❁daisy weston❁

Luka had heard enough of the news of shootings in his day, but he never thought it’d happen while he was in the States. Walking down the hallway, he was void. Nothing he could say or do would show the shock he was in. His teeth gritted together as he made his way down the hallway, hands in pocket. The boy didn’t even speak as he approached Daisy, he just sat in the chair beside her.

“Get the hell off of me!” Phoebe screamed at a doctor trying to pull her out of the way. “Daisy!” She ran towards her friend, forcing her into a hug. “It’s all over the Internet, what the hell happened to Maggie?” She asked, wiping her eyes and sniffing as she pulled away from the girl. “And are you okay?”. Phoebe’s mind was empty, and she was just saying all of the words instead of thinking them. “Is she gonna die? She can’t die- it’s- it’s Maggie here”.

Jett sped through the hospital as he searched for the waiting room. His palms were sweaty and his mouth was dry. He got the message when he checked his phone after basketball practice, and it nearly broke his heart. He was terrified - the two people who meant the most to him in the world were hurt and in the hospital. He turned another corner to find his sister sitting in a chair looking exhausted. “Daisy,” he said to her, his voice hoarse from fright. He ran over to her and pulled her into the tightest hug he’d ever given. He kissed her on the head, then stepped back to look at her, cupping her face in his hands. “Daisy, baby, are you okay?” He asked, looking her up and down. “You’re cold as shit,” he mentioned, whipping off his sweatshirt and pulling it on her. “Where’s Maggie? How is she?” He pestered, pulling her back into a hug and looking around.

“Okay, don’t say that, please. I don’t want to get my hopes up if there isn’t.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll try not to get in the middle of your weird banana pepper fantasies.”

“I, honestly, don’t know. Maybe it’s me? Maybe I’m going crazy?”

“You probably are. Or maybe is a sign. You’re a psychic and are predicting grilled banana peppers at the barbecue tonight.”

“Alright, I’ll tell him to keep it quiet. I’m still offended that you didn’t tell me.”

“We couldn’t let anyone know, Maggie. As much as I’d want to shout it from the rooftops, his dad will get pissed. And I don’t wanna get hurt either. This is probably the one thing that I’ve taken seriously.”

“I have my ways” She smirked, re-filling his water and food bowls from a little store she’d been keeping next to his kennel. “And at least now he won’t eat our clothes, right?”

“Yeah. Thank god. I don’t need him slobbering all over my closet. Or my bed,” she imagined the dog all around their shared room. “Or worse: dog hair everywhere.”