𝐥𝗼𝐧𝐝𝗼𝐧 𝐛𝗼𝐲, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘦

one || wesley

with nothing but the sounds of crickets humming their tune around her, maisie trekked back up towards her white house. she had previously been in the woods behind her house picking blackberries in all sorts of cans — which she now clutched in her arms.

she made her way to the back gate of her house, and walked in onto its unsanded back porch. she wouldn't get any splinters in her feet, though — she was wearing boots. with a clank, maisie placed down the milk cans, pea tins, and jam-pots next to the glass door. her cousin would stop by and use some later for his... copperhead road matters.

kicking off her muddy and grass stained boots next to the door, maisie walked inside. her father was in the kitchen baking a blackberry cobbler with what blackberries the holt family had already picked. maisie's younger brother who was nine — lucas —- was sticking his hand over the counter every once and a while to take a blackberry and plop it into his mouth.

     maisie giggled and walked over to the fridge to grab some water. it was a hundred degrees in the shade with the sun beating down. the forecast was calling for some more of the same. maisie was glad for once to be indoors with the air conditioning.

lucas reached above the counter to try and grab yet another berry, but accidentally tip over the whole bowl. "lucas!" maisie exclaimed and rushed over to help pick them up. "well, are you going to help?"

     her little brother bent down and picked up about a dozen plump berries off the hard wood floors. luckily for them, the mason jar was only a little less than half-way full with blackberries, so they didn't have to pick up and waste too many.

     "sorry, dad," lucas apologized and placed the glass jar back onto the counter. mr. holt just laughed and said, "it's alright."

     "here," he said, handing maisie a tall glass of water. "take this out to wesley. he should be in the barn, but if he ain't there then look near the creek."

     maisie took the glass from her father's hands and heading out the back door once more. during summers, wesley dunn had worked for mr. holt. he was also one of maisie's best friends and like an older brother for lucas.

     she slipped back on her boots and jogged down the porch steps which were covered down in peanut dust.

     "wesley!" she exclaimed as she ran towards the barn, careful to not spill the tall glass of water. the second she had stepped outside, she was scorched with the late summer heat once more. luckily she didn't have to walk all the way down to creek, because wesley walked out of the barn the first time she called for him. "hey, here's some water."

"thanks," he said, taking the glass from maisie's hands and taking a large drink of it. "i've seen ripped blackberries everywhere. you made made me a blackberry cobbler yet?" wesley joked.

     "very funny," maisie said, beginning to walk back towards the house. "but when i do make one, i'll make sure you won't get any!"