#Chapter157
He ruffled my hair as he walked away. I scowled after him because it knocked me and made me go out of the line. I wasn't the best at art. I sucked, if I was going to be completely honest, but that didn't stop me from drawing a snapback on the lion's head and a gold chain around his neck. I even used the black crayon to draw him some sunglasses.
I made that little lion look gangster as fuck!
I may have gotten a little too into it. I didn't even hear Deacon call me the first time. He said that he had called my name over three times before I had responded. He had asked me to come and sit with him.
Grabbing my Freddy, and his dog because it would have been mean to separate them after they had bonded and played fetch with severed limbs, I made my way over, stopping and going back for my blanket.
Deacon was sat on the couch. I flopped down next to him and he pulled my blanket over me.
/"Did you have fun colouring, sweetheart?/"
