Black Heart&Electric Love

lie to me | 5 seconds of summer

If steam could come out of Astrea’s ears, it would. Little kids giggle as they watch poor little Henry clinging unto her arm as they both headed their way to the cabin where Tyler had been preparing the food. God, she hoped Tyler was still in there. With her lips pursed, and brows furrowed, she pushes the door open, the little boy’s hands sliding to clasp one of hers. “Tyler,” she announces, finding him where she thought he would be. There was a possibility of everything being just an honest mistake, but Astrea had no time to deal with incompetence, especially not with the fuss that was already causing so much in camp. Stomping over, she begins to berate him with, “Do you see this? Do you see him?” Henry had a pout on his face, standing next to Astrea with wide eyes. The poor boy was covered in rashes. Her gaze tore through Tyler’s, holding herself back from the profanities she’d very much like to say aloud, “Henry, what did you find in your food, honey?” she asks the little boy, but doesn’t forget to shoot Tyler a look. “Peanuts…” The boy mutters with a deeper pout. “Peanuts,” Astrea repeats, her frustration evident. Little Henry began to say, “I’m allergic to peanu—” but Astrea unintentionally cuts him off by saying, “He’s allergic to peanuts!”

He let out a low groan before he had even seen her, sensing from the tone of her voice that she had a lot to say and it was most likely a lot of what he didn’t want to hear. His fingers kneading the dough before him. After a request for donuts, Ty was now attempting how to make them and to the right consistency. He didn’t shift or turn when she began taking, his hues rolling at her words. His brows falling into a sharp frown when he heard the word peanuts, adjusting to face the pair, he dropped the dough with a thud. “Peanuts?” he repeated; his features showing how ridiculously unimpressed he was. “Astrea, if you ever paid attention you’ll know that we don’t serve anything with peanuts in because four kids here are allergic, therefore, we don’t order them. So before you berate me with whatever bullshit you can think of. I didn’t supply the nuts,” he hissed, rolling his eyes at her. Spinning in his step, he moved to the first aid kit that the kitchen had been supplied with, pulling out a small tube, he crouched in front of the little boy. Offering it to him, “this might help with the rashes. I get the same reaction to raspberries,” he sighed, offering him a glimmer of a smile before it disappeared again and he went back to work.

The chatter of the police men and the couple could be vaguely heard from where he and Isabella were stationed. He had to admit, the timing of the arrival of the authorities was weird, but Adam didn’t and couldn’t see anything else that was odd — very much unlike how Astrea and her sister were especially suspicious. His eyes always seem to gravitate to Astrea, wanting to know where she was. But every time he spots her near Tyler, he creates a dent on the metal plate he’d have in hand. He had to keep his attention on the plates he’d been washing instead, making a mental note to himself not to glance too many times at where Astrea and Tyler stood talking. Or arguing — no one really knew for sure. “Honestly,” he speaks up, turning to glance as Isabella, “I don’t know what the fuss is all about,” the boy lifts a shoulder, shrugging. “It’s not like we did anything wrong, right? I doubt Lorenzo, Hunter, Helen, and Harlow did, either.” he picks up another dirty dish, scrubbing, “It’s not like it’s our fault that something happened to that lab last summer, pfft,” he blows a raspberry, crinkling his nose. 

She was tired; exhausted. There was nothing like a terrified seven year old, screaming at two am about seeing monsters under the beds. Isabella typically hated affection; touching people unnecessarily. But she climbed into bed with the tot and cuddled her till she fell asleep. But now yawns parted her lips and realistically, she was letting Adam do far more work than she had bothered too. She was perched on the edge of the counter, a damp dish cloth in her hands as she dried cutlery and dishes. Ensuring they were clean enough to serve food on again. Her mind swirled with bouts of fire when Adam piped up about the mysterious police officers that had taken to inspecting their camp, about an ordeal that had occurred quite so long ago. Her teeth gnawed at her lesser lip as she glanced back to Adam, offering him a shrug of her own. “Mhhm, covering their backs, new evidence?” she offered, it wasn’t something she thought about often. She merely snapped when they got to close to her or messed with her things and work. Her brows creasing slightly when he blew a raspberry, causing a roll of her almost raven hues. “Or did someone do something and they’re hiding it?” she smirked, wiggling her brows. She was merely trying to wind him up to gain a reaction.

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