Six Skeletons and The Waitress

26. Welcome to. . .

Bonus/Special Chapter: family secrets are spilled after Josh and Joseph find a letter.
Chapter Note: I will be often switching from Third to Second, but not to the extend where it gets annoying and frequent! As I said in my first 'special' chapter, you can see these as Canon or not. A different AU, like the Acting AU I did before.

Also, photo means nothing but my ABSOLUTE LOVE FOR ALL PAPYRUS DO YOU SEE THEM THEY ARE S O CUTE! ! CROOKS MYBABY ILOVEYOU!!

Warning: minor mention of cutting. Only mentioned ONCE!

Third Person's.

The chilly wind sounded from inside the houses as families snugged into the warm comforts that is their homes. Trees laid bare, littering the sidewalks with colourful leaves ranging from shades of oranges, yellows, and reds. The winter season was upon the small town of Londonderry in Northern Ireland. The unforgiving wind barely held anything against the townsfolk as they wore large coats, scarves, and hats to shield their bodies from the cold brush.

A Young Girl sat before her parents, laying on her stomach and kicking in the air while a colourful crayon in her hand as she coloured as best as she could within the lines, her tongue lightly poking out of her lips as she concentrated on her colouring, completely oblivious to the hushed bickering coming from the kitchen as her parents sat idly on the couches, a book in one hand and the other the daily newsletter-- young Y/n swore she saw the letters moved but dismissed it when her father turned the paper from her sight, a disproved frown appeared on his lips as he read through the contents.

large (colour) eyes blinked up from her paper to start at the woman who sighed rather loudly, making her flinch and the colour swiped from the lined papers.

"Mother and Father are going to be furious!" Whispered Josh as Y/n pushed herself off the carpeted floor with a exhale. she grinned at her parents who tore their gazes from their respective items. Her father smiled lovingly before returning to the newspaper while her mother's eyes trailed after the little girl, barely at the age of 11, as she disappeared into the Kitchen towards the hushed argument by her older brothers.

Mrs. L/n nudged her husband's elbow: pointing her chin where the little girl had disappeared to when he looked up in confusion. The two slowly put their items down, careful not to make any noise as they slowly crept to the other room.

"Joshie?" Y/n said, startling the twin brothers momentarily. "A game?" She asked, going on her tiptoes to see the letter he had hidden behind him—A fruitless action as Y/n could clearly see the folded edge peeking out from his side.

She furrowed her eyebrows at her brothers, although they completely froze as whatever excuse they were going to spill trailed from their mouths as they stared up at the two adults.

"Josh, Sweetie." Mrs. L/n spoke, her eyebrows knitting together at the suspicious activity within familiar pools of (colour) that was Josh.

The eldest of the twins glanced at the youngest, desperate for him to come up with a lie on the spot.

"A letter came in." Joseph said quickly. Nervously brushing his messy mop of (colour) to one side and smiled apologetically to his (now) fuming brother. He avoided looking at his little sister.

"A letter? It's nearly midnight—ON a Sunday, no less." Mr. L/n said, walking towards his children and knelt to their height. Hand out stretched for the letter behind Josh's back. The latter turned his head, whistling while rolling on the balls of his heel.

"Joshua Anders L/n." He said sternly, the fatherly tone long gone as he flexes his fingers in a 'give it' motion. Y/n visibly tensed by the tone and went to hide behind her mother's legs. "Give it here or else I'll have no choice but to ground you."