#Chapter85
To Fake or Not to Fake, That Is the Question
Maggie
I slept on the couch, snuggled in the blanket which I had bought.
/"Explain to me. Why did we do all that work so Maggie would sleep on the couch?/" Nixon asked.
/"How the hell should I know? It’s not like I can read minds,/" Nash said.
/"Should we wake her?/" Noah asked.
/"Yep,/" the brothers said.
Nathan pulled out an air horn and put it by my head. He pressed the button, causing me to scream and fall onto the floor. I shot them a glare. They smirked at me.
/"What is wrong with you guys?/"
/"What’s wrong with us? We should ask you. We put a lot of work into that room, and you’re sleeping on the couch,/" Nixon said. /"So, enlighten us, why are you here and not there?/" He pointed upstairs.
I can’t let them know that I was onto them.
I stood up. /"I saw a spider./"
/"A spider?/" Nathan asked.
