(Claire POV)
I heard Miranda scream. She was on the other side of the car. I felt my heart racing as a ran as quickly as I could to her. "Miranda?!" I slowly stalked to the other side of the car. "Miranda...?" I felt my voice shaking as I stared at her pale face. She was staring, her eyes unnaturally widened. She was completely frozen. "Miranda..? Are you ok?" I felt my heart start to sink, and I got a twisted feeling in my stomach. "Sh-she.." "What is it?!" "She was there!" "Who was there?!" "I-I don't know...she was, just staring at me..and..." "Miranda, it was probably just an illusion.." "I guess your right. "Let's get inside, I'll even make some hot cocoa! " I said, hoping that would take her mind off of whatever she saw. "Okay!" She said obviously feeling better.
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Miranda POV
What I saw was still on my mind. I mean, whatever it was, it had to be some sort of illusion.. I mean, half of me wants to think it was all just a bad dream, the other half totally believes I saw some sort of...ghost? I mean, who's gonna believe THA- "Miranda! Do you want the kind with the dark chocolate and marshmallows, or the one with......wait....what......no sugar, added sweeteners, or actual choc ....MOM! Why the fuck do we have hot cocoa with NO real chocolate or sugar?!" "It's supposed to be healthier for you honey!" "you wouldn't be saying that if YOU tried this shi-" "What was that?!" I gave a little chuckle. "Nothing!!" "That's what I thought." I laughed. "Um..I'll have the one that doesn't taste like it came from out of an oil spill please." I said cheekly. "Hehe, mkay. ONE HOT COCOA COMIN UP!!" She yelled loudly as she started pouring the hot chocolate into the steaming water. She stirred it, as the spoon noisly clanked from each side of the cup. "Here ya go! " she said as she extended her arm out to me, handing me the mug. "Thanks!" "No prob bob!" We both laughed a little. I looked down at my hot chocolate, and watched the cocoa swirl around at the force of my small breaths through my nose. You know, maybe we'll still have a good night... At least, I hope nothing else goes wrong with our sleepover..."Hey Miranda! Wanna Omegle and watch some Netflix??" "Sure!" Nah, everythings gonna be fine! I got nothing to worry about!
