“ tell me something happy. ”
* misc. starter sentences / accepting – @wonknot .
tell me something happy : spencer dwells on the phrase a moment before mustering a long - since buried scenario involving his late younger brother . spencer tips the caramel - coloured liquid betwixt the confinements of his mouth , whiskey - fire lacquering the back of his throat . he recalls one of many with ease .
❝ so , aiden , the first time he brought a girl home . he’s in his room with this girl . daisy , i think . he’s paid me ten dollars to keep mom away but she hears this girl giggling from downstairs . ❞ his assumption is that amy can recollect her brief encounter with a rather memorable aiden when her group merged with theirs : he doesn’t discuss him much , yet illustrates him as the more remarkable brother when he does so .
❝ so mom knocks on the door and he answers . his hair’s sticking out in all directions . face so damn red . she goes ‘ aiden , who were you talking to in there ? ’ aiden shrugs , looks her dead in the eyes and just says ‘ no! ’ --- he said no like it made so much sense . ❞ spencer chuckles fondly at the idiocy : a perfect picture of an adolescent aiden permeating his vision . it evokes a sadness kindred to a yearn to see his brother’s face once more . for them to retell memoirs with animated splendour over their breakfast . to continue their teasing , their passionate altercations , their jests & high-jinks that only they knew about : just once . spencer looks off into the distant landscape of alexandria , his smile diminishing the longer he dwelled . ❝ my mom --- god , she was so excited there was a girl in the house . made her dinner , asked her a million questions . probably scared her off . she was good at that . ❞ a pause followed . ❝ didn’t get my ten bucks either . ❞