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

9. Some Cheap Floozy

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

D.R.

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221 words~Some Cheap Floozy

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Diane and Isabel weren't exactly arguing, but by the time Max got downstairs, there was an uncomfortable silence hanging thickly in the air. "Maxwell, honey." Diane's voice was strained "When did Michael get here?" The real underlying question was why. Max shrugged, his mouth full of toast, "Well, is everything okay? Is he in some sort of trouble?"

Judging by how teary Isabel's eyes were, it would have been pointless to tell her that everything was fine as Is had confirmed otherwise, so Max just offered another shrug. It wasn't his place to tell her, not that he had any real answers anyways. Michael hadn't been exactly forthcoming. Isabel kept glancing to the ceiling periodically, as though wishing she could still see their friend, like something could happen to him while he was so close.

Michael made his appearance a bit later. Diane had to call his name to keep the spikey haired teen from escaping outside through the front door. "Sprinklers." He offered by way of explanation to Max who had cocked his head slightly to the left and lifted an eyebrow inquisitively. Isabel had to hide a smile behind her napkin. The single word explained her mother's impromptu trip outside a few minutes before as well as why Michael had not succeeded in sneaking out like some cheap floozy.