Dear Diary Chapter 19

(I have been informed, by multiple people, that my chapters aren't coming out as fast as they should. I try for a chapter every day but sometimes things get in the way.)

Dear Diary Chapter 19

When we left the subway that day, well almost night, I felt a sense of release. I knew where Vinny was. Vinny knew where Vinny was. And Ava knew where Vinny was. Nothing else mattered. No amount of police would bring down all of the mobs in Chicago. Eventually, however, they might just bring down each other.

If only the police were as effective as the gangsters.

Now we were on a plane, about over the big square of a state, Colorado. I didn't mind going home as much as I thought I would on the plane ride over here. I was almost ready to chain myself to Hayes Crossing, actually. It didn't matter that it was foggy, or that it had half the population of just one city block in Chicago.

What I didn't know was what to tell my parents, if they were home. What would Nick tell them? I mean my mom's version of scary is a person in a white sheet. The scariest movie she had ever bought was Finding Nemo.

My dad, well I didn't really know much about him as a person. He was quiet, typically reading, and only responded to direct questions or someone harming his precious environment. It was all maddening.

The truth was that Nick was really my only family. He practically lived at my house when my parents were away, and his weren't around much either. Why did we have to tell them about us again?

Speaking of Nick, he was asleep, head leaning on my shoulder. The stewardess had come by earlier and smiled when she saw us, she didn't even argue with us throwing peanuts at each other. Soon we would be back home, where scarier things lurked, acid in hand.
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When we pulled up in front of my house I let out a sigh of relief. No one was home, meaning no one was going to be home because they really had gone to the thing in Alaska. Humph.

Nick vehemently insisted on taking in my bag and his, we had left everything else at Jhon's house, not bothering to venture that far into the city again. I went up stairs and rushed to claim the shower first. When I came down I the stairs at last, dressed in night clothes, I nearly choked on the thick smell of smoke. Running into the kitchen I expected to find something horrible, but instead I burst out laughing.

Nick, covered in a sauce of some kind, turned to glower at me. "Is this funny?"

I couldn't answer, so I just continued to laugh. He walked slowly to me, sauce covered spoon in hand, "Care to try?" He asked, unsure.

"Not really, can't you just lick your face and find out?" I couldn't help it. While I was laughing he shoved the spoon into my mouth. I froze.

"It's not poisonous," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Actually Nick, it's really good. Sure it doesn’t smell... earthly, but it tastes like chocolate. What is it?" I asked, shocked.

He thought for a second, which was not in any way inspiring. "Umm... I don't really know."

"Well, what did you put in it?" I asked, like I was talking to a child.

He frowned harder. "Whatever smelled good in the fridge."

We ended up eating the whole frying pan full of stuff with chips and milk. To this day I think it's better we not know what was in that pan. Then we got in a fight and smeared some on each other and I had to take a shower again before finally settling down to watch some scary movies.

I think we both fell asleep on the couch around about the same time, 10:00. Hey we had jet lag. But somehow I ended up in bed, Nick, seeming to have barely made it into the bed himself, was sprawled out beside me, on top of the covers so I pulled them around him.

"Goodnight, Nick." I said, kissing him on the cheek. That night I dreamed of Gangsters and fire.