It’s difficult to see what he’s doing as I hang back by the entrance of the garage, but I hear the swishing of the plastic bags as he leans forward.
Then he jumps and spins around. “Look out!”
A flash of black comes flying toward me, hitting me square in the face. A blood-curdling scream rips from my throat as I swat at it, and bolt out of the garage.
“It hit me in the face! It touched me!” I scrub my hands over my cheeks, racing down the driveway. “Where is it? Is it chasing me?”
I need to bathe in tomato sauce.
I’m going to stink for days.
I’ll have to sleep out on the porch.
Landon’s laughter has me stopping in my tracks by the time I reach the sidewalk.
“Where is it?” Chest heaving, I whirl around. “Why are you laughing?”
Landon is hunched over, hands braced on his knees, with his eyes squeezed shut.
My eyes dart around the yard, searching for whatever it was that touched me.
I plant my hands on my hips and wait for Landon to collect himself.
He dabs at the corner of his eye. “There’s no skunk.”
My eyebrows dip. “Something jumped on me. I felt it.”
“This is what attacked you.” Dangling from his finger is a black wig from when I dressed up as a witch for Halloween in elementary school.
Oh, this fucker is gonna get it.
My eyes narrow, and my hands ball into fists.
Landon lifts his palm in front of him, realization flashing in his eyes. “Hold on. It was just a joke. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
I inch toward him. “Ifyou scared me?”
He drops the wig to his feet. “Ididscare you. I’m sorrythatI scared you. I was just being funny.”
“You want to be funny?” I creep closer, stalking toward him as he side-steps out of the garage. “I can bereallyfunny.”
“No, I don’t want to be funny anymore. Please don’t?—”
I lunge for him. He darts onto the grass, but I’ve always been faster than him.
I jump onto his back, and he tucks his chin to his chest, bending forward and attempting to shake me off.
But I hold on like I’m riding a bull, and put my index finger in my mouth, covering it in saliva.
And then I stick it in his ear.
Landon squeals like a child. He falls to his knees on the grass, taking me down with him. I roll off to the side as he digs his finger into his ear to dry it off.
“God, I hate it so much.” His features scrunch in disgust. “It never fully dries. It’s like your spit makes its way into my brain.”
I clutch my stomach while I laugh. The guys on the team used to give each other wet willies back in high school, and Landon absolutely despised it.
He collapses onto his back beside me. “I’ve gone seventeen years without a wet ear canal.”
