52. Deep In Thought
"Crowley?"
Once again, Halt's best friend ignored him. He sighed, irritated. Crowley had been doing this all day. The thing that infuriated Halt the most was that Crowley wasn't even doing anything. He was supposed to be helping Halt at his father's stables, but he was just sitting on the pile of hay bales and staring out of the window.
After fifteen more minutes, Halt couldn't take it any longer. He pushed at the hay bale that his best friend was sitting on, making him topple off with a yelp.
"Ow!" The sandy haired seventeen year old glared at Halt. Halt smirked down at him.
"We're supposed to be working. What the heck were you doing anyway?"
"I was thinking Halt."
"About what? Excuses to get out of working?"
"...Maybe."
Halt laughed, pulling his best friend up. "I don't blame you for being so deep in thought. Your father's bull crap detector it pretty effective."
Suddenly, a voice bellowed from another room, making both teens flinch. "Get back to work, you two!"
Halt smiled evilly at Crowley. "I was sir, but Crowley is slacking off!"
"Send him in here!"
On his way to his father's office, Crowley glared daggers at Halt. His father wasn't really a bad guy, he just like to get work done and believed that everybody had to do their share. If you didn't, however...you got more that your share. And not just of work...
When all else fails, write about Halt and Crowley. They make everything good :3
