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QUICK SNACK!! ❝ what snack do you have at night? ❞
Past the afternoon till dark shades painted over the sky and the salon emptying after busy hours, Jane spent the midday with Mrs.Jackson and Ms.West.
She's been avoiding going home to see she knows who and explain her reasoning for not appearing at Cupies. Who knows if Paris had him over for the night or stayed at his place instead?
She can't avoid him forever. She can't even find herself telling him the truth because of how he may react and voice an unnecessary speech in her face.
Jane planted her bicycle near the steps of her home; the inside lit like a lantern, quiet like the night. It's lack of noise made her on edge. So was Turner's home across the street which was darker than it appeared.
"Please don't be in my house. Please don't be in my house." She pleaded, her fingers gripped on the knob before swinging the door open and entering.
Her shoes sneaked in, skimming off the welcome rug and circling where the stairs stood. Its light source gleamed from above, and no slight noise echoed from the upper floor.
A figure curled on her family's bottom steps, arm folded over the other and his head buried beneath his arms. The figure appeared frozen in sight, chest rising in soft breaths.
Her eyes never inched away from its view as her shoes were slipped off to be placed on the shoe rack.
Jane tiptoed, crouching a couple of feet away to avoid awakening him. It was Edmond. He was sleeping soundly in what looked like an uncomfortable position. Especially when seated on the stairs.
She sneaked across the wooden planks, peeking her head into the entryways of her living room to her father's office for anyone else before approaching the kitchen.
