-TTURBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nikki shouts, closes the door and runs off.
"Hah… hah…" I try to catch my breath from running. I never knew running could be this difficult for me. I guess I should just follow Miguel's advice and just walk slowly first. I don't want to end up in a wheelchair again. My timing is terrible, with a capital T! I can't believe this is the second time this kind of situation happened to me. But.. I think they were trying to do more than making out. I'll keep that to myself I guess.
"HEY NIKKI, COME WITH US!"
"HEY! WAIT A MINUTE-!"
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