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Preston frowned as he heard the doorbell ring. He held his head down and put his hands on his face. He was sitting on his bed, alone, as he always had been. Emily was somewhere, probably grocery shopping. After the commotion they had caused, it seemed to make their situation a lot worst. Emily wasn't comfortable as she used to be, and questioned herself to Preston each time they did something together, which irritated him a lot more than it used to. Lazily, he got up from his bed as he heard the doorbell ring again. Just as the doorbell rang the third time, Preston shouted, "I'm coming! I'm coming!"

He irritably opened the door, and all air and color drained from his body as he saw who was standing at the door. It was Rose. He face palmed as he remembered the phone talk they had earlier. Rose batted her eyelashes and gave him a small wave, "Hi Preston."

Preston gave her a small smile, blocking the entrance to the door, "Rose, hello! Well, I hate to break it to you but uh, I just found out that I will be very busy, so-"

Rose rolled her eyes and entered his home, walking past his blocking attempts and sitting on his sofa. She have him a weird look, "You know, maybe if you said, 'Sorry Rose but I hate you right now so I don't want to be with you at the moment', I may have left you alone. But sadly, that isn't the case, and that's what you get for being a liar."

Preston bit his lip as he approached Rose, but he didn't get close enough for her liking, "Liar huh, you know, that is actually very ironic."

She lets out a small laugh as she raises her eyebrow at Preston, "Really now? Me? A liar? Ouch, that hurts you know."

"Probably not as much hurt as you've done before." Preston said, glaring at Rose.

"I asked you a simple question Preston, or was there something you thought I meant. Anyway, I don't care, but you will care once I tell you." She said, crossing her legs and giving Preston and intent look.

"What would that be-"

"Quentin's dead."

Her words took Preston by surprise, especially on how nonchalantly she took it. Preston's eyebrows raised, "Wait, what?"

"You heard me," She said, rolling her eyes and getting up, approaching Preston slowly, "They found the fish dead, on the floor, do you need any other details or did you finally take a hint?"

"No no I know what you meant by dead, but, are you being serious or are you playing with me?" Preston asked, taking a few, small steps back.

"Does it look like I'm joking? Whatever, anyway, as I said, he's dead, they found him not so long ago. They're going to question his closest friends, including you from what I've heard." Rose explained, intertwining her fingers with Preston's.

Preston looked at Rose in disbelief, "But you know that I would never- Wait, did you do it?"

Rose rose an eyebrow at him, "Me? Preston I know I'm devious but you know I never use my hands."

Preston blushed and looked away, "Now that's an understatement. . ."

Rose rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, "Well, you get the point. I'd never murder someone from out of the blue."

"Considering the fact that our lives are shit right now, I don't think this murder was, 'from out of the blue'." Preston explained, eyeing Rose curiously.

"You really think I did it, don't you?" Rose asked, giving Preston a serious look. Preston frowned. Did he actually think she did it? He personally doubted it, but he couldn't help but just think that Rose did it. Was she capable of doing it alone? Probably not. Rose sighed and wrapped her arms around Preston's neck, "Look, you seem pretty worried about this, and, I guess I am too but, you don't have to be so worked up about it."

Preston tensed at her sudden movement, but he didn't pull away or protest. Rose's mouth formed a faint grin as she heard the sound of a car door slamming shut from out the open door. Before Preston could turn his attention to the sudden noise, Rose pressed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Obviously, Preston was surprised and confused at the sudden action, but it all changed,

After he heard faint sobbing at the door. . .

-Author's Note-

Holy shit.

I feel bad because

1. I haven't updated since 1982

2. ...That's pretty much it.

I hope you liek and vote pl0x ccc:::