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  • "Of course she is," Rick said, ruffling her hair quickly while he ran through the doors. He ran to the stairs as fast as he could. His heart sank at the sight.

    "Tiffany?" he said, dropping to his knees in front of her. "What happened? Can you speak?"
    Rick nodded wordlessly. This wouldn't be the first time, he jogged over to back and climbed the jagged fence, slipping and cutting his arm. He bled only slightly and it was far enough to stop him. He waited for Lola at the back door.
    Oh, lol, that makes sense.

    Rick sprinted to Tiffany's house as fast as he could. Suddenly the brisk air wasn't as soothing as it was. As soon as he got to the house he tried to turn the handle, but the door was locked. He knocked loudly on the door.
    Ha ha, wow... Do you guys share a room or something?

    Rick wasn't sure if he knew what was going on. He was in a sort of daze.

    "What?!" he shouted back into the phone. He didn't wait for an answer. He hung up, tossed the phone onto the couch and ran out the door.
    Rick sat down in the living room and closed his eyes, once again enjoying the tranquility of being alone. The silence was shattered when the phone rang, and Rick, not knowing how urgent it was slowly walked over to the phone and picked it up lazily.

    "Hello?"
    Meh, well, you deserve it ^__^

    Rick finally got to the door of his house and, for some reason, felt a chill run down his spine. He dismissed it as mere, nervous paranoia and shoved the key into the door. He stepped inside, tossed his coat on a nearby nightstand, and locked it back up again.
    I just want you to be comfortable ^___^

    Rick walked back to his house, his hands shoved into his pockets and his mind racing. The journey seemed to be taking longer, probably because he was taking his time as he walked, wanting to reflect in the cool, night air.
    Uh... well then go back to bed XP It's the weekend, you're supposed to rest...

    "No problem... She's actually pretty cool." Rick hoped Lola didn't hear the last part and winked at Tiffany before closing the door and heading back to his house. He debated with himself whether or not to attempt the heist that night.
    Um... don't worry about it ^__^ I see you're eager to continue the RPG...

    "Feel better, alright?" Rick said, standing at the door and smiling at Tiffany.
    Why not..?

    "Oh, nothing's going on. Nothing at all. But I don't want you to think about homework when you're feeling like this. You need to get some rest and fight your cold."
    What ;____; You don't trust me?

    Rick wasn't sure what she was getting at, but remembered their heist. He knew now that it was more important than ever, especially if Jake was after the tiara.

    "Yeah, you're probably right," he said, standing up.
    You can always take my word for it...

    "I'm... I'm not... Curious, really..." This bothered Rick, but he wouldn't dare let it show.
    No, no, I wasn't ^___^

    Rick didn't want to seem like he didn't care about her cold, but he was still on edge.

    "Was he looking at anything specific?"
    Well then I win *shrugs* I always do. I wasn't joking when I said that... Ya'know, I'd make one damn good lawyer...

    Rick was actually starting to doze off. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt exhausted, and if he hadn't fought to stay awake, he would've fallen asleep right then and there.
    *whimpers* You'd get mad...

    Rick yawned as he sat in Tiffany's living room, doing nothing but sitting and thinking. He was glad he was alone for the itme being, even if it was brief.
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