It feels like summer all over, again

V. || ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ, ᴛᴏᴏ

ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴀɪɴ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ, ᴛᴏᴏ

╰┈➤ "Hey-," "just in case you try to bike away". He had a grin on his face as he told me this. "Whatever, Shitsmeller" "Ninny". He seems different to me than he had ever before. We walked in comfortable silence for a while.

"So," "So?" "What even we're you doing with your friends?" "I don't think that any of you're business," I said scuffing. "I'm just trying to make a conversation, Vera". He said my name in some way that made my feel like it was stomach filled with butterflies. "I'm sorry, Scott" "It's fine" He seemed different not as offended when I added his name to any sentence.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself without meaning for Scott to hear. "What?" he asked as he looked at me. "Nothing, it's nothing" "It must be something" I sighed. As I felt a half-empty box of cigarettes in my pocket. I took them from the hippie veteran without any means to smoke them.
I looked around anxiously. Scared of others seeing.

"What, Vera? You're scaring me" I shoved the pack into Scott's hand. He looked at his hand and started to laugh but stopped to look at me. "Vera Sinclaire smokes?" "Shh!," "Noones around. You're fine." he just gave her a reassuring smile. "No. I just don't want my mom to find them on me." "So you want my mom to find them on me?" Scott asked in a jokey way putting the pack into the back pocket of his jeans. I playfully punched his arm. " Oww" "You big baby" we laughed.

"I'll see you around, Scott" "See you, Vera"
He said as he smiled at me and waved goodbye.

"This is it", Sam said as I and the girls rode up to a weird-looking building. Sam anxiously walks up and looks back at us. You could hear shuffling on the other side and the door flings open."Yes?" The same girl who was their waitress a while back asked. "We need your help", Sam says.

The girl says with a straight face, "I'm a little blue today boys..". The girls look back at Chrissy. "The money", I whispered. "Go on", "give her the money". We whisper. Chrissy looks down holding out 10 dollars. "maybe this will cheer you up", Chrissy challenges. The lady looks at the five for a moment before turning around, "Come on in". We silently walk in before Chrissy whines. "I can't believe we're spending 10 treehouse dolla-", but she was interrupted by her friends shushing her.

"What brings you hear today?" The woman asks leading the group into a room. The inside was very cool. It was very hippie, as it had beads, lava lamps, candles, and plants everywhere."We've been contacted by a spirit", Sam says. "His name is Johnny Person." Teeny says and the lady replies, "I know". The girls look at each other slightly freaked out. We sat at an odd-shaped table. "I feel a strong spiritual presence here", the lady says. "For ten treehouse dollars, I'd feel it too", Chrissy smart mouths. The lady does some kind of prayer, or stretch, thing. She then puts her hands out in front of her.

"The spirits are here and yes they want to talk to you", the psychic woman says. She opens her eyes and grabs some cloth.
I put my head in my hand and looks at the lady questionably. The lady opens a beautiful red velvet cloth, with black lace sewn into it. She grabs these cards and hands them to Samantha. "Ok, I want you to shuffle these twice, and then put three facing me", she orders Sam. While Sam does so she speaks again. "Relax your minds and bodies and be able to be attentive to its presence. Once Sam finishes the lady grabs one of the three stacks. The lays them out on the table in this weird stack. Their eyes lay on a death card. "We want to find out how he died", Sam says. The lady hesitantly puts down a card. Murder. She covers her mouth with her fist as the group looks around wearily.