ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴏᴏɴ | ɴɪᴄᴋ ꜰᴜʀᴄɪʟʟᴏ

*•chapter two•*

Nick had discarded the sticks long ago and picked up a bag of something from the barrel.

"No freaking way!" He muttered to your brother.

"Yes, freaking way-" Before you could even ask, they started singing that nostalgic tune.

"Pop pop, Peanut Butter Butter Pops!"
"Pop pop, Peanut Butter Butter Pops!"

Oh my god..

"Pop, pop, pop 'em in your mouth!"
"Pop, pop, pop 'em in your mouth!"

"POP!" Your brother sang out.

You joined Nick at his side, looking down at the luxury snack.

"I didn't even know you could still find these anywhere." Nick said, stunned at the discovery.

"Hey- Hey- Hey, cool your jets there cowboy, alright? These... are spoken for." Jacob stated before snatching the bag out Nick's hand.

"Dude, you can't just shove those in my face and not expect me to want to pop-pop, pop 'em in my mouth, c'mon!" Nick whined, reaching for the bag only to be unsuccessful.

"Emma, please hand me the shotgun."

Emma gave Jacob the shot gun and Nick scoffed at your brother's actions.

"What, you're gonna shoot me over them?"

"No, dumbass! Okay, we are going to shoot FOR them."

"No, absolutely not. No."

"Yeah, Jacob. I don't think that's such a good idea.." You bit your bottom lip and stared at the bag of peanut butter butter pops.

"Okay, there is no way I'm leaving you dilweeds alone with a gun." Kaitlyn said, immediately shutting down Jacob's idea.

"Come on! Look, the shooting range is like right over there, okay? It'll be fun! Okay..look." Jacob then faced Nick, "You and me. Old fashioned shootout. First prize: Peanut Butter Butterpops, all to yourself."

"Dude..." Nick mumbled.

"I guess you don't really want them then, huh?" Jacob teased. The bag of goodness now in the wheelbarrow again.

"Nick, please? I want some as well, and you know Jacob isn't gonna share with me.." You begged.

Nick looked down at you then back at Jacob with a sigh, "Fine. You're on."

"Yeah, boy!" Jacob exclaimed, now holding the gun with both his hands.

"Jacob, hand me that gun, now!" Kaitlyn continued, "Nobody's handling any firearms if you're gonna act like a dick about it."

"Okay, then you can be the ref. We need an objective third party." Jacob pleaded, watching Kaitlyn check how many shells were in the gun.

"Okay. We're trying to get a party started here, Jacob." Kaitlyn sighed in annoyance at Jacob's immaturity.

"Okay, well, the main party's not gonna die just cause you're off on a little side quest." Jacob stated, gesturing towards the shooting range.