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Grace slept soundly for the rest of the trip, only rousing when the truck and the sound of a dirt road jostled her from her dreams. Blinking and squinting, she lifted her head.
“Mmn... What? Are... are we here?”
The lanky teenage boy sighted behind the counter, he was bored. His sister was off with her boyfriend and he was stuck working the shooting game stand on his own. -Danny Ruskin
“---How many tickets for the game?” A bright-eyed redhead that couldn’t be more than ten years old ran up to his stand. Already, she was reaching for one of the rifles and testing its weight in her hands. She was tall for her age, but the gun--though smaller than a real one--looked awkward in her hands.
Mmmmf! -Danny Ruskin
Send “Wait! What are yo-” for my muse to straight up kiss your muse. (Or send ‘Mmmf!’ for your muse to straight up kiss mine.)
Sometimes Grace really wished that she could punch Danny in the jaw. If they weren’t suddenly so close, she might have.
Before what he was doing could click in her mind, Danny was already kissing her. Hard. And all thought blipped out for one startled second... Until Grace grabbed for his ear and gave it a rough twist.
“Dan-- Danny!” With her other hand, she pushed him back, making sure to tug on his ear again until he winced. Her cheeks flamed almost as red as her hair. “What are you doing?”
Zzz -Danny Ruskin
Send 💤 for my muse to fall asleep on yours.
Of all the things that Grace expected to do that night, riding in a beaten up Ford Ranger next to Patrick’s brother-in-law was never one of them. And yet, here she was, helping Danny dodge another arrest by heading to some little hideaway.
“I really hope Jane is right about you,” she sighs, sinking a little in her seat. If they were caught, they all would be in so much trouble. “I really hope you’re innocent.”
For the rest of the drive, they’re both silent. Grace doesn’t want to dwell to heavily on the possible consequences or everything they could go wrong with this plan because there isn’t any tuning back now. The best thing to do was to sleep until they get to the address Patrick gave them and hope.
Yawning quietly, Grace dozes off within the next hour. Fifteen minutes after that, her head lolls and she’s dead asleep on Danny’s shoulder.
Cross number generator symbol ~ Danny Ruskin
[text] I can't believe you slept with that girl.
Wakes up in the middle of the night to find someone in their bed symbol - Danny Ruskin
Send me a ☾ for my muse waking up to find yours in their bed in the middle of night.
A contented sigh. The nights were getting chillier, even in Sacramento, and it was nights like these that Grace was grateful for that extra warm comforter that her dad had bought her last Christmas. And, of course, she couldn’t forget Wayne. Wayne was like a snuggling up to a giant hot water bottle. Or maybe a teddy bear. Grace wriggled closer and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her nose between his shoulder blades.
Except… Except she hadn’t invited Wayne over last night. So then what…?
“——Danny?!”
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"Oh well that's really mature!"
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I just really like doing these tbh so I'm not waiting for five.
