#c:erick

“you’re missing her, aren’t you?” she says, half-empty bottle in hand. naomi could think of no other reason why ricky would seem so lost in his thoughts. “that sweet little baby.” she takes another sip. “she’s literally the cutest little thing i’ve ever seen.” 

the best part about this little vacay was the booze, readily available and more often than not on someone else’s tab. lord knows she’ll need it to get through the wedding, and she wasn’t even the maid of honor! 

“it’s okay, you can say it. i won’t tell anyone.” naomi holds out the bottle and gives it a shake. “you want a sip or two to cheer you up?” 

“Erick! Help me carve pumpkins for the store! I need everything to be spooky season looking!”

“Do you think we can get in for free if I say that I’m the manager’s brother?”

Se giró al notar que el ojiazul no la seguía, observándolo desde el umbral de la mansión de su tío. “No te va a comer” Intentó convencerlo, recordando la película que había visto de una casa que se comía a la gente.

Erick was laying in bed, reading when Izzy spoke so it took him a moment to look up. To say the least he was slightly taken aback with her words. He tossed his book aside and sat up straighter. ” Are you sure?” Erick rubbed his jaw line. ” We don’t have to”