𝗟𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗟𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗟𝗶𝗲𝘀

𖣔𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟰𖣔

𖣔𝟮𝟭 𝗤𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𖣔

Me and Ziggy sat in the stall, waiting for Shiela to fall for our trick. I could feel her breath slightly on my neck as we stood as still as humanly possible. My heart was racing, I excused it at the excitement of getting Shiela back and not the fact that Ziggy was pressed against me. The door creaked open and I felt a smile make its way it to my face. She was finally gonna get what she deserved. "Will! This is too cute." Shiela said, her voice higher pitched. "We could've done it in your bunk but I guess this is kinda hot." I scrunched my nose in disgust and tried not to gag at what she had said.

The stall beside me and Ziggy opened and we waited a moment for Sheila to open the note. Then all hell broke loose. We dumped the bunker and ran out of the outhouse. I slammed the door closed and forced it shut with a screwdriver. "Go! Go!" I laughed, pushing Ziggy to run. We both laughed loudly as we ran away from our 'crime'. I heard Shiela scream, even from the distance we had ran.

"Hear that?" Ziggy smiled at me.
"The sweet sounds of victory." I grinned.
"She sounded like a frog." Ziggy giggled mimicking the sound of Shiela's distress. I smiled at the redhead. I don't think I had ever seen her actually smile. "What's that goofy smile for?" She asked me. "Dunno, just haven't seen you have fun before, freckles." I shrugged. "You gotta stop calling me that." Ziggy shook her head, still a small smile on her face.

"Why? It's cute. It fits you." I gently nudged her shoulder. Ziggy gave me a weird look, her ears slightly red and her cheeks now dusted slightly pink. "Oh! No! Um- not what I meant! I didn't mean you're cute! I meant the nickname freckles is cute and fits you because you have freckles! I didn't mean you're like ugly either! You're very pretty!" I explained quickly, realising what I had said and what it must of sounded like. A smirk now played on Ziggy's lips.

"Didn't think Goode's could get so flustered." She spoke. "Well I'm not full Goode." I pointed out. "True, which isn't entirely bad. It makes you different and I haven't seen that in a lot of Sunnyvalers." Ziggy told me, scanning the tables of animals. "Thanks, I know plenty of people who would disagree with you though." I smiled at the compliment, sitting down on an empty spot on the table.

"How about we play a game?" Ziggy turned to look at me as I asked the question. "What kinda game?" She walked over to stand in front of me. "21 questions? I mean we've been cabin-mates for a week and we know nothing about each other." I shrugged. "Sure, I'll go first. Why are you so quiet? You're nothing like your brothers?" Ziggy asked me. "I just like to keep to myself, my 'mom' says I speak too much though so maybe I'm not so quiet." I told her. "Well your step mom seems like a bitch." Ziggy joked, making me laugh.

"Okay now my turn to ask you, why did you hate me so much?" I asked. "I didn't, I'm like that with everyone. I mean we're just here for the summer and then back to being bullied back at school by the same people. There's no point in making friends." Ziggy shrugged. "Hm, alright then." I said content with the answer. "Did you ever meet your real mom?" Ziggy questioned, her face a little more serious now.

"Getting to the deep questions I see. No I haven't, asked my dad about it and he wouldn't answer. Then I asked Nick and he made up some bullshit answer about her being murdered by some curse, I think he was doing it to scare me." I said truthfully, thinking back to the memories. "What an asshole." Ziggy muttered. "It's worse when you have to live with him." I joked. Ziggy laughed once again. She had to do that more often, her laugh was amazing, it was so sweet compared to her standoffish personality.

"What about your family huh? Get along with your sister? What's her name? Err, Cindy?" I asked. Ziggy started walking around, stopping by the glass cage which contained a snake. "God I hate snakes." She muttered.
"I didn't ask that, I mean you don't need to answer but at least acknowledge the question." I said. Ziggy sighed and stood up fully. "I've hated Cindy since I was a baby, next question." She said quickly. "She's that bad, huh?" I raised a brow, noticing Ziggy had become tense again.

"Just stop asking alright- god! You're so weird!" Ziggy exclaimed. I frowned. "How so?"
"I mean you're supposed to be a Goode, despite having a different mom. I mean you live the perfect life in Sunnyvale and live in your amazing big house! But for some reason you're quiet and sarcastic and you like the weird girl from Shadyside!" Ziggy spoke, a slight hint of jealousy in her voice. "First, my life is far from perfect, second literally anyone I've ever met is sarcastic it's not rare, and third of all I can't like the weird girl from shadyside." I said.

"Hm? Why not!" Ziggy asked, her face falling slightly. "Well, we're both girls to start off, not everyone's the biggest fan of that. Second, I'm seen weird enough as is. Finally, I don't even know her well, she didn't even talk to me properly until today and she keeps dodging my questions." I said simply, with a shrug. I pulled up a stool and sat on it, leaning back against the table behind me and propping my shoulders up. Ziggy sat right next to me, on the table.

"There was a time where things were good between me and Cindy. When my dad was around and my Mom was happy. And my sister and me, we would," Ziggy paused for a second, a smile coming to her face and chuckling slightly as she seemed to reminisce in old memories. "We'd throw toilet paper at Mr. Corkle's tree and the go jump in the lake with all our clothes. And, and now it's all gone and everything's shit." Ziggy let emotion begin to slip into her voice as she continued. "But that's what happens when you live in Shadyside. Everything turns to shit eventually."

I felt my hand slightly brush Ziggy's as I looked up to meet her eyes. "I wouldn't expect a Sunnyvaler to understand. But um, maybe the Shadysider in you does?" She smiled, speaking softly. "I think it does," I replied quietly. "I mean we both have shit dads and emotionally distanced moms so um, maybe I can understand a little." I intertwined mine and Ziggy's fingers together. Her hands were soft, I could make out a few small cuts. It was sweet, I had never seen anyone this vulnerable before.

"Honestly I think all I wanna do is be able to be quiet, read book and not have to worry about people just knowing me as 'the kid from Thomas Goode's affair'." I shrugged. "You think you would want the weird girl from Shadyside as well?" Ziggy asked. I look into her blue eyes. They were pools of emotion. It was almost startling after getting so used to her being so guarded and cold. "Absolutely, the weird girl from Shadyside." I smiled.