POV: Kasie
Word Count: 1664

"Wake up dear," My mom whispers in my ear. Groaning, I flutter my mom open sleepily. "I know you would be mad at me if I didn't wake you up in time to meet this girl. Its around two thirty now."

"How the hell did I sleep that long? Thats like half a day..."

"I don't know, I thought you were going to get up but after another hour of snoring I came in here."

Rolling my eyes at her mention of my bad snoring habit, I groggily get up in the general direction of the bathroom. She realizes what I said a second ago added with my eye roll and scowls at me for using half bad language and giving sass, but i cut her off from scolding me. "I'm gonna take a shower, kay?"

"Alright."

Getting out of the shower, I pass myself in the tall mirror we own. It goes almost from the ceiling to the floor, which isn't the greatest achievement ever considering the roof is actually kind of slumpy, but still, none the less, it shows me from top to bottom. Biting my lip, I walk out in my towel. I have always been kind of embarrased of my body. The cold air of the rest of the house suddenly hits me fiercly opposed to the steam in the bathroom, and I supress a shiver as it travels up my just shaven legs. I walk to my room, unconvienently located at the other end of the house, and find a nice floral dress for the strange occasion.

♡~♡~♡

Walking up to the taffy shop I don't see anyone but five year olds runnong about, their parents having conversations while they play. I feel really out of place and I start to have regrets about this idea. Then the door swings open and I see a girl with long dark brown hair and hazel eyes, wearing a maroon skirt and a white blouse.

She smiles at the cashier and then turns to look at me, her eyes shrouding with doubt. Pulling me into the bathroom like we are old friends, she shuts the door and proceeds to back me up against the wall, her hands propped up on either side of my head. At first I think it's uncomfortable, but I can't help but be attracted to this girl. With a slight shiver, I try to speak but I can't get words out. The girl seems to understand.

"Are you... Kasie Trenton?" My eyes widen and my breath seems even more hot with her body almost pressed against me, her cheek to mine as she whispers the question.

"How do you know me?" My voice fades out before I even finish a simple statement as she smiles at me. Running a finger alongside a lone piece of hair that traces my jawline, she brings her face so close to mine that I am now tingling all over.

"Because I am going to save you."

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I am unsuprisingly cautious and a little frusturated at this girls vauge explanations of what exactly is happenning, and I wish this tingling would leave so I can be angry with her. Now out of the ladies room, I tell her to slow down as she starts to walk out of the shop and I stand in line to buy some saltwater taffy to chew on because of all the confusing and overwhelming things happening, and the fact that she is making me anxious. My mind is a figurative run on sentence.

Once I'm done purchasing, she drags me into the alleyway next to the taffy shop, assuring that nobody will hurt me and I am safe.

"I'm sorry if this is scary for you." She scratches the back of her neck. "But trust me, it is important, my mission anyways is. And you."

"Okay, start out with that. What is your mission?" I pop a root beer flavored taffy in my mouth.

"Well, don't run away, but to kill you."
My mouth drops open in horror and the saltwater goodness is now on the pavement with a graveyard of gum. I'm going to die, here and now. I can just see the shock on her face as she realises she told me her plan. "I'm not going to! Please believe me, they will though!" She continues. Yes. Please stall this mission of yours. I can't die yet. I'm a virgin. Wait what. Fuuuuck. Me. Not literally. But didn't I just say I couldn't be a virgin? Get your mind out of the gutter, keep it together, breathe.

"Okay...." I mutter under my hyperventilation. Whether or not she is lying or not, I have to stick with this. I have nowhere else to run. Being the quite awkward person I am, I attempt to strike up conversation with the possible serial killer.

"W-whats your favorite cereal?" I ask. She cocks her head and then smiles, clearly glad I changed the subject.

"Captain Crunch. You?"

"L-Lucky Charms."

We actually continue to carry out a normal conversation, which I of course take notes on in my head.

Name: Desra Mae Moore
Favorite Color: Purple
Favorite Food: Donuts
Favorite Drink: Mountain Dew
Favorite Animal: Panther
And so on...

She winks at me and I understand her innuendo about liking cats with that last one, which makes me heat up in all the right places, since I apparently just can't control myself around her... I have never been this way... am I  lesbian for being attracted to her? I never thought I was, but the things I thought when I looked at her are no doubt to the conclusion. I had better not let it show though. I will probably only know her for a few more days.

"Kasie?" She looks at me.

"Yeah?"

"I know that you are trying to forget what I said about that mission, but please let me explain. I swear on my own life I am not here to carry it out. In fact, I am doing the opposite. If I wanted to kill you, I would have just sniped you and not gone through with this meeting."

"Wow, so comforting." I retort satirically.

"Well I went through with the meeting, did I not?"

For some reason, I actually grin.

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"So you were sent here to kill me..." I repeat the words she said over again.

"Yes. I am a spy, but I never have done anything like this. He threatened to kill me, and after the many hours he had me watch your personal life to know how to take you out, I knew more than ever I couldn't carry through with the murder."

"Why? I only have like five people close to me. Also why am I asking that because I should be glad I'm alive."

"Do you always think out loud?"

"WHAT?!" My eyes open wide. "I- uh... No? Fuck!"

She laughs.

See that's the reason. I just became attached. To how good of a person you are, and to how you live life. So much bad stuff has happened to you, yet you embrace it and let it shape who you are. It makes me very sorry that I had to intrude on you like that, but now, because of that, I have gotten to meet you, and talk to you... and you are so much more than I ever expected."

"I-" stuttering, and not knowing what to say, I blush and look up at her slender yet toned frame.

"And I never expected to meet someone like you after that call. How lucky can someone be? To be granted the oppurtunity to hit it off with a murder who not only is okay with who you are, but someone who appreciates that and is willing to be a serial friend even through nothing so far. Thats special." I wink, full of sarcasm, and she scoffs but it turns into a grin.

"I think I know what can make this night more special... and hopefully, for you, more lucky."

"Aaand capital W What would that be, Desra?" I close my eyes and give myself a double chin, trying to look like a prestigious *cough* (orange) asshole *cough* (president).

And then she leans over and kisses me, interrupting my stupid brainwaves. At first one of those rough, embarrasing, nose bumping quick kisses. I then realise, as her lips are still on mine, that she is waiting to get slapped or for a reaction, just something. I return the pressure and suck a little on her bottom lip, letting her know this is okay. Together, our mouths embrace eachothers and for a second, the alley isn't there, the sounds are blocked out. It is just us in the world, our tounges exploring eachother in a blend of passion and lust like nothing I have ever felt before.

Then, like a maiden in the night, innocent and mysterious with wander, she whispers in my ear to meet her at 11:30pm tommorow night outside of my window and rushes off into the darkness. Normally any sane person would find this creepy, but I couldn't explain to myself why I felt so alive and safe and wild and... everything with her.

I leave the alleyway. My mom is going to be so worried, it is already seven at night.

When I get home, she runs up and gives me a hug.

"I almost called the police! Thank God you're alright. Was someone there?"

"No..." I quickly reply. "My phone died when I was walking around shopping and I didn't realize it. I'm really sorry mom."

And I really am sorry that I have to keep this from her.

I lay in my bed and think about all that happened tonight and about how I told my mom nobody showed up. I know I can trust her but... for some reason I trust Desra too.

This is my own adventure.