𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

4

"But why!? No!"

I sigh, trying to ignore the silent guy beside me.

"Ollie, come on. We have to leave, your mother is expecting us in 30 minutes. Let the monkey go."
I demand in my most serious voice, even though I just want to laugh.

Puck looks so uncomfortable, Ollie's got him close to his chest.

"No! Puck wants me to stay. He told me!"

I glare.

"Are you not going to help me out here?"
I snap, nudging Quincy.

He cracks a smile.

"Nah, you got this. To be honest, it's quite entertaining to hear."
He rasps.

I huff.

"Ollie!"

"If you love me let me goooooo!"
He starts singing, turning and running away.

Quincy finds that extremely funny.

"He listens to Panic at the Disco. The kid's a saint."

"Hell no, I'm not about to chase you around this big ass park."
I snap, narrowing my eyes.

Quincy stops laughing and grunts.

"Cursing really suits you."
He mutters sarcastically.

I turn my glare in his direction.

"I'd like to see you come up with something better."

He shrugs, scratching the side of his head.

"Call him back over here."

"And hold off on the cursing, geez woman."
He adds.

My eye twitches.

"Ollie! Ollie, I'm serious, come back over here!"
I call out.

He takes his time to.

I think I'm getting a headache.

"Look. Why don't you just got home to your mama, you can play with Puck another time."
Quincy says softly, squatting down on the sidewalk beside the upset boy.

I fold my arms and stare.

"No! Puck's not going to be here next time, I just know it."
Ollie cries.

Quincy thinks for a moment.

"How about this. I give my number to your aunt and next time you are here, she can just call me and I can bring him up here so that you guys can play."
He compromises, smirking at me over his shoulder.

I roll my eyes.

Wait, wait a minute.

"What!? Absolutely n-"

"Yes! Yaaaaay!"
Ollie cuts me off before I can even finish.

I glare at Quincy.

I now know that he can't see me but he knows.

Definitely.

"Please, auntieeeeeeeee!? Pretty please?"
Ollie begs, sticking out his bottom lip.

I sigh.

"That means yes."
Quincy tells Ollie.

"Whooohoo! I got the best auntie in the world."
He yells, setting Puck down.

The little monkey hoots, running over to Quincy.

"Go ahead and grab your jacket, okay?"
I grumble, scowling as Ollie skips away happily.