Quensilla's POV
"So. . why were you and glow boy over there so late?"
"Glow boy?" I snort.
"Cmon, tell me you don't see him glowing." I watch as Theodore grins at Christopher, he does look a bit brighter.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." I murmur as the boys approach our table.
"Hey." Theodore greets me and Lauren moves over so he could sit.
"Hey." I smile.
And there they were.
The butter, butter, butterflies.
I refuse to acknowledge their meaning. I refuse.
He pulls out his tray and I stare at the contents in shock.
"Can you eat all that?" I gape.
"I'm a growing boy." He smirks. "Why aren't you eating?"
Believe it or not but my purse is sitting on my kitchen counter, happily not being used.
And this was the day I decided to be extra hungry.
"I left my money home."
"Here. Want some of my fries?" He offers.
"Oh, no thank you." I shake my head.
"No really, here." He pushes the fries towards me and I push them back.