"Screw this." I barked, grabbing the handle bars of the bike. "I'll take it back there myself." Moving to the entrance of my house, I opened the door with one hand. And my face must have turned a dull shade of white, as did my two friends. Aubrey was standing right in front of us, tattered suit and all.
Come on!
Yeah. You better write the second part soon. This is like the end of Friend´s fourth season. I am that hooked.
Please? With sugar?