Regretting The Chances

Chapter 2 Phone Theft

It was midnight and it was time. Time to get my phone. Lizzie crawled up to my window like a serpent. I nodded my silent encouragement. She slipped in through the window. A few seconds later, she dropped to the ground, from my second story window. "Not there. I think she knew we'd try something like this. We'll have to sneak in. Through the window... Unless..."
"Unless what? Unless she..."
"Yes, unless she threw it away! Must be in... That bag, right?"
"Yes, probably..." I slunk over to the bag, pried it open, and took out the trash, piece by piece. Soon, we came across a box. I passed it to Lizzie to open while I continued searching the bag, gagging slightly as I touched a rotten banana peel.
"Ah-ha! Here it is! But... The charger isn't here..."
"Oh shit, I bet she took it. She'd do that, of course."
"I have an extra. You can have it."
"Thanks. What are we gonna do with the trash?"
"You're right. We can hardly leave it here like this..."
"Right... Hmm..."
"Wait! I have a pet raccoon, and raccoons get into trash all the time!"
"Yeah... But how will they know it was a raccoon?"
"My god, it's so simple! Randy will walk around, they'll see the tracks, and say, 'By golly, it was a raccoon!"
"That just happens to eat phones?" I said skeptically.
"Damn it, Ash, I can't solve everything!"
"Okay, okay. Let's go get Randy."
And so we did, him leaving tracks and scuffling, actually trying to take some trash with him. I laughed briefly, pointing to his nose as I did so. It was twitching in disgust at us, since we wouldn't let him eat trash. We heading back home, with no one opposing us. When we got home, Lizzie quickly called her parents, saying that she was okay and that she hadn't died. Her parents laughed and told her to call them in the morning next time. She nodded sheepishly, and hung up.
"Okay, they suspect nothing. Wanna go out back and spy on those cuties next door?"
"Hell yeah!" I cried excitedly. Lizzie had some hot guys next door, and she had a perfect vantage point in her tree house to see into his room, backyard, or living room. It was great. We hustled out the door, and climbed up to the treehouse.
"Ooh, there he is!" I pointed to the living room, where he was sitting, phone is his hand, texting someone. My phone buzzed and he put it down, looking casually out the window. I picked up my phone, and saw a text from an unknown number. It said: I know you're out there, Lizzie, and Ashley. Wanna come inside? My sister is home, and so is my mom. They'd be thrilled to see I had some girls for friends. See?
We looked inside and saw them both close by, talking to each other about God knows what. I showed Lizzie and she squealed. I texted back: Yes! Of course we would! And we ran over. I knocked, and we were allowed in. He opened the door and there he stood, the hottie in all his glory. "Hey, babes.      Glad you decided to come over." He grinned easily, his teeth showing as he did so. I smiled shyly. This was going to be the best night of my life!!!