National Kick Short People Day

this is not charmelia. or lice. unless it is?

Amelia pushed herself up in bed and stretched. "Another beautiful day!" she sung as her ears registered the drum of raindrops against her home.

"Mph," said Charlotte, who she had been talking to.

"I'll make you some coffee," Amelia informed her as she hopped onto the floor. She shut the door as softly as possible- she knew that Charlotte was not a morning person.

Fifteen minutes later, Charlotte got up as well. There was complete silence in the other room, sans the rain. While logically, Amelia had to be fine- Airy was dead, after all- the feeling of someone not being there when they should felt familiar. Charlotte tapped her arms with the tips of her fingers as she headed into the kitchen.

The automatic coffeepot was slowly filling up, but there was nobody by it. A dull sense of worry gnawed at her. She strained to listen to any creak of the floorboards that might give away Amelia's location, but heard nothing but rain.

Rain. Oh.

Charlotte smiled to herself. She opened the already unlocked front door and stepped outside. Amelia's face was turned up towards the sky, eyes closed, a peaceful smile on her lips. Her glass was filled with water, slanted because of her body's angle, overflowing off her back.

A smile on her face, Charlotte leaned on the doorframe. "Enjoying the thunderstorm?"

"It's not thundering," Amelia said without turning.

"Psh." Charlotte said. "Don't think you're safe. I know a couple of guys who got hit by lightning once."

Amelia snickered. "Oh, I bet those guys are morons. And roommates. Oh, and tall."

Charlotte laughed along. "I bet th-" She paused, suddenly looking contemplative. "Tall, huh? What day is it again?"

"August 29th," Amelia said automatically. "Why?"

"Oh, no reason."

> moldster: liam this is urgent. liam you need to respond.

> liamplecak1: serious urgent or joke urgent

> moldster: do you still have the radio code for our place

> liamplecak1: charlotte, i cannot stress this enough

> liamplecak1: what.

> liamplecak1: the hell.

> moldster: not like that

> moldster: I just

> moldster: want you and/or bryce to die and come over here

> liamplecak1: explain.

> moldster: its national kick short people day. what more do I need to say

> liamplecak1: we are not DYING to come kick amelia

> moldster: well I'm dying to see you kick her

> liamplecak1: i'm liam and i'm stinky smelly lol lo;

> moldster: you sure are

> liamplecak1: TGAT WAS TEXTY

> liamplecak1: whaat no it wasnt

> moldster: I believe you texty

> liamplecak1: :3c

> liamplecak1: but anyway no i am not dying to see you two

> liamplecak1: this is liam for the record

> moldster: I'll pay you 20 bucks

> liamplecak1: no. i can't believe you

Liam gestured at the screen. "Can you believe her?"

"Yes, Liam, I can," Bryce said, heaving a sigh. "She's told me about this holiday. Back last year, before you..." He stopped and shook his head. "She begged me to come over during it and kick Amelia. I said no, because at the time I couldn't afford a trip to Georgia."

"But now you can, but now you still don't want to."

"No, I sure don't want to die. Not for twenty dollars, at least!" Bryce laughed, then stopped.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

> liamplecak1: make it 40.

Amelia, having finished the coffee she put far too much sugar in, was now scrolling her phone. She was leaned back on her couch, watching over Charlotte to make sure that she did the dishes because it IS your turn and you're not getting out of them this time!

Hearing a knock at the door, Amelia shut off her phone and called, "Coming!"

Unlocking the door for the second time today, she was unable to get a word out before she was kicked across the room.

"Woah," said Charlotte, watching Amelia shatter.

"JESUS CHRIST," said Liam. "Now I have to go revive her. Right now. Texty, the kill command?"

Bryce palmed the 40 dollars Charlotte handed him as Liam opened the laptop. "See you, Charlie," said Bryce, moving back next to Liam.

"Thanks for the murder," she grinned.

About a minute later, Amelia spawned into Charlotte's living room and punched her in the gut.