Part 4: There's a serial killer in my kitchen, should I be scared?

(Author's note: Eh, pretty soon I'm not going to need the author's note thing. :P I wonder if anyone actually reads this blog. Probably not. Which is sad. Because this blog is for you guys. *sniff* Leave me! Anyways. So yesterday Natalie locked herself in Tyler's apartment to hide from a someone whistling "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds". We don't know why. Well, you probably do. Which stinks. And Moxie got home from a disappointing date with Garbanzo to find Elmo in her kitchen. And now I have to write this post even though I don't want to cuz I'm really tired. AND I have to think of a stolen movie plot. BUT I CAN'T! Oh, I just thought of one. It's vague, but it works. Hurray.)

Stolen Movie Plot: "Cellular"

"What the heck are you talking about, Natalie?" Tyler asked incredulously. Then he remembered his earlier conversation with Natalie and Moxie. "Wait...you mean, Moxie wasn't kidding when she said you guys were looking for a dead body?" Natalie nodded. "This is so...insane."
"You still have yet to answer my question."
"What question?"
"The one involving FAINTING and MARTIN 'CHARLIE' ELESSAR!!!"
"And why did you just lock yourself in my apartment because you heard some guy whistling a Beatles song?" They glared at each other for a full 30 seconds. Then Tyler blinked. Natalie laughed.
"You blinked. That means I win." Tyler didn't laugh. He appeared to be thinking.
"Could it be you were scared because Beatles-man was looking for you and you didn't want him to find you?" Natalie rolled her eyes.
"Good job, a two-year-old could've figured out as much."
"I wasn't finished. I heard your answering machine message while I was sitting outside in the hall. I'm thinking Beatles-man is really Elmo, your ex-boyfriend, the guy who killed your cousin, and now he's coming for you." Natalie smiled.
"Wow, you're very good at this." She didn't appear to be bothered, which frustrated Tyler.
"Um, this is a soap opera, and I'm trying to act out a very dramatic scene here."
"It's about to get really dramatic, just wait."
"Okay, sorry." Tyler mumbled. Natalie got into character, then realized something.
"The first place Elmo would've gone to look for me is at my apartment." Tyler shrugged.
"Then don't go there." Natalie gazed at him desperately.
"But Moxie probably just got home from her date and probably wanted to tell me how it went!" She ran for the door and unlocked it. Tyler followed her.
"Wait, what are you doing?" Natalie opened the door.
"Saving Moxie!!!" (Wow, talk about drama. Waah I'm tired.)

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Natalie took out her key and tried to unlock the door with shaking hands. Tyler was looking around nervously.

"HURRY UP!" Natalie finally unlocked the door.

"Yes!" She opened the door and went inside, finding...nothing. "Oh no..." Tyler examined the room.

"No blood, no dead bodies, no serial killer...were you lying or did we just get Punk'd?" Natalie ran into every room, hoping to find Moxie, or at least a sign she was still alive.

"Moxie! Where the heck are you?" Alas, the apartment was empty. Moxie was gone. She fell to her knees dramatically. Tyler clapped for her.

"Nice job, that was REALLY dramatic." His cellphone rang. "Hold on a minute." He took it out. "Hello?" It was a girl.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Tyler frowned.

"Who is this?" Dial tone... The girl had hung up. Natalie jumped up and looked at his phone.

"867-5309...that's Moxie's number!" She wrenched the cellphone from Tyler's hands and dialed the number again. No one picked up. She gave the phone back to Tyler. "We have to find her."

"Don't get me wrong, I totally would, but how?" They sat there thinking about that, but no ideas came to mind.

(Sorry that was shorter and dumb, but I'm really tired and I want to go to bed...or watch Ellen. Or both. Yay. Tomorrow: Tyler and Natalie search for Moxie and Moxie uses her new gift of luck, bla bla bla. Maybe I'll add Ashes to the mix. *yawns* Tomorrow I'm going to write it at a later time, tho.)