Darcy and her father return back to their old stomping grounds of New York City. With her, Darcy brings habits of being reclusive. She is perfectly content spending most of her time within the walls of her father's café and sees nothing wrong with t...
"You see this?" I shook the list in her face. "You and I can't leave if we don't finish this list."
"You're gonna make me do stuff this early in the morning?" she whined, rolling onto her stomach and stuffing her face into a pillow.
"First of all, it's almost lunch. Second of all, yes. I've got places to go and people to be with," I said, pulling open her blinds so light flooded the room. Without the darkness to conceal the sea of mess, you could clearly see the suitcase basically throwing up clothes from its opening, toys out of their plastic boxes, and animal plushies (who usually reside on the bed) littered all across the floor. "Plus, you love staying at Reece's place. They've got that giant TV you like to sit in front of all day."
That alone wasn't enough to motivate her out of bed. She merely huffed with her face still pressed against the pillow.
Sighing, I grabbed the edges of her blanket and pulled it clean off her body. I spoke loudly over her protests. "Hurry and get up, already! I have to go see Darcy." It's been a couple days since I've been back and I still I haven't seen her. We were planning to have a fun day that she could document and I could collect something from. While Darcy's been writing in her journal for the past couple days, my box of momentos was completely empty (aside from a small bag of shells I brought back with me from California).
"Oh!" she exclaimed, finally springing up from the ball she curled herself into. "At the café? Can I come? Please?"
That eagerness? Dead give away. I knew her motive. The first and last time Darcy met Camryn was when I brought her in after school once. Darcy, using the powers as daughter of the owner, slipped Camryn a free cookie. Free anything, let alone a delicious cookie, would make the best first impression. I knew Camryn wanted to push her luck. I shook my head, though.
"Not today. Jessica's waiting for you. I'd also like to go, so it'd be fantastic if you can get up, get changed, and get going." Camryn challenged my pointed look with one of her own. The theatrical pinch of her mouth and arch in her eyebrow was a signal. She needed something in return.
I sighed. "I'll make you food."
The time it took for her to slide out of bed and the speed in which she did it had me laughing as I left her room. Food as a motivator? We're definitely related.
I knew she would've gotten out of bed, anyway. Though she does have her moments, I've taught her better than to anger our dragon of a mother, who'd breathe down our necks with fiery anger 'till we finished what'd she ordered. Plus, Camryn really does love that TV in Reece's living room.
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Camryn and I got straight to work after lunch. We banged dish washing off the list straight away, got the dirty laundry into the wash, and stuffed our empty luggage back into the storage closet. We were on our way to Reece's apartment a couple hours later.
Jessica was the one to greet us at the door. "Hey!" She opened her arms for a hug. Camryn stepped into them. "Your mom told me you'd come have fun with me if you finished your chores. All done?"
