At first quite nervous, Wil found a surprising level of obscurity behind the words of her story. Her audience helped as well; gasping at Carl’s stupidity, glaring at the incompetent office secretary, leaning forward when she told of reading the internet story, then bursting out in laughter at poor Carl’s panic and intentional pants-dropping.
Even Hope giggled, a sweet chirping noise that Wil suspected Hope rarely voiced.
Not everyone laughed; to her side, Stephen appeared shocked. He almost looked as though he had been the one who spilled chemicals on half his group and then exposed himself in mistake.
Reagan noticed his discomfort. “Relax, Stevie,” she drawled. She wiped at her eyes.
“Stephen,” Stephen mumbled in correction as he glanced down at his chocolate cupcake wrapper.
She laughed a snort. “No shit, Sherlock.”
“Reagan,” Hope said.
The outspoken girl turned to the much smaller, meeker one. Their eyes met before Reagan lowered hers. “Sorry, Stephen.”
Wil nearly choked. Again.
“Thanks, Reagan,” Derek said. “Hope.” He smiled. Wil realized Derek automatically smiled to help others calm down and wished it had that effect on her.
“So…” Art began. Most shifted to face his direction. “Why’re we meeting today?”
All eyes flitted to Derek. “Welll,” their leader answered, “Stephen and I have been talking more about our group-‘
“And the name, I hope,” Reagan interjected.
“Sure,” Derek acknowledged, blinking. His confusion cleared, and he continued, “Um, so we’ve talked about why we got together as a group anyway….” His voice cracked a bit and he swallowed. His gaze shifted around the group. Reagan made a rude gesture, which startled him into a shocked expression, then a genuine smile. “Ha! Thanks, Reagan. Thing is, I think we ought to actually do something with this group.”
Stephen nodded but the others’ expressions ranged from wary to (in Wil’s case) blank.
“You mean….” his main heckler said, “…like the Girl Scouts?”
This time, even Stephen laughed.
“Actually, Reagan,” Derek said, “That’s not so far off…”
Continued from Eighty-Nine.
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