Crossing Paths | Completed

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(Warning: This chapter talks about panic attacks. If you are sensitive about this kind of thing don't read/read with caution.)

"The best preparation for tomorrow is doing your best today."
- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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Heath was holding a pan with a fire, looking around, panicked.

"What happened?" I screamed and he turned around towards me, giving me a nervous grin.

"I was trying to make some food."

"Get some powder or something!" I screeched and he snapped to attention.

He grabbed a cup and filled it with water and threw it onto the fire. I almost screamed at him but the fire stopped. (Don't throw water at an electrical fire or oil fire.)

"Now I remember why I don't cook," Heath said after a few moments. I laughed dryly, shaking my head.

"Who can actually cook in this house?"

"No one," Heath mumbled and I rolled my eyes.

"From now on, it is either me cooking or getting take out. Deal?"

"Deal."

We stayed in silence for a while before I broke the silence, "Do you want to go out somewhere for dinner?"

"Sure," Heath said shrugging and ran upstairs to grab some shoes and other things.

"You ready?" I asked as he came down and he gave me a smile.

"What are you guys doing?" Zane asked from behind me, making me shoot around, having gotten a fright.

"You scared me!" I exclaimed, laughing, putting my hand on my chest.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" He repeated slowly.

"We're just going out for dinner."

"Make sure when you come back it's before 12:00," Zane said and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, Mom," I said sarcastically and swear I saw his mouth twitch. Nobody would have noticed but when I became an author I became more observant. "Why do we have to be back before that time?"

"We're gonna do The Midnight Man tonight." He said and I grinned.

"We'll be back by 10," I said and grabbed Heath's arm.

"What's got you so excited?" Heath asked and I laughed. We got into his car, with me talking.

"I love this kind of stuff! I love ghosts!"

"Have you ever done stuff like this?"

"I haven't done The Midnight Man because nobody else wanted to play but I have done other things."

"Like what?"

"Charlotte's Web; The Hosting Game; One Man Hide and Seek; Dry Bones," I said, counting them on my fingers.

"What's Charlotte's Web?" He asked and I grinned.

"Charlotte's this game where you put two chairs in front of a mirror, a table behind the two chairs you must put a toy - that a girl might like - and then you say, 'I want to play Charlotte's Web.' You stare at the mirror, don't be scared - she can sense it - and then she should come into view. If she likes the toy you've given her, she's an absolute sweetheart. If she doesn't she throws a temper tantrum. And you don't want her to have one of those. You have had a conversation and ask her questions if she likes the toy and when you want to leave you have to say, 'Goodbye, Charlotte.'"