Suspect 5

Chapter 2

(Back to our lovely character, Xeffe- :3)

The back of the van was certainly interesting.

Every bump, turn, and wobble can be felt at the trunk where Xeffe was, trussed up like a pig.

"So!" she chirps cheerfully. It's been roughly 25 minutes from when she woke up; the details of how she got into this van were unclear, but she did remember what happened before that.

At the sound of Xeffe's bright voice, two big dudes that were sitting in the seats in front of her immediately whirled around while the driver kept his eyes on the road.

Xeffe chuckled lightly. "Good call, driver," she called out. "You better keep your eyes on the road now; we don't want to be crashing into and trees or stuff now, do we?" The driver grunted a little bit while the other man-

Wait wait.

Let me get this straight.

Said man was not exactly a man... more like a.

Uh.

Teenage boy with a baby face? Yeah, best way to describe it.

But anyway, the said bOy in the passenger seat stifled a laugh, pretending it was a cough. He tried his hardest not laugh but couldn't help a small giggle.

"You, sir, are now my new favourite person. Yes, you, the one who tried not to laugh," Xeffe drawls. "At least somebody my humour. The other two, and yes you, our dear and lovely driver too, need to loosen up and stop making such a constipated face. It seriously doesn't look good on you. Trust me."

At this point, the boy couldn't help but openly laugh. The two that were staring at her like she was some sort of interesting animal in the zoo turned and watched the boy continue laughing with a scowl on your faces.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry- ahahahahaha- b-b-but i-it's true ahahaha," he managed to get out before continuing to laugh. The other two glared at the boy as he wheezed.

"So like... you do realize I still have my phone, right?" Xeffe blurts out, leaning against the wall of the van. "It was certainly interesting to listen to you guys bicker earlier-and yes, I was awake during that time, but who cares?-but I really think that you should maybe get rid of said phone before I dial the police."

Immediately, the dude sitting in shotgun crawled over and sat himself next to Xeffe. "Sooooooo... can I have that phone?" he stated while making a .__. face.

"Sure, back right pocket!" she chirps. The boy's face turns red when he realized that she had no intention of handing the phone over to him. Xeffe notices this and chuckles. "Here, I'll make this easier for you," she laughs as she reaches back and hands the phone over to him, then proceeds to pat the boy's fluffy light brown hair. His face turns red and immediately scrambles away while yelping. Xeffe laughs and shifts herself into a more comfortable positions. She dusts a bit of dirt from her sweatpants and wraps the grey hoodie she was wearing a bit tighter around herself.

"Okay!" Xeffe chirps as the boy was still becoming one with the van wall. "Mind telling me your names? I mean, it's a bit unfair that you guys know what my name is, right?" The other two men were staring at her, dumbfounded and wondering how the heck she even freed herself from the tight ropes that were wrapped around her. Seeing their confused gazes, Xeffe stretches her arms a little bit. "And incase you were wondering, you guys did a terrible job tying me up. I mean, even an amateur can free themselves from these ropes. Here I was, thinking you guys were professionals. Guess I was wrong. NoW cAn YoU pLeAsE tElL mE yOuR nAmEs So I cAn StOp CaLlInG yOu GuYs tHiNg 1 AnD tHiNg 2?"

Taken aback, thing 1 *ahem ahem* grumbles out a quiet, "Josh." Thing 2 mumbles out, "Cole," before shifting their hat over their face.

"Hey, hey! You guys have cool names. Now you, baby face!" Xeffe exclaims, swinging her gaze over to the boy who was still trying to melt themselves into the wall.

"T-T-T-Thomas-!" he manages to squeak out. "A-and what do you mean by baby face?!"

Xeffe paid no heed to Thomas's exclamations and instead makes her way over to where Thomas was. "I'm taking a nap; wake me up when we arrive!" she chirps, and promptly falls asleep on Thomas's shoulder.

The poor boy turned into a glowing tomato.

Meanwhile, the driver continues driving, smirking to himself. Don't worry, Xeffe. I'm sure your friends are fine. But let's just say... the one that you're closest too isn't who he seems to be...