❝You being an actual witch would be really helpful right now!❞
❝I just can't win with you people!❞
The concept of witches has been around for centuries. Challan Logan did not believe in witches one bit. She wasn't entirely sure where the myth had be...
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN. JUST DREAMING
☆ミ ☆彡
Warning: A little bit of internalized homophobia (nothing crazy though)
NIGHT HAD FALLEN NOT LONG AFTER. The five were inside the bus, waiting for Dart to take the bait they had laid out and come to the junkyard. Challan wasn't sure if this plan would work. She had a feeling that it wouldn't work at all. It was a bad plan, in her opinion. It was a dangerous plan.
Her parents were probably wondering where she was. Well, her dad was still at work but her mom should be off now. She had told her parents in the note that she left that she was hanging out with her friends. She didn't tell them how long she would be out but she did say that she might be staying over at Max's house. That was a lie but what else could she say? "I'm going monster hunting with my new friends. Don't worry, they've done this before."
She was sure that they wouldn't be okay with her just staying over at a new friend's house without talking to them first. They didn't know Max well, didn't know her parents, and didn't have her home number or even her address. When all was said and done, Challan would definitely be in a lot of trouble. Assuming she survived the night.
No.
No negative thoughts. Challan would survive this. They all would. Yes, the plan had its flaws but things would work out. Things worked out the last time for the party. They would work out again.
They decided to take turns taking watch. Lucas was first, climbing up the ladder Max had placed in the bus and making his way up to the roof, binoculars in hand. Challan, Steve, Dustin, and Max remained inside the bus. Dustin was pacing back and forth anxiously; Steve was sitting on the ground, flicking a lighter open and closed; Max was sitting in one of the bus's seats; Challan was sitting on the floor on the opposite side of the bus.
The two girls kept sharing awkward glances every now and again. Challan hated that she was so awkward. She wasn't weirded out by the compliment or anything. She just wasn't used to getting compliments from anyone outside of her family. She didn't understand why Max was being so weird about it nor did she understand why butterflies filled her stomach at the thought of the redhead's compliment. The feeling was familiar; it was a feeling she had when she had a crush on Toby McCallan in the sixth grade. But surely this wasn't the same thing. She didn't have a crush on Max. She couldn't. That wasn't normal.
Besides, Max was her friend. Challan was probably just happy to have a friend, that's all.
Max was having a similar dilemma. She knew that what she was feeling wasn't friendly but she also knew that having feelings for a girl was wrong. So she refused to believe that that's what it was. She didn't have a crush on Challan. Challan was her friend, that's all. She just liked having Challan as a friend.
