𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 (𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃).

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 8.

omniscient
a few minutes later

"mya wanna make some s'mores with me?". marshall asked mya who was shaking from the intense temperature drop, placing the blanket on the sand marshall lay the picnic basket on the beach chair before turning towards mya.

"are you cold?". he asked stating the obvious watching mya rub her exposed arms in attempts to warm herself up, "no i'm fine". she lied looking down at the white sand.

marshall sat on the blanket pulling snacks out the basket before mya sat down beside him leaving a space between them.

mya stared blankly at marshall who furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance "you so damn weird". he said frowning "take this stick and make a s'more with me". he demanded leaving no room for debate.

mya scooted closer reaching for the stick marshall shook his head watching mya's hand shaking due to her being cold.

reaching over marshall grabbed her hand looking over it sucking his teeth, mya slipped free from his grasp grabbing the stick, "where's are the graham crackers?". she softly asked licking her freezing lips,

marshall laughed looking at her bright red nose. "i hope you know you can't lie worth a shit". he said handing her the box of crackers.

mya sniffled loudly as she prepared her s'more marshall lit the match into the fire pit before scooting closer rubbing his hands together. "you so damn hard headed". marshall laughed shaking his head watching mya hold her stick over the fire.

"s-shut up marshall". she spat feeling her teeth chattering against each other. "so you'd rather freeze to death than take my jacket?". he asked gazing at mya "i hope you get fucking hypothermia and get sick". marshall spat.

"you hungry?". he asked grabbing the wrapped sandwich, holding it towards her face mya reached over grabbing it "thank you". she says with a small smile.

marshall watched as she unwrapped the paper towel "you ain't to boujee to eat a p&j sandwich right?". he asked hitting her thigh.

mya ignored him placing the sandwich in her lap before taking a bite out her s'more "is it good?". marshall asked smiling, mya nodded allowing marshall to reach over wiping the crumbs from beside her mouth.