xxxxour hometown's in the dark.
xxxxmy shadow tilts its head at me.
xxxxspirits in the dark are waiting,
xxxxi will let the wind go quietly.
xxxx
It seemed to be a good thing that Spence and Patton didn’t hate each other, because Sarah and Emma seemed to be getting along swimmingly. Spence found himself wondering how long it would be before Sarah shared the exact incident that made her consider moving out of town. He tensed despite himself, but Patton’s muttered comment didn’t escape his notice. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.
A smirk, however, did appear on his face as Emma referred to her son as “her little boy.” He did his best to hide it, but a moment of eye contact between Spencer and his mom nearly broke that composure. “Trust me, Spencer knows this town like nobody else. Good and bad. Patton will be in good hands,” she said, starting to serve out the food. The conversation moved on and Spencer found himself needing to say something to the boy beside him.
“So, uh, I’m no Ian McKellen, but if you want help getting the theatre department sorted out, I... I guess I could help you out? I’m not really involved in anything else, so I have a lot of free time.” The words were out of his mouth before he realized what the offer could mean. Nobody cared about theatre in their stupid town. Nobody cared enough to want to try and get it’s shit back together. But there was something about it that suddenly drew him in. The thought of being someone else for a night? And he looked at Patton. Was it just being nice? Or was Spencer’s stupid brain getting itself in for more than it could handle? No. No, that wasn’t it. He just had to live up to the standards his mother had thrust upon him. That wa all.