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

8. Touching or Worrisome?

Hello my lovelies, here is the next chapter, R&R

D.R.

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169 words~Touching or Worrisome?

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Diane wasn't sure if the scene before her was touching or worrisome. Her fifteen year old daughter was in bed with another boy. Sure, the boy in question was Michael Guerin, and Max was on the other side of him, but still. Isabel was fitted tightly along the boy's spine, an arm curled nearly protectively over him; her face nestled into his bare shoulder. Max's hand was resting on Michael's arm, and he was curled towards his friend. Diane almost thought about taking a picture when Isabel's eyes fluttered open and locked with her mother's. Diane held the door open a bit wider and gestured at her watch. Isabel smiled in an almost wistful way as she carded a hand through Michael's hair and brushed her lips against the boy's temple before waking her brother on the way out. It took a great deal of self-restraint not to go whack Michael on the head a few times with Max's bat after that display of tender affection from her daughter.