❛𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄❜ ─── 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝟎𝟐𝟏. 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧

𝟎𝟐𝟏.                  𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧

novocaine        ────         fall out boy

☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯

𝖨 𝖶𝖮𝖪𝖤 𝖴𝖯 𝖳𝖧𝖨𝖲 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦，𝖠𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖭𝖤𝖤𝖣𝖸 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖯𝖨𝖣 𝖡𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱𝖣 𝖶𝖧𝖮 𝖲𝖫𝖤𝖯𝖳 𝖨𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖮𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖱 𝖱𝖮𝖮𝖬．I thought that this ache would pass but it only intensified as the day went on, and now we're at the Crain House, crouched down in the grass with our bodies pressed together── the world is punishing me. We're wearing dark clothing, trying to act conspicuous. We have flashlights and a long rope, but no grappling hook because we ain't Batman. We don't want to get caught by Mrs. Crain, the potential axe murderer.

We're in a circle, listening to John B thank us for being here, for helping. "It means a lot to me that you're here tonight." John B slaps a hand on my shoulder, squeezing tightly. I smile, pressing my hand over his.

"Of course." Where else would we be? This is the most exciting part of our lives at the moment. Everybody nods and smiles, clapping their hands over John B's.

"Alright, we done with the circle jerk? Can we go do this?"

"Let's get that wheat in the water," Pope says, and I couldn't agree more.

JJ, however, misunderstands him. "Weed? I'm up for weed." Honestly, same.

"Wheat. I said wheat."

We move away from the circle, us girls up ahead because, you know, ladies first and all. We don't get very far because, of course, this old hag has motion sensor lights. We immediately rush to duck away, knowing we can't do anything until we disable those lights.

"We could, uh... move really slowly, maybe?" JJ suggests. Remember when I called him smart, yeah, what was I thinking?

"That's not how it works."

"Let's throw a rock at it," John B suggests, again falling onto the bandwagon of dumb ideas.

"What?" I cannot be related to him.

"That's a really good idea," Kiara says, tone sarcastic. "Let the axe murderer know that we're here."

"Throw a rock at it?"