forum Family Dinners (10/10)

Started August 22, 2019 by Deleted user

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"It almost sounds like you think my eyes are pretty." Silas grinned with a wink. He pulled off the hoodie, dumping it on the floor. After slipping into the shirt he glanced at Sam with a weak smile. "I think you are quite fashionable, I like your style."
"Are you trying to flirt?" Shade frowned, standing behind Sam, trying to caress her face, his hand going straight through her. "I mean she is a pretty girl, I don't blame you."
Shut up Shade, I wouldn't do that!

"Uh no, I think your eyes are green," Sam deadpanned. She looked down at her jeans and converse and tugged at the hem of her faded tie-dye shirt. "Uh, thanks?" She looked up. "I literally found this on the floor under several other clothes."

(Can you say o b l i v i o u s ?)

Silas had to refrain himself from slapping his forehead with his hand. Sam was a clever girl, but she wasn't half oblivious.
"What a shame, you two could have really been something." Shade gave up trying to touch Sam's face, and disappeared from Silas' view.
Shut up Shade, no one asked for your opinion." Silas sighed a little. *Besides, I'm also cool with just being friends with her. I think she would prefer it that way as well.
"You're too nice for your own good." That was the last thing Shade uttered before leaving the conversation.
Everything was silent for a moment before Silas finally had the courage to open his mouth. "So… what do you want to do?"

Sam blew out a breath between her lips, then she looked at Silas. “You want the honest answer of what I want to do or do you want the ‘what we should do if we were good kids’ answer?”

"I want your honest answer, if that's okay?" A sudden sly expression softened Silas' features. He knew that Sam could be quite mischievous, and he wouldn't have it any other way. In all honesty she was one of the only people in the house with whom he could actually talk to and have fun with.

Sam's eyes lit up a little. "Well I want to sneak out of here but Des would kill us. Or the state. I don't know, it's definitely not allowed and someone would kill us." She took a few steps toward Silas's window. "But god, do I want to do something rebellious." She turned and faced Silas, suddenly curious. "Do you ever do anything rebellious? You don't really seem like it."

Blake grabbed one of his books and a flashlight, going to the closet with Bram and closing the door behind them. He flicked on the light and started to read, Bram just laid down and rested his head in the boy's lap. You need to take off your binder, you've had it on for too long. His brain reminded him, he, however, just ignored it.

Silas hesitated for a moment before making his way over to the wardrobe, clearing things out of the way to expose a small handle in the base of it. He pulled open a small hatch, staring at the contents solemnly. "If by rebellious you mean drink alcohol and smoke, then yes."
"Why don't the two of you sneak onto the roof after everyone has gone to sleep?" Shade walked back into the room, with a grin on his face. "Have a little drink, watch the stars. Fun."
"You're right, it would be fun. But I don't want her getting into trouble."

"No way. Nuh-uh. I don't believe it." Sam came to stand beside Silas. "Wow. That's impressive." She looked at Silas. "You actually drink and smoke? How did you even get this stuff in here? Did they not search your shit on the way in?"

"The alcohol was easy to smuggle in, it's not something that stands out if you hide it amidst a bundle of clothes that they don't have the patience to file through. And they weren't willing to search my person for the rest of it." Silas shrugged a little, rubbing the back of his head nervously. "Do you want some?"

Yes. "Well do you?" Sam toyed with the hem of her shirt, practically holding her breath. She would have loved nothing more than to hang out and drink with Silas but what if he didn't want to? Or what if he thought she only wanted to hang out with him because he had booze? They had hung out a couple of times before but she still couldn't keep the worry out of her head.

Bram nosed at Blake's arm, he needed to sleep. Blake sighed and closed his book, turned off his flashlight, and stood up, yawning. "I guess you're right Bram… I do need to sleep. I didn't sleep last night." He muttered, opening the door and walking out.

"Yeah of course I do, I'd love nothing more than to hang out with you and have a drink." A warm smile arose on Silas' face, lighting up all his features. "Besides, we haven't had a chance to talk for ages. Now would be a good time right?" Of course, it was risky, but Silas was willing to take that chance. The only thing he was concerned about, was Sam getting into trouble.

Sam's face lit up and she felt something flutter in her chest at Silas's words. "Now would be a great time. Grab that bottle and let's go." She started to walk without a destination in mind before freezing in her tracks. She turned around to face Silas, a slightly embarrassed look on her face. "Did you have a destination in mind?"

He set the computer down after writing about twenty pages of his story. Mostly horror, and he hated to admit it. And he actually would never admit it, but romance also.
He set it down on his desk, leaving it open, just plugging it in. He grabbed his book from off the table and stepped out of his room. He was just going to get a piece of bread or something like that. He was told to eat, but never told how much.

Zane scraped the scraps of food off of his plate and into the trashcan before placing it in the sink. He didn't know what to do now with his time so he went back up to his room and took out a book to read. How fun would it be to read this with someone else. He thought to himself, choosing a Michael Vey book. He walked out of his room and mustered up all of his courage to knock on Cleo's door. He had to knock it a couple of times to get the knocking sound in perfect rhythm so it wouldn't sound off.