chapter 17; meet you at the graveyard. ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ: •*¨*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟ
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❀ SIDNEY❀
"OKAY, I'M OFFICIALLY CREEPED OUT," GLENN SAID BETWEEN MOUTHFULS OF EGGS. He studied Sidney's face fork up in the air and used it as a pointer.
"I don't think I've ever seen you smile. Actually smile, not grimace at one of Glenn's bad jokes," Andrea supplied, placing her own used plate in the wash bucket. In the hot morning air, she brushed her hair back, securing it with a hair tie.
Glenn wounded, placed a hand over his heart, falling to the dirt in mock offense. "Hey! That wounds me you know." Andrea rolled her eyes at his antics, turning to Sidney for help. Who smirked Glenn's way.
"You should tell her about that time in sixth grade. When you thought it would be funny to play dead on the monkey bars, and the ambulance had to come. We got sent to the principals. It was a whole thing." Glenn cracked a smile, placing his hand over his head, as he leaned further back into the dirt in anguish.
Andrea shook her head, the edges of her mouth forming a grimace. "I'm good with being left in the dark on that one."
"Shoot yourself, but let me tell you, it's a story to die for," Sidney hummed, going back to eating his eggs. Patrica had been kind enough to let them all take some chickens, and for the past few days, T-Dog had been making his "special scrambled eggs" as he called them.
Sidney stretched his legs out, as he ate his eggs. In all honesty, the farm was more beautiful than he'd originally believed. The leaves painted with vibrant browns and oranges. The trees were adorned with their colors, a tapestry of fall. The air was crisp with the endless possibilities of a new day - with the endless possibilities of Gramp's renewed life.
A metamorphosis not unlike the one the seasons go through, allowing him to savor the simple joys life had to offer once more.
Across the field, Oliver Harmon was helping Lori and Carol with the laundry. Folding clothes they handed him from the line. A wide grin spread across his face. A grin Sidney hadn't seen from his grandfather in a very long time. Not since Grandma Rosa had died.
Yes, the world truly was a beautiful place. Sidney decided to gobble up the rest of his fluffy, mouth-watering eggs T whipped up. If he had less dignity, he might have even licked the plate, along with his hands, clean. Instead, he chuckled to himself, remembering exactly what his grandma would have to say to those thoughts.
