Riptide

65

"Where's the chips?" Brady asks, it being his first time at Mona's house.

Holy crap James and Inez were rubbing off on me.

"In the pantry, right there." I tell him, pointing to the door in the kitchen as I scoop ice into Kenna and Mo's cups.

"Thanks Reynolds." He says as he walks into the pantry, some rustling following before he walked out with 3 bags of chips.

"I got a bag of Doritos, a bag of hot Cheetos, and a bag of original lays." He says when he comes back out of the pantry, setting them on the counter.

"Hey Noon?" I call as I fill McKenna's water bottle, Momona's already on the counter and full.

"What's up?" He asks, turning from the fridge to look at me.

"Connor and Daniel said something to me." I begin, his face immediately dropping.

"Yeah? What'd they say." He replies curtly, opening the fridge door.

"Calm down, first of all." I tell him, making him sigh.

"Sorry." He responded.

"They told me you seemed mad earlier." I tell him, making him roll his eyes.

"I told Connor I was fine." He mumbles, grabbing Mo's salad from the fridge. "Making up shit."

"Well he clearly wasn't. You're still mad obviously." I sigh as he slams the fridge, 4 gatorades in his hands.

"Yeah well that sucks. I know how I feel and it's nobody else's business." He says harshly.

"Do not speak to me like that." I shot back at him, crossing my arms as I glared at him.

"Sorry." He whispered.

I felt my phone buzz in the pocket of my sweats and pulled it out, seeing a text from Connor.

Will you and Brady please
make a couple bags of
popcorn? All of us up here
want to watch Nightmare
on Elm Street.

Can we not? I hate
horror movies

I know that's what Aryan
told us but he got out
voted. Sorry Delph.

It's fine.

We're gonna need some
help carrying if you guys
want popcorn too.

I'll come down there.
Lmk when you're
microwaving the last
bag and I will.