#holidcystart

“Hear me out, okay?” Sebastian started, holding up a piece of paper in his hand. “It isn’t just me, is it? This is English, but it’s just... impossible to read.” He glanced at the paper once again just for himself. “I had family in Mexico send it to me because I’m trying to bake my dad a birthday cake and this is his favorite... but how am I supposed to actually do anything when I can’t read the recipe?”

“there’s a good chance, i’ve had a bit to much to drink, but don’t you think fireworks are actual magic.” adeline shouted over the bangs as she looked up at the sky that was lit with color, she’d had  the best day, dressed in designer red, white and blue she’d been like a kid in a candy store at the celebrations, back and forth between the people she had met in town so far. “i mean i know it’s science, but i’m sure they use a little magic too.” in her mind they had to,everything was just to pretty for them to not. 

“It’s pathetic, right?” Addy sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I mean, you think you know someone really well and then they spring this shit on you. They lead you on for months and you think that they’re such a good friend and then one day, out of the blue, they have the audacity to say Back to the Future isn’t a good movie! I can’t believe it.”

as he watched the ball sore through the air it finally hit him that playing football in the busy street with the kid he’d somehow managed to make friends to wasn’t a good idea. finley was known back home for his right arm. and he should have known the kid was never going to be able to make the catch so all he could do was shout and hope for the best. “heads!” the male called but it was too late, and he watched as the football landed square on the others head. “i am so so so sorry.” he protested, running down the street to collect his offending item.

—TOM’S DINER WAS packed. Not surprising, given the hour.  It seemed half the town crammed in there for breakfast. Jack had never learned to cook — at least, not without open fire — so Tom’s had been a regular spot for him. And he had little choice but to climb into the last unoccupied booth. The deputy was half way through his second coffee of the day when he notice someone enter, doing the customary scan of tables and seeing none were free. Jack raised his hand without hesitation. “There’s a seat here, if you want it!” He called. “So long as you don’t cause trouble of course,” He added with a wily grin.

Letting out a breath, Mack glanced slightly sideways at the person sitting beside her. She could tell that they’d been looking at her and trying to be subtle about it, but they weren’t doing a great job. Pulling out one of her earphones, she raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem? Or are you just looking at me for no reason?”

—GABRIEL WAS DOING his usual Sunday evening routine, milling about the church as he sorted out his excess duties. He always stayed late on Sundays, if only to avoid going home a little longer. He certainly loved his family, and he’d never admit it, but sometimes he just needed time away. Gabriel hadn’t been expecting anyone to come in. Hardly anyone besides the regular church crowd even approached the building, even less so as the day went on. So, when Gabriel heard the tell-tale creak of the wooden doors, he got up from his office and ventured into the nave. “hello?” He called, poking an inquisitive head into the room. There, he lay eyes on a person. Not just the wind, again. “Oh, hi there! Do you need anything?”