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Jace squirmed uncomfortably on the floor of the tree house, still unused to moving around in a skirt—much less sitting one.
Maybe going as Mary Poppins wasn’t such a good idea after all.
“Why are we sitting on the floor again, El?”
Elle adjusted the cap she was wearing,—having decided to go as the Chimney Sweep when she found out who he was going as since it was apparently Mary Poppins was her favorite movie—a small smile on her lips as she looked around the room and the others in it.
She really needn’t bothered: the room was barely big enough to fit all of them.
Jace would know since he and Harry lived in it.
But hey, if she wanted to look around, he wasn’t gonna stop her.
She clapped—clearly excited.
“We’re going to tell scary stories—in the dark!”
Eddie made a face.
Reza groaned.
And Yzla shifted.
Jace really couldn’t blame them. They heard scary stories everyday—hell, they lived . Why would they want to tell or hear them on a night that was supposed to be fun?
Not that he voiced these thoughts.
Why would he when Elle looked so excited and when Hermie looked so intrigued?
“Come on guys, it’ll be fun” Jace cut in “I’ll be fun.”
“I'm sure…” Reza replied dryly, closing the vizier on his helmet but also not offering any other complaints.
Which… Jace was gonna take as a win, knowing how argumentative the other boy could be at times.
Yzla didn’t look sure but muttered “okay” regardless, leaning against the desk Harry was sitting on. Looking nothing like Emperor Kuzco despite being dressed exactly like him (as the very man himself had pointed out when they had run into him earlier that evening).
Eddie, on the other hand, just shot him a skeptical look before sprawling out on the floor and covering his face with the hood of his sleepy bear onesie—which was clearly the closest thing to permission they’d get from him regarding the matter.
Harry looked mischievous and Hermie was squirming with excitement, practically inhaling her candy as she did so.
It was going to be a long night.
“SOOO…”Elle said awkwardly, rubbing her hands together “who wants to start?”
Eddie turned off the lights and took the flashlight from Elle—looking more bitchy than usual—before returning to his spot on the floor and beginning his story.
“Once upon a time—”
“Boooo!” Harry threw his fake smoking pipe at Eddie’s shoulder, earning a scathing look from him. “That’s the oldest story starter in the book! How cliche can you be?”
Everybody shushed him.
“Says the one dressed as Sherlock Holmes. “
“I’ll have you know that Sherlock Holmes is—”
“An incredibly long, cliche, and boring old book. I know.”
Harry sputtered “It is not—”
But Eddie ignored him. “So as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Once upon a time, there was a boy in a tree house—just like us. And just like me, he was so bored that he died—”
“EDDIE!”
He put his hands up in surrender. “Kidding. Kidding. Jeeze, learn how to take a joke—”
“Oh give me that!” Jace snatched the flashlight out of his hands, frustrated. “There once was a killer—”
Everybody groaned.
A long night indeed.