It was a quiet fall day, the girls were walking to their favorite fishing spot. Dynamite and Hope carried the objects needed while Aaron followed behind spaced out enjoying nature. While Aaron walked she suddenly realized someone was calling her, it was Dynamite.
"Aaron!" Dynamite said while snapping her fingers in Aaron's face. "Wake up!"
"Huh? Oh, sorry Dynamite. Need any help?" Aaron responded.
"Not any more." Said Dynamite while rolling her eyes.
Hope was already starting to fish quietly and calmly. Aaron tried casting her fishing rod but ended up getting it caught in a tree behind them. A few minutes later there was screaming. Aaron and Dynamite looked at Hope, she was chanting "It's a fish!" loudly.
"So much for being quiet..." thought Dynamite.
Aaron ran over to Hope and together they reeled the fish in and put it in a bucket filled with water. Hope had a few cuts from the fish tail. That didn't matter to her, she was the first to catch a fish and it was big, well to her it was. Later that day they had 6 fish for dinner at Dynamite's home, but something wasn't right here. Aaron was the first one to notice it, she looked at Dynamite and saw that she looked angrier than usual. Not the default kind, the kind that frightens Aaron when Dynamite is mad at her for doing something stupid. Aaron cleared the table then changed into her pajamas and went to sleep in her room. Dynamite and Hope also went to bed.
THE NEXT DAY
That morning when Aaron woke up she saw Dynamite staring at her, something was clearly wrong. Dynamite was twitching, she slowly held up her hand holding something and...
Tease. I am lazy. Aaron, Dynamite and Hope belong to me.