context: just some Jamie and PJ vignettes!
PJ gasped loudly and grabbed Jamie’s arm, gripping tightly. His face, already bright pink, turned even redder, reaching to the tips of his ears. As a wild grin spread over PJ’s lips, he groaned, knowing already that she was going to do something embarrassing.
“You like like her!” PJ said with devious joy. “I’m gonna tell her.”
“No!” Jamie said, and his stomach flipped.
“Hey, Cathy!” she called, raising and waving her arm to catch the attention of the girl across the playground. “Ja--mMMRPHh”
Her words were cut off by Jamie clamping his hand over her mouth and tackling her to the ground. She struggled, then licked the hand that covered her lower face in an attempt to gross him out and make him let go, but to no avail. So, she opted to elbow him in the stomach instead. For a moment, they wrestled in the woodchips, PJ laughing as Jamie tried to restrain her and keep her from yelling out anything else.
“Ok, ok!” she said, as Jamie gripped her in a headlock and balled his hand into a fist to give her a noogie. “I won’t tell her!”
They got up and dusted off the woodchips that clung to their uniforms.
“I wasn’t actually gonna tell her, dummy,” PJ laughed. “I was just gonna ask if she wanted to play a game with us.”
“That’s just as bad!” Jamie said, his cheeks flushing once again.
“What was that?” PJ whispered into the darkness.
She and Jamie were locked up in the treehouse in her yard, huddled together with their legs in the warmth of their sleeping bags. They had flashlights and baseball bats at the ready. Jamie strained his ears and sniffed the air, putting his werewolf senses to good use. PJ did the same.
“I think it was a squirrel,” Jamie whispered back. Another noise made them both jump and Jamie asked, “What was that!?”
“Probably a demon,” PJ said.
Something loudly clattered to the ground outside, and the two children exchanged a wide-eyed look.
“Definitely a demon,” Jamie said, hiding his face in his hands. “We’re gonna die!”
PJ, unconvinced, sniffed at the air, “Do demons have a smell?”
“How should I know?” he asked.
“Your dad works for the SBI!”
“He hasn’t introduced me to any demons!” Jamie said. “They probably smell like fire and brimstone or something.”
PJ sniffed again and frowned. “What does brimstone smell like? Garbage? Cause that’s all I can smell.” She kicked the sleeping bag off her legs and said, “Let’s go look.”
“What? No! We’ll die. We can’t beat a demon!” he said, grabbing her arm.
“I’m just going to look out the window,” she said. “I won’t even use my flashlight.”
She crept along the treehouse floor silently, then popped up just high enough to see out the window. In the lights of the suburbs, she saw a round, dark creature rifling through two trash cans that had toppled over. She grinned and turned to Jamie.
“Jamie, come see the demon,” she said.
With a bit more pleading, she convinced him to approach the window. He gulped and looked out into the night.
“That’s a raccoon!” Jamie said, turning on PJ, who was now doubled over laughing. He punched her arm. “I told you we shouldn’t have watched any Rated R movies!”
“Jamie! Your girlfriend is here!” Patrick yelled across the house.
“My who?” Jamie called back. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
He looked over the banister to the entryway below to see PJ grinning up at him. He rolled his eyes and tramped down the stairs.
“She’s not my girlfriend,” he grumbled, snatching his jacket off its peg as he passed his laughing brother.
“What?” PJ gasped with mock surprise. “Is this how you’re breaking up with me?”
“Shut up, you lesbo,” Jamie said, his face flushing. She laughed.
