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𝑻𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔. Or, they could be known as the days of reckoning. Pictionary could end in bloodshed, charades in war.
The Brown family took board games very seriously. It was a savage scramble for a weeks bragging rights.
On this particular day, Andy, Lizzie and Bobby all flopped backwards and defeated against their cushioned couch as the reigning Game of Life champion remained victorious.
Davis pummelled the air as if he'd just won hundreds of dollars, a proud smile on his face. At the new age of thirteen, the boy had seemed to have gone through puberty faster than most of his class.
He was already a few inches taller than Lizzie, his face shape had matured and his hair had darkened.
His history of tuberculosis had not held him back when it came to growth but it had definitely had an affect on him physically.
For example, stamina and strength were not his strong points. He was a very fragile boy prone to asthma attacks and nose bleeds.
A loud blaring horn echoing from outside interrupted Davis' extensive celebrations. It was a raspy, faulty noise that graced a smile onto Lizzie's face.
"I think that's Stiles," She said as she hauled herself up from the depths of her couch.
Andy snapped his head up, his eyes twinkling worriedly, "You'll be okay, won't you? You've been going to lots of parties lately and...well, you know how you get."
She did know. Her reaction to the stereotypical ambience of a party had been a reoccurring thing since she was very little, and as she began to get older and people started to have more and more parties, she'd constantly use the excuse of getting too drunk during a make believe party that happened god knows when.
That was until she met three people.
"I'll be okay," She hoped, "Scott and Stiles will be there."
If you ignored Stiles' desperate, ditch everything, plan to drag her back through the rave they attended last year, the boys had a history of making sure she was okay and looking after her at big gatherings, even if they didn't know how much they affected her.
Andy seemed happy with his daughter's reassurance and nodded approvingly, "Well, as long as you have your phone on you at all times in case I need to come fetch you. And, you know, I never understand why you don't invite those boys round sometimes. They're seemingly your best friends and I haven't even met them properly."
Lizzie hid her wince. Her dad was right, she had never once invited Scott nor Stiles round even though they were, in fact, her best friends in the whole world.
