A Need For Sleeping Bags

by Ditto Redeaux

So I'm doing something a bit different than what I have been, I'm going to be doing these writing dump type of things, and the initial plans were to do something like drabble arcs, but that didn't happen, so this will be a story comprised of all different bits of pieces of varying length and styles and styles. This is starting off pre-series. Teen for now. R&R

5. I'm Back, Deal With Me

Read and Review my lovelies, read and review.

D.R.

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241 words~ I'm Back, Deal With Me

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At around midnight Max was woken by the soft noise of bare feet against carpet. When he rolled over, however, it wasn't Michael who was standing there, eyes wide, arms wrapped around a pillow. Isabel's eyes were shining in the light from his alarm clock. It wasn't entirely unusual, though it had become a less frequent occurrence in the last five years. Before, back when they were nine, she had come in crying nearly nightly after mom and dad had fallen asleep until the day that Michael Guerin showed up in class.

That had been an interesting day to say the least. It had been halfway through the fourth grade. The first time Max met his eyes Michael had stared back with a smug half smirk as if to say, "I'm back, deal with me." He had had his arms crossed over his chest and was leaning against a tree. Isabel had practically tackled him on sight, not that Michael seemed to mind that much. Even then he was already smart mouthed with spiky hair and a bad attitude that got him in trouble with almost all adults.

Isabel climbed into bed next to Max, they didn't have to say anything, it didn't take telepathy to know that words weren't needed, that the only thing she wanted was to not be alone with her thoughts. A soft scratching outside of the window though, a few hours later, disturbed their mingled breaths.