"Ha! I knew you were lying!"
Sam looked up at the angry woman's shout, and then quickly moved to dodge the bottle of medicine that was hurtling at him. With a grunt, he got tangled in his bed sheets as he moved, and ended up falling out of bed with at thud.
"Sick, huh?"
The brunette male looked up from the floor at the woman leering down at him, and quickly shot her a little smile, laughing nervously.
"Hah. Hah. I--Got better?" He offered, trying to disentangle himself from the bed sheets.
The woman rolled her eyes and leaned down, grabbing the sheets and giving a great yank, followed shortly after by a yelp from the male and another thu
It had been a quiet, calm day in the Gale household.
Had been.
"DADDYYYYYY!"
Dr. Gale Night had been peacefully reading in his house when he heard the cry from outside. Within seconds the book was tossed aside and man was bolting for the door, doctor's coat fluttering behind him in his urgency to seek the source of the cries.
The door was thrown open, just in time for the darkly tanned man to intercept a yellow wailing blur that had been making for the house.
Night scooped the pigtailed girl up, holding her close and frowning down in worry.
"Sunny, what's wrong?"
Green eyes filled with tears met his, and a whimper emerged from her lip
Michelle could, technically, afford better than the rainbow of discarded clothing that whirled around her.
She could go into department stores and ask the cold, dead inside retail agents to measure every inch of her and shove her into starched new clothing that was tailored specifically for her and painstakingly chosen to suit her body best and show her off like a piece of livestock at a fair.
But department stores never had these kinds of clothing, clothing that had stories, had personalities. She took a sherbet orange camisole off of the shelf, and held it against her body, looking down. The shirt was probably made with a middle school st
Nikola was not a romantic boyfriend, and Dahlia had long since learned that it would be unwise to expect him to act like one. He was not the normal type of boy you dated, but then, Dahlia was not your typical girlfriend. Few girlfriends had already ranked up several corpses behind then, rarely did you see teenagers who had on their arm women with the sin of murder on their soul.
And besides that, he was the child of Ema and her real catch of a husband, that creep. And while she was friends with Ema, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of mothering skills she had employed to create such a son.
They had gone out to ice cream. Dahlia's idea