Someday

I’m maintaining this was Charlie’s fault.

One day he’s going to crush you because he’ll be tired of getting in trouble for you.

Does anyone know how to get paint off of carpet?

Aunt B is going to kill you.

Alright. I’ll take your maybe.

But don’t you go leading me on.

Well would you like to be?

Would that make you my princess?

I dunno.

Yeah?

A total prince charming.

Yeah, sometimes they want to wrestle, but it’s easy to see coming.

I wish I had my own place. Somewhere I could invite you over.

Completely jump scare free.

That sounds like a fairytale. Too good to be true. You’d be a hero.

My mom’s obsessively cleaning things, my dad’s still working, so he stays out of her hair, but I swear, she’s constantly telling us to move so she can clean.

And I swear my brothers are always working out in the way.

At least you know where they are. Gabe just disappears and lurks, waiting to scare anyone. I’m going to have some serious PTSD after this.

I’ll give you plenty of room then. Ladies first.

Thanks. So how’s your family coping with it all? ‘Cause my dad’s lost his shit and my mom’s stopped washing her hair.

A tree?

Sure, what the hell. I’ll climb a tree with you.

I need to stretch my arms out some. I’ve barely left my room because Gabe is haunting the rest of the apartment waiting for me.

Keep walking it is.

We’ll find our spot. Somewhere no one will bother us.

Can you climb? No one will bother with us if we’re in a tree.

Should I tell her it’s impolite to stare?

No! Let’s just keep walking.

Lincoln: I'll lace up my running shoes

Josie: ok

Josie: sys

Lincoln: even if we sit six feet apart in a park?

Lincoln: Oh God

Lincoln: Pretty sure my mom would bury us out back if we did that

Lincoln: Hey, what if we sneaked out?

Josie: idk

Josie: my dad is pretty freaked out by this.