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chapter 2.1: one-sided pt.1/2
10:00 A.M.

      Blue popsicles in hand, Lani and Caige skip along the walkways in the shopping district. finished texting her mom about the groceries list, Lani slips her phone in the back pocket of her purple denim shorts. 

      Caige glances at her friend, politely licking her frozen treat like it's a lollipop. "Thanks for tutoring me. this bracelet is my reason for living." staring at the thirty-thousand-dollar accessory that adorned her wrist.

      Rolling her eyes and giggling at her, Lani lets her friend continue this mini dramatization. "for without it! I shall surely perish. this bracelet, nay, this beating heart, should never leave me till the day I die." putting a hand atop her forehead, dramatically. 

      Lani can barely contain her laughter as she spots someone familiar. Caige doesn't notice her abrupt halt to laughing, for she is too proud of her improv to notice. she continues walking smiling ahead.

Almost as if she's been hypnotized, she continues to stare, frozen in place at what it was. the face she could pick out in any crowd. the details too hard to miss. 

photographic evidence of that face are in her room. neatly tucked in a box under the bed. Along with Stolen trinkets and items.

Her eyes, which rarely did, sparkled.

Arika, ready to turn the corner stops, noticing she hears one pair of footsteps. her own. spinning around confused she finds Lani still standing there. where she finished her joke. "Lani!" she calls out. snapping out of it almost instantaneously, she looks to her friend and jogs frantically to catch up with her.

"You, okay?"

"Hm? oh um. Yeah, just a little tired is all" Lani speaks up breathily.

Caige takes a moment to follow her direction of sight. She grins widely after quickly connecting the dots.

"I'm more perceptive than you give me credit for."

Lani's face starts to heat with embarrassment, coming to the obvious realization that she wasn't exactly being subtle."Fine! you caught me."

laughing triumphantly Caige speaks once again. "Go, we can always hang out another time."

"Really!? you don't mind?" eyes beaming with delight, and anticipation.

"Hurry! he and his friends are leaving! go! go! go! go!" Caige shouts as she stealthily trails behind Sajan and his annoying friends.

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DISCLAIMER: the following actions are not okay. I do not condone stalking, or any sort of action related to that. this is purely a work of fiction.

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Nalani pov:

      This will prove to be difficult with the odds against me. I don't work well under pressure.  Without my disguise and not to mention its broad daylight.  and on top of that this is a random outing, I don't know where he's headed, therefore I have no plan!  sighing frustratedly I trudge on hiding in various spots as not to get caught.

      There is a slight chance of me getting ca- no I won't think like that. Sajan and his supporting cast, stopped at a taco food truck. Locos Tacos. glossing over the menu, I note Sajan ordered the taco supreme. as much as I love him that includes tomatoes. cringing in slight disgust as he takes a huge, messy bite.  peaking every so often around the alleyway corner, I wait for them to finish up eating and talking. too bad I'm not close enough to hear. 

12:00 P.M.

Caige pov:

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      I stretch my arms above my head feeling a satisfying pop. sigh. I've been sitting here for hours. a human sized wooden cubby filled with cushions and pillows. is what currently holds me. i look around the library as my eyelids get heavier.

     The wall all the way in the back is decorated with two rows, six cubbies each. setting the manga, I just finished into one pile and picking a new one from the pile on the other side of me, I check to make sure it's the next one in the series. "Issue 5." mumbling to myself I open its crisp pages to continue my new favorite manga series.

                                                                                 TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: who the hell is Sajan? what's Caige reading? and locos tacos, I made it up.

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