What No One Expects || Closed || thesarahjacobs
Crutchie arrived at the Jacob’s half past six, and knocked on the door. He glanced around, wondering if he could just fake being sick, and then leave–but no. Sarah was his friend, and it was his duty to stay here and eat dinner. Besides, he was most likely being paranoid. Steeling his nerves, he knocked on the door again.
Sarah wipes her hands on her sweats before heading straight for the door. She looks out the window, right next to the door. “Crutchie’s here,” Sarah yells to her brothers, then proceeds to open the door.














