"Yeah." Drew, juggling an apple, finally came into view as he closed the
fridge. "Besides, it's not like I'm going into any demons' brains anytime
soon. There's not a lot else I can do with my power, you know."
"Just don't push Julia's buttons. 'Kay?"
"Got it." Drew left the kitchen, taking a glass of juice with him.
A frown of worry formed on her face as Pru turned to see Xan looking at her intently. "Think he'll do it?"
Xan shook his head, a smirk forming on his face. "Not a chance."
A few hours later, Drew and Julia were pushing a cart across the slick white floor of the grocery store, gathering food and other household needs. The steel wheels rattled along as the twosome browsed the aisles for the items listed by Pru on a piece of paper in Julia's hand.
"Aren't we overdoing the groceries a little bit?" asked Drew as he paced the food-laden corridors of Walter's.
Julia rolled her eyes and said, "We wouldn't *be* here if you weren't eating just about *everything*."
Replying with a shrug, Drew hopped to the rows of small boxes lined on the shelf, his baggy camouflage pants and white shirt flapping as he went. "Pop tarts."
Wearing a look of exasperation, Julia looked at her brother and then at the list. "Pop tarts. Not on the list."
Drew jumped, shooting the box into the cart like a basketball. "Who cares what Pru thinks anyway."
The youngest Madison groaned and proceeded down the aisle, leaving his brother with his Pop Tarts. "Hey!" Drew yelled, as he followed his sister, the clacking of her sandals fading away in the distance.
"What's bothering you J?" he asked when he caught up with his younger sister. Instantly his eyes began to glimmer, shining tinges of bright purple. Julia pushed her brother away, fully knowing that he was trying to invade her mind.
"Drew!"
"Just don't push Julia's buttons. 'Kay?"
"Got it." Drew left the kitchen, taking a glass of juice with him.
A frown of worry formed on her face as Pru turned to see Xan looking at her intently. "Think he'll do it?"
Xan shook his head, a smirk forming on his face. "Not a chance."
A few hours later, Drew and Julia were pushing a cart across the slick white floor of the grocery store, gathering food and other household needs. The steel wheels rattled along as the twosome browsed the aisles for the items listed by Pru on a piece of paper in Julia's hand.
"Aren't we overdoing the groceries a little bit?" asked Drew as he paced the food-laden corridors of Walter's.
Julia rolled her eyes and said, "We wouldn't *be* here if you weren't eating just about *everything*."
Replying with a shrug, Drew hopped to the rows of small boxes lined on the shelf, his baggy camouflage pants and white shirt flapping as he went. "Pop tarts."
Wearing a look of exasperation, Julia looked at her brother and then at the list. "Pop tarts. Not on the list."
Drew jumped, shooting the box into the cart like a basketball. "Who cares what Pru thinks anyway."
The youngest Madison groaned and proceeded down the aisle, leaving his brother with his Pop Tarts. "Hey!" Drew yelled, as he followed his sister, the clacking of her sandals fading away in the distance.
"What's bothering you J?" he asked when he caught up with his younger sister. Instantly his eyes began to glimmer, shining tinges of bright purple. Julia pushed her brother away, fully knowing that he was trying to invade her mind.
"Drew!"
