I'm into Insomniacs (discontinued)

Hello

"Gideon! Someone's at the door!" Bud shouted out. Gideon jolted out of his 'intense' reading to look up at the door. He sighed, reluctantly getting up from the couch. "Man. I just found the perfect spot." He grumbled, dragging his feet to the door. He opened it, seeing a bleach blond haired girl with a daisy in her hair. 'She must be the new worker' he thought, about to great her. But he was interrupted by her collapsing into his arms. What the? "Uh... are you O.k. miss?" He asked, trying his best to hold her up. When he got no responses from her, he furthered the questioning. "Do you need help?" He questioned. She looked up to him, batting her long eyelashes to look at him with her blue eyes.

Gideon acknowledged 2 things. 1, she was pretty. And 2, she wasn't his type. Anyways, there was a moment of silence before she spoke. "*Sigh* Someone's stole something from me." She said, looking away with a pouting face. Gideon rolled his eyes, pushing her off of him so she could stand on her own. "Too bad. Crime rate here is extremely high now-a-days. Especially after the media found out about serial killers here." Gideon stated, crossing his arms as he looked at her with a slightly upset look. Pacifica furrowed her brow, annoyed by him. "Don't you want to know what he stole?!" She asked, finally out of her daze. Gideon scoffed, looking at her with unimpressed eyes. "Your heart?" He said, knowing what she was getting at all along.

"Wow! Yah! It was!" Pacifica beamed, completely caught off guard by his 'wild guess.' "Are you a psychic?!" She furthered, straining her neck to get closer to his face. Now she was really out of line. He backed up, surprised by their close proximity. His mouth was agape for a moment before shutting. He had never met someone so... naïve. This was obviously the type of girl who could be easily impressed. He thought for a moment, pondering what he should do with her. He was about to speak when- "Gideon! Son!" Gideon turned around, seeing none other than his father, Bud Gleeful. "Gi-"he stopped mid-sentence, looking over to where Pacifica stood. There was a pause from him, making Pacifica nervous. 'Maybe this is the wrong shack' she thought to herself.

Bud just stared at her for a moment longer, before exploding into joy. "My my my! I've never seen such a pretty little peach walk through the store before I saw you!" Bud complimented, walking up to her. He knelt down, giving the young girl a harsh pat on the back and chuckled as she wobbled from the force. "Not too sturdy, are we?" He asked, giving a small chuckle. "Well, we can fix that. Gideon!" Bud turned to his son, pointing to the floor next to him, signaling him to come to his side. "Yah?" Gideon asked questioningly. "You see those woods out there?" He asked, pointing out the window so Gideon could see what he was talking about. Gideon looked in the direction of his father's pointing finger, only to look back at him with a bored look. "Uh-huh. So?" He asked, crossing his arms. "Well son..."Bud leaned in on his son's ear, whispering something. Pacifica strained to hear, but to no avail.

Once they were done whispering Gideon had a worried look on his face. "Are you sure?" Gideon asked. His father nodded, sending chills down Gideon's spine. "O-O.k." He responded. Pacifica looked to Gideon with a questioning look, only to be whorled around by Bud. "Whelp, since you're a new employee, how would you like an easy job today?" This statement caught Pacifica off guard, making her squeal with joy. "*Gasp* Would I?!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. Bud gave a slight grunt for laughter. "How would you like to hang up some signs in the forest?"