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The Girl Who Broke into Her Crush's House: (The Cupcake Thief Triology - Part II)
It was 12:15 p.m. The night was moonless... so black that Flowerdette needed a head flashlight, a torch AND her Iphone's flashlight. She had vision issues after all ... and forgot to bring her glasses for this night's theft episode.
Standing outside Jonathan's front door on the small marble porch, next to two white rosebushes, she tried to hold her breath. She couldn't.
It was now so loud it overshadowed both the cricks' chirping, the frogs and quacker ducks quacking and the nightingale that sung. All of these sounds were faint in the background ...
but how many animals did this guy have in their garden? The fishes could also be heard splashing.
She looked down at her black sneakers - laceless, in case she tripped over them and made noise. She wore long black tights to conceal her calves under the short white dress. It had to look like she was floating. Ghosts don't walk.
Flowerdette almost lifted her hand to ring the doorbell...but then she remembered she was here to break in, not to wait and then enter the front door like a normal, civilized person. This midnight cupcake stealing escapade was supposed to be an adventure, after all.
She crouched down and half crawled, half ran around the length of his house, looking for a window or even a bulldog door or massive hole in the wall to sneak in through to satisfy her pie hole.
"Goodness sake, I didn't even think this through, did I?" She spoke aloud, without realizing it, but not too loud.
What was the matter with her? Flowerdette clenched her teeth in frustration. And what was the chance that Jonathan or his mom would leave a large window open by accident...or out of pure nonchalancy?
She couldn't find one. But suddenly the cupcake thief noticed something that looked similar to a dog door at the back wall. Switching off her torch to avoid further alarming bright light spots on the walls, Flowerdette crept nearer, her shoes rustling the grass of the lawn softly. She stopped.
Some sound like an electronic device ringing rang through the center hall of the house. It became louder and louder...oh dear world, was it a theft alarm going off...? No...it sounded...
Standing outside Jonathan's front door on the small marble porch, next to two white rosebushes, she tried to hold her breath. She couldn't.
It was now so loud it overshadowed both the cricks' chirping, the frogs and quacker ducks quacking and the nightingale that sung. All of these sounds were faint in the background ...
but how many animals did this guy have in their garden? The fishes could also be heard splashing.
She looked down at her black sneakers - laceless, in case she tripped over them and made noise. She wore long black tights to conceal her calves under the short white dress. It had to look like she was floating. Ghosts don't walk.
Flowerdette almost lifted her hand to ring the doorbell...but then she remembered she was here to break in, not to wait and then enter the front door like a normal, civilized person. This midnight cupcake stealing escapade was supposed to be an adventure, after all.
She crouched down and half crawled, half ran around the length of his house, looking for a window or even a bulldog door or massive hole in the wall to sneak in through to satisfy her pie hole.
"Goodness sake, I didn't even think this through, did I?" She spoke aloud, without realizing it, but not too loud.
What was the matter with her? Flowerdette clenched her teeth in frustration. And what was the chance that Jonathan or his mom would leave a large window open by accident...or out of pure nonchalancy?
She couldn't find one. But suddenly the cupcake thief noticed something that looked similar to a dog door at the back wall. Switching off her torch to avoid further alarming bright light spots on the walls, Flowerdette crept nearer, her shoes rustling the grass of the lawn softly. She stopped.
Some sound like an electronic device ringing rang through the center hall of the house. It became louder and louder...oh dear world, was it a theft alarm going off...? No...it sounded...
