 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
That…
That wasn't true, was it? Reagan had never thought of that because it was only with Christopher that she acted that way. For some reason, with him, she was insecure and that fact something she was yet to fully comprehend. What she did know and understand fully was that he wasn’t into her; it would have made her both mad and sad had he said out loud he wasn’t into anyone, specifically her.
“There isn’t anyone you can trust more than me.” Rea paused thoughtfully. “Except Cassie.” There was no way she would be coming in between that relationship, just as how it was expected that no one come in the way of hers with her siblings. “Oh, ha ha ha. Aren’t you the hilarious one?” But the little lady was chuckling. Yes, she could see quite clearly how she would be the root cause for Christopher’s gray hair. “Maybe gray would suit you.”
Rea nodded vigorously. “Quills for everyone,’’ she remarked, selecting the handsomest eagle feather quill for Christopher. “Good choice! Okay, now I just have to grab some other stuff then I can go pay for everything. Keep up, Christopher!’’ Because already Reagan was stalking down the aisle, in the look out for coloured parchment. |