IS THIS NORMAL?

‘   my  dad  can’t  know  i  let  you  anywhere  near  the  buick,  do  you  understand  that?   he  can’t  know.  he  doesn’t  even  let  me  pop  the  hood  on  it.   but . . .   there’s  something  wrong  with  it,    ’      something  they  don’t  have  the  money  to  pay  for.    ‘   and  i  can’t  figure  it  out,   let  alone  try  and  patch  it  up  myself.  you  know   i  wouldn’t  ask  if  i  didn’t  need  your  help.  ’

‘   so,  he  got  bitten  by  a...  spider?  and  now  he  can  𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋  𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜?   ’   she’s  been  trying  to  keep  up  with  all  of  the  boys,   but  that  proves  difficult  when  they’re  always  talking  over  one  another.  it  makes  her  grateful  whenever  she  has  the  time  to  spend  with  them  individually.  though  she’s  grown  fond  of  the  rowdy  group  altogether,   it  gives  her  the  opportunity  to  listen,   really  listen.    ‘   that  doesn’t  sound  like  much  a  superpower  to  me.  imagine  if  you  woke  up  one  day  and  you  were  a  spider.    ’ 

I miss Joe 8(

looks  up  from  where  he’s  just  finished  taking  an  order,  glances  around  the  restaurant  (  no  one  else  to  help  her  ).  takes  a  step  forward,  tucking  his  pen  behind  his  ear,  then  —  ❛      just  let  me  run  this  order  to  the  kitchen,  then  i  can  be  of  service.     ❜  she  can  wait  another  five  or  so  minutes  purely  due  to  that  ATTITUDE.

   alice making her,   at most times, random appearances at the window of joe’s bedroom, was always something welcomed in the lamb household—    at least to the boy in question, not so much his father though. so when he hears the { soft tap } of knuckles against against glass,             the boy damn near leaps up from the figurine he had just started to paint two days ago,  straightening his clothes in the process,  and kicking a pair of shorts under his bed.  

❛ oh— hey! ❜ he’s trying to hide his excitement, for his own sake, as well as hers while he opens the window.  for if jack lamb was in the house ( though he hadn’t made himself known to joe if he was ), there would definitely be an uncomfortable confrontation if he found alice dainard in joe’s bedroom at half past eleven.       ❛ yeah, it’s a lima— ❜     moving aside so that she could climb in,  and step down from his desk,  the circa 1970′s train model lay in several half-constructed pieces, scattered across the top of joe’s bed.

 ❛    hey,    ❜     breathed  out  with  a  smile  prominent,   she  watches  him  unlock  the  window  with  a  familiar  sense  of  glee  she  often  finds  herself  beginning  to  sport  around  him.   alice  perches  herself  against  the  window,  hoisting  herself  up  and  climbing  in  as  if  it  were  the  most  natural  thing  to  her.   second  nature,  almost.  differing  from  the  days  when  she’d  still  need  his  hand  to  help  guide  her.

❝    ━━━━     A  MAN  CAN  ONLY  HAVE   so  many  issues .   you  live  and  you  learn .    or  die ,   in  your  case .    zombies ,   was  it  ?        ❞      /    @leadzombie .