7. Seven
SEVEN
Andrew
“How did you manage to fuck this up?” I ask Alistair. “David’s suspicious. We were supposed to fly under the radar!”
“Chill,” the world’s most annoying hellhound says. “Have some popcorn and soup. Everything’s under control.”
He’s delusional. Also… “Who serves popcorn and soup at a slumber party?”
“And why do I have to be here?” the love of my very long life asks. “I have a great bed at home.”
“You’re on the organizing committee, Noah,” Alistair explains patiently. “And this party is a great way for us to have a planning meeting without anyone suspecting.”
Caolan tosses some popcorn in his mouth. “David suspects. He just doesn’t know what he’s suspecting.”
“Who signed me up for the organizing committee?” Noah complains. “I know I didn’t.”
I busy myself with a shot glass of soup. That was me, but he doesn’t need another reason to be mad at me.
“We need your skills,” Caolan says earnestly. “It’s for David. You like David.”
“As much as you like anyone, anyway,” Alistair adds, and I almost choke on my soup. Which is much nicer than I thought it would be and actually a really comforting snack. Damn that hellhound.
Noah sighs. “Fine. I’m here at this stupid slumber party organizing committee meeting. Let’s get this done so we can watch a scary movie and eat so much junk food we feel sick.”
Caolan perks up. “Fun!”
“Okay.” Alistair leans in. “Here’s the plan.”