@feverburned
[“Hey, Stacey?”]
Serena was sitting in the plushiest chair in the Cave, or rather “enveloped” would be a better word, as she practically sank into it. A rare picture, she was bare-faced and in her pjs: duckie shirt and cotton tiger print short shorts. An enormous fluffy cream-colored blanket pooled to one side, available for quick use should she need to cover her legs. But Stacey had seen her scars long ago, and the others were out on a mission they wouldn’t be back from until late tomorrow afternoon.
A hardback copy in pristine condition of Stephanie Meyer’s Twilight, russian translation, rested in her lap. Serena held it up for Stacey to see.
[“Have you ever read this? Robin gave it to me, told me I ‘should read it because it was one of the best modern american literature had to offer.’”]
She scrunched up her nose and regarded the book.
[“I trusted him of course, but then for some reason Wally started snickering until Robin elbowed him in the ribs...”]
