".....and that's why I never bake anything on an empty stomach."

"Yes dear, but even then your fingers still manage to somehow make their way into the cookie batter."

"Your cookie batter. Not mine."

"Well in that case, I prefer to have my cookie batter untouched."

"I can't promise anything, mon cherie. Your almond biscuit cookies are to die for."

"Then just eat them when they're finished, not when I'm still making them."

"Did I say your cookies? I'm sorry, I meant to say your batter."

  I blinked tiredly before fully opening my eyes after waking up to the sound of Tom and Sabine's conversation. A quick glance outside my window immediately told me it was late afternoon, and I had slept throughout most of the day. 

Marinette was quietly snoring next to me, her head leaning against the window and cocooned in her fuzzy blanket. 

"Oh Adrien, you woke up!" exclaimed Sabine pleasantly when she checked the review mirror. "How was your nap?"

"It was okay," I told her as I rubbed my eyes with a yawn. The word "okay" wouldn't even begin to describe the somewhat peculiar dream I had, which was of me sitting on a cloud drawing pictures of cheese on a jacket. 

Tom chuckled. "If I had known you two would be asleep for so long, I would have stocked up on caffeine for the car ride."

Sabine smacked her husband's shoulder playfully. "Oh be quiet. Sleeping for a few hours isn't a crime." She then turned back to me. "Your story has been on my mind ever since we left the hotel. I'm dying to hear more, but I didn't want to disturb you while you were sleeping."

"Hope you're ready to hear more, 'cuz the next part is probably going to give you chills," I joked. 

Sabine laughed before replying, "Hopefully I don't end up getting a heart attack by the time you finish the story."

                                                                           ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    A few days later after a long day of school, Marinette invited Nino, Alya and I for ice cream sundaes at a local ice cream shop that was located somewhere in town.

Since we decided to ride our bikes there instead of walk, I headed back home to go get mine from the shed, where it was sitting along with a dozen boxes from New York that my Dad and I didn't bother to unpack, and an old rusty lawnmower that we guessed belonged to another family that previously lived in our house.

When I arrived home, I found Dad in a gray T-shirt and khakis sitting on the couch watching a golf tournament on TV. Usually when he watches golf he never pays attention and I always noticed that even when his eyes are focused on the screen, it was obvious that he clearly wasn't interested in what he was watching and his mind was somewhere else. 

His head turned from the television to the front door when I stepped inside. 

"Oh, you're home!" he exclaimed suddenly, as if he just remembered that he had a son who actually comes home from school. 

It kinda irritated me. 

Especially when Natalie's caller ID flashed on my father's vibrating phone the moment I step into the door.

He glanced at the phone screen and opened his mouth to say something, but with a wave I just told him to take the call and jogged up the staircase to the second floor and went to my room to put my backpack away. 

After changing into a fresh shirt and jeans, I went back downstairs. I slipped outside as Dad was talking with Natalie on the phone, my chest tightening when I saw him laugh to something she had said. 

   I sighed and bounded down the porch steps and walked to the shed that stood a few feet away from the house, the wind rustling through hair and giving me goosebumps while the grass softened the sound of my sneakers on the ground. After opening the shed door, I went in and pulled my bright orange bike from the darkness of the shed into the sunlight, the memory of my mom surprising me with the exact same bike for my 14th birthday flashing through my mind. 

With a shake of my head, I brought myself back to reality and climbed onto the Styrofoam seat as I gripped the handles. I then started to pedal down the rocky driveway and rode to Nino's house. 

20 minutes later, Nino, Alya, Marinette and I were at the ice cream shop in line waiting to place our orders. I was absentmindedly scrolling through my Twitter feed when Nino squeezed my arm with unease. 

"Dude," he whispered, his eyes somewhat panicked. "The psychopath is here."

"Where?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, looking around the shop to try and spot the mysterious person who paid a visit to Nino's house a few weeks ago. 

He pointed to a table a couple of yards away, where the 'psychopath' was sitting and texting on his phone. His light brown hair was brush neatly away from his face, a silver watch glistening on his wrist, and he wore a formal long-sleeved white shirt with black suit pants. 

He obviously wasn't giving the impression that he was dangerous or in the mood to be a psychopath. 

"He's not even doing anything," I said to Nino, "He's just on his phone."

"Who are you guys looking at?" inquired Alya curiously as she tried to see who our eyes were focused on. 

"The psychopath," answered Nino. 

"You mean the guys who came to your house that one time?"

"Yeah, he's sitting right there."

"I don't think you should call him a psychopath, Nino" Marinette spoke up. "We have no idea who he is, but that doesn't mean he should be called a psychopath."

Just then, a waiter came to his table and place a glass of water on the table in front of him. He thanked the waiter, and once she left, he pulled out a small plastic bag full of white powder and sniffed it.

"He does drugs?!" gasped Alya. 

"I knew there was something wrong about him," said Nino with a shudder. 

"Guys, I'm sure he wouldn't just openly use drugs in public," I told them.

"Let's hurry up and just get out of here, you guys are making me feel weird," mumbled Marinette nervously.

We finally made it to the register and ordered our sundaes, immediately going outside to sit on the benches outside the shop instead of staying inside. Even though I wasn't convinced that the guy we saw was a drug addict, I couldn't deny that he gave off an eerie vibe that sent shivers down my spine. 

(A/N): 

Lemme just start this author's note by saying: DON'T DO DRUGS.

It doesn't matter if a "friend" begs you to do it or if it "looks" cool. It's not okay either way and you could end up getting really messed up. Stay strong, stay positive and stay safe. 

*Ahem*

Anywayyyyssss, Howdy my beautiful readers!

I know this chap is a little late, but I was actually at the pool and a few other places and I didn't realize I would be coming home so late. 

But at least you still didn't have to wait that long for a new update!

Nevertheless, I apologize. :-)

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It's actually pretty late right now, so I just gonna go ahead and wrap this A/N up before I babble on about something else. 

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