Derek sighs and boredly stuffs a handful of gummi bears in his mouth, straight out of a Halloween candy bowl Aunt Olivia insists in buying every year even if they never get trick or treaters this far into the woods.
He tilts his head and tunes back into the boys’ conversation, which has been the prime time entertainment of the Hales for the past ten minutes or so.
“It’s dark,” one of the boys whines.
“Don’t be a baby, Scott,” the second chastises.
“But, I don’t wanna,” Scott whines, like a baby.
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19 Sep 2018