“Maaaaagic,” Summer said, waggling her fingers at him. “The same way I knew all that stuff about you the other day.”
“Mhmm, so you’re like a witch or something, right?” he asked with a laugh as he copied her movements.
Her heart jolted as he came entirely too close to the truth for comfort. “Something like that,” she admitted, with a sideways smile meant to imply that she was joking.
“I won’t write it for you,” she warned. “But I can help you pick a topic, research, and proofread.” She lifted her eyebrows slightly. “Or you could not lie to me.”
“That’s exactly what I need.” His ears perked up slightly at her last words, making him smile in return. “What makes you think I’m lying?”
“Maaaaagic,” Summer said, waggling her fingers at him. “The same way I knew all that stuff about you the other day.”
iamthefirechild:
“I would’ve helped you anyway, all you had to do was ask.” Honestly, she was surprised. She had fully expected him to reject her suggestion. “What do you need help with?”
Caught off guard by the question, he wasn’t sure how to respond so he simply made something up on the spot. “Have to write an essay, not sure on what yet.”
“I won’t write it for you,” she warned. “But I can help you pick a topic, research, and proofread.” She lifted her eyebrows slightly. “Or you could not lie to me.”