8Chapter title: They say by Scars on Broadway
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Chapter seven – Let's fuck the world with all it's trend
Monday comes with morning fog and still no trace of Lydia Martin.
Not that Charlie is biting her fingernails off with anxiety, because Lydia isn't her friend and probably never will be, but this situation is stressful and odd enough for a regular town like Beacon Hills to attract her attention. A soon to be sixteen-year-old girl can't run away from her hospital shower and escape the meticulous eyes of the policemen and the noses of their dogs, can she? Charlie is more interested in solving this mystery, to be honest.
A few smartasses from school have already put a prize on the Queen's head. The reward changes often; by Sunday night, it was fifty dollars for a glimpse of Lydia's breasts in the woods, with a photo supplement, and the prize is now up to 200$ and some for her entire naked body.
Charlie finds that extremely disgusting, and would be extremely happy to kick a few asses if she knew how to kick. Thankfully Amy is there to help her out. Well, Amy is always there to help out. Charlie's never seen someone so selfless before.
The redhead's been sticking 'have you seen this girl?' posters on almost every lamppost, allying to Mrs Martin for this task. She had been up until late last night, knocking on people's door, until Mr Lahey had thrown her out because he had 'something to deal with in the basement'. Out of anger, Amy had thrown her shoe at his door, breaking the heel in the process, but according to her it had been worth it.
Charlie parks her bicycle in the shelter as Todd runs to her, a lacrosse stick in a hand and car keys in the other.
"Charlie!" is his first word. "I'm sorry." are his second and third and fourth.
"For what?" she asks, squinting at him. "Have you done something illegal again?"
"No, it's just... are you still mad at me? Because I can't have you mad at me."
"Of course I'm still mad at you." Charlie says lightly. Todd follows her to the entrance hall like a tall shadow. "I'll be mad at you for a while and sometimes it'll come out, but you're still my stupid friend." She opens her locker, stuffs a few books in it.
Behind her, Todd chews his lower lip to suppress an irrepressible smile.
"How many times do I have to say sorry?" he says, now sheepish.
Charlie whirls around and shuts her locker door. "Let's see... I don't want more than two, because too many apologies mean that you aren't honest. I just need you to promise me that you aren't relapsing."
Todd blinks, before smiling. "I'm not. Scout's honor."
Charlie looks up the ceiling. "You're not even a scout."
"It was a joke."
"I know. I love to complain."
"I know." Todd suddenly stiffens. "She's here."
"Who?"
Amy appears between them like an apparition with a scowl. "He's here." she says.
"Who?" Charlie repeats, absently seeing Todd's dumb smile as Amy doesn't even say hi to them.
"Shaun." Amy snarls, her once happy features obscuring. Her brown eyes send electricity, and Charlie is tempted to step back. It's not often that someone gets on Amy's wrong side, but when it happens, everyone should know that withering in a corner saves lives. "This wanker doesn't even have the brain to hide his rat face from me!" She suddenly takes Todd by the arm, making the boy drop his lacrosse stick. "Quick: how do I look?"
Todd is too bewildered to even reply, and Charlie can swear he even blushes. "W-what?"
"I need a masculine eye for this operation, Todd Wells." Amy says impatiently. "Do I look good?"
He licks his lips, slowly coming back to his senses. "Of course." he replies, nodding feverishly. "You always look good."
Amy grins. "Perfect."
Her hair carefully straightened almost slaps his face as she turns her heels and, maybe a bit too happily, struts to where she knows she'll find him.
Charlie and Todd glimpse at each other, but before they can decide to follow Amy, the bell rings. Charlie fakes a sigh.
"Poor Shaun. She's going to cook him."
Todd nods. "It's a chance I don't like meat. See you at lunch?"
"See ya. And don't break a bone in lacrosse, toothpick."
Amy arrives into class ten minutes late and takes a seat between Sydney and Charlie, gloriously managing to avoid a warning from the teacher.
Charlie instantly leans toward her.
"We're meeting in front of his locker after lunch." Amy breathes out, wearing the smirk of a conqueror. "No one from his clique's going to be there."
"You sure you want to do this?" Charlie whispers, pretending to write something on her notebook.
Amy snorts. "I'm born ready."
Charlie's contented by this answer, but unfortunately the teacher doesn't seem to be.
"Ms McGougal and Ms Zeidi, do you want to share your thoughts to the class?" asks Mrs Morell.
Charlie's smile withers. "We're fine, sorry."
"Dans ce cas, pouvez-vous me dire ce que nous étions en train d'expliquer?"
Charlie glares at her and Amy's dumbfounded expression makes a few students snicker.
"Sorry, come again?" the redhead asks, badly attempting to conceal her disgust toward the language.
"Je ne répèterai pas, Miss McGougal, and next time I'll send you straight to the principal office, am I clear?"
Amy nods. "You are. Sorry, ma'am."
"Bien."
Charlie lets go of a sigh of relief when Ms Morell turns back to the board and writes a couple new words they should learn by tomorrow.
They meet with Todd right before lunch and Amy explains the situation to him. His reaction doesn't differ from what Charlie has imagined.
"I think I fell temporarily dumb, can you - what?" he gasps, jaw hanging. "You're going to smack the guy in the middle of the hallway?"
Amy shrugs like it's no big deal. "I don't know yet. It depends on my mood. For now I'm good because I'm with you, but it'll certainly change in front of him, and then we'll see!" She sets her tray in front of the lunch lady who fills it with today's meal and the usual ridiculously small bottle of water.
Todd glances at Charlie. "And you stand by her?"
"I think she's right." she replies, and Todd lets out a cry of incredulity. "No, really! She's taking her revenge. He tricked her into thinking she was loved by him and then he drugged both hers and your drink. Her reaction's pretty fair!"
"Okay, but smack him? There're teachers around, and people will talk."
"Yeah, and Amy'll become Beacon High's new power woman. Guess Lydia Martin's going to have a surprise when she'll be back."
"Smack him-?"
The lunch lady taps her ladle against the counter. "You expect me to just hang around?"
Todd jumps, like electrocuted. "Yeah, I mean no, sorry." And he hands her his tray. "Smack him?!" he continues as he settles it next to Amy's who found a clean table.
Amy chews on her bread. "Told you, depends on the mood!"
He shakes his head, still glancing at Charlie like he's expecting her to reason their friend, but Charlie doesn't and sits in front of the two.
The guy has it coming, he drugged us, she thinks. It's nothing to do about the fact that he maybe made out with her during the formal.
Todd angrily grabs his fork and shoves it in his plate. "Who wants my chicken?" he asks brutally.
Charlie gladly takes it.
"Oh, come on." Amy says, patting his shoulder. "Don't be cross, now. It's going to be settled in a few minutes."
"Don't punch him." Todd replies. "He doesn't even deserve your attention."
Amy scoffs. "I'm not giving him my attention-"
"Yes you are. You're always thinking about him and about how you should take care of him. He doesn't deserve to be in your head. I see it, I'm not stupid."
A wave of guilt flows over Amy's face.
"I never said you were, Todd."
Charlie doesn't want to break their moment but what she sees is far too important to just let it go.
"Guys. Look at this."
Amy instantly turns her head, incapable of running away from a rumor.
"Nooo!" she gasps, placing a hand in front of her mouth for good measure. "What the bloody -"
"Lara and Jackson?" Todd says, he too looking at the pair sitting in front of each other and chatting like old friends. "I thought they weren't talking again after Lydia and him broke up..."
"There's a vacant throne." Charlie says dramatically. "And he's the king."
"This is-" Amy is suddenly unable to find her words. "I can't believe- this sick bastard!"
"Here we go again." Todd mutters.
Amy crunches her bottle of water in her fist. "Don't tell me he's sleeping with Lara right when his ex girlfriend goes missing, because this is sick -"
"Maybe he hasn't slept with her..." Charlie says just as Lara kisses the corner of Jackson's mouth, lingering a little too long. "Yet." she ends. "This is sick." she admits. "She's freaking fifteen."
"What's sick is that they're both two consenting partners stabbing the back of an innocent girl." Amy groans, barely able to contain her anger. She hands the remains of her bottle to Todd before ending up turning it into dust, then she suddenly stands up. "That's it. I'm going."
"Where?" Todd and Charlie ask.
"Smack Shaun's rat face."
Charlie has to see this.
On a commune and quiet agreement, they both stand up and run to follow her into the hallway.
Amy's heels clamp the floor with every each of her steps and she's almost running at the sound of it. They trace her by hearing. Right by the corner, Todd throws an arm to the side and it almost hits Charlie in the head, and they stop, carefully throwing an eye to Shaun's locker.
He's there, smiling wide when he sees Amy coming his way, smile disintegrating when he sees Amy and her stormy eyes.
Her right hand flies straight to his left cheek, and the sound echoes in the hallway. The second punch follows right away, hitting this time the middle of the face. When Shaun looks up after a second of deafening silence, he's holding his nose between his hands, droplets of blood falling on his shirt.
"What is wrong with you?!" he cries out, loud enough to alert everyone at a mile radius.
"The first one was for Todd." Amy pants, literally shaking with rage. "The second was for Charlie. And the third one is going to be for you to remember how of a dickhead you are-" She slaps him at his unprotected jaw and he falls backwards with a cry.
That's when Charlie knows Amy's going too far.
Todd has apparently figured that out too and he jumps forward, dashes to the pair and grabs Amy by the wrists.
"Get off me!" she cries, fighting him off.
"Amy, stop it, he's not worth it!" he says as Shaun starts whining on the floor, wiping the blood from his hands on the floor, making it all look like a crime scene.
"He poisoned your drinks and we could've lost you in that forest, Todd - let me go!"
"Amy, no, I'm not letting go..."
A too high number of students dart into the hallway. Several people scream when they see all the blood on the floor that Shaun consciously spread, and someone calls for a teacher, but Charlie keeps looking at Shaun who grins at his blood, and she thinks about kicking him in the stomach, but she doesn't because Amy's half-crying half-vibrating with anger and Todd's pushing her head into his chest, wrapping his long arms around her back and forcing her to look away from Shaun's sprawled out body.
"What's going on here?"
Charlie spins around, taking a step back at the arrival of Mr Harris. Of course it has to be him.
"She punched me, sir!" Shaun whines, showing him his bloodied nose and his red cheek and jaw. "She just came at me and punched me! Complete whackjob..."
Harris looks from Amy in Todd's arms to Shaun faking an excruciating pain.
Charlie tries to step in. "She punched him because he abused of us both during the formal!"
"I don't even know you!" Shaun cries, pointing at Todd then Charlie with a finger that glistens with red.
"Stop fucking lying, you piece of-"
"Language, Ms Zeidi!" barks Harris, and suddenly Charlie knows it's over. He points at the three of them with an accusating finger, then says coldly, "Ms Zeidi, McGougal and Mr Wells. Detention every evening with me for the entire week, starting tomorrow. Mr Rodriguez, go to the nurse and clean yourself up. Go!"
Shaun gets up with an other whimper, and limps away from them even though his legs are perfectly functional.
"Your father's going to hear about this, Mr Wells." Harris says, like triumphant.
Todd doesn't reply and keeps stroking Amy's back, suffocating her shaking and sobs into his chest.
Charlie's hungry. She hadn't had the time to eat and hadn't been very willing to after this episode, but now that they're in class with the douche teacher of the year, she feels hunger tear a hole into her stomach.
Taking the advantage of McCall and Stilinski's loud whispering a few feet away from their table, she turns to Amy.
"Why did you keep going?" she murmurs.
Amy has broken two pencils already and Todd has given his last one to her. Her puffy eyes blink a few times in front of her handwriting before she replies, voice barely a hoarse.
"He had it coming."
Charlie shakes her head. "It could only end with us getting in trouble and you knew it. Why did you keep punching?"
Amy shrugs. The hand holding the pencil continues to shake, threatening to split this one in half just like its brothers.
"He had it coming." she repeats, writing her name on the pop quiz.
Charlie takes hers and pretends to actually care about the questions.
There it is, she thinks. Amy's incapability of realizing that what she might do can hold consequences.
They're all stuck there, in their own little world. Every imperfection must be erased. With the blue side of the eraser, the one that tears the paper apart.
"This is a pop quiz, Mr Stilinski." Harris calls out. "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."
There it is, she thinks again. Harris is going to lash out on his favorite victim again.
Every imperfection must be erased, and she drops a coin in the fountain in her head just to make sure Harris leaves their world. And Shaun Rodriguez as well, if possible.
"Can you do that?" Stiles replies, quite stupidly if you mind Charlie's opinion.
"There it is again. Your voice."
Charlie's ears ring with fury, but it's nothing next to what Amy's feeling.
"Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. See you at three for detention." Apparently Harris is feeling extraordinarily good today.
Danny chokes back a laugh behind Charlie and Amy breaks Todd's pencil. Without even complaining, he manages to ask Erica Reyes for a new one, and gives it to the redhead.
Scott glances at Stiles in astonishment, and perhaps that is his biggest mistake.
"You too, Mr McCall?" Harris asks.
"No sir." he replies as he goes back to his own pop quiz.
Amy merely looks at hers. Her hand shakes too much and she doesn't want to break Erica's pencil anyway.
"I'm going to strike Harris repeatedly and violently." she mutters.
"You aren't." Todd and Charlie whisper at the same time.
Amy presses her lips together. Her two friends wait until they're sure she's calmed down and look at their own sheets.
Charlie stares at the first question and scribbles the semblance of an answer. She knows she'll probably get a C, partly because it bores her too much to even try to study. Science just doesn't agree with her, and the little she gets is from the early seasons of Breaking Bad she used to watch with her dad, but they're not even close from creating methamphetamine in class.
She thinks about making a crystal and force Shaun and Harris to ingest it until they have an overdose. This thought's enough to make her successfully find the answer to the second question.
"Sir, can I go to the bathroom?" Jackson asks.
Charlie doesn't look up. He could have his bladder exploding right there that she wouldn't move. She's still pissed at him for only giving shits about his narcissistic self.
She's mad at almost everyone, frankly, but this doesn't change from the usual.
Amy doesn't break Erica's pencil and gives it back to the girl with a thankful smile at the end of the class.
"Do you want to do something after class?" she asks with a tiny voice as they walk out of the school.
"We could take a walk." Todd suggests. "I'll take Trojan while I'm at it."
Amy smiles at that thought. "Oh, it's been a long time since I saw him! Why not? Charlie, you're in?"
Charlie nods. "Anything to forget Harris' hog face."
Todd passes by Stiles and wishes him luck for his detention. "And get Shaun out of our heads." he says, turning back to the girls.
"Ugh, can they be more in love?" Charlie mutters as they cross path with Scott and Allison who, perched on the steps, look at each other like the other's mouth is a sweet and they're on a diet.
"I don't think that's possible." Todd says lightly, jumping from the crosswalk to the parking lot. "But hey, a little love right now can't hurt, right?"
"You always were such a romantic." Amy scoffs, grinning.
"Who isn't?" he replies, smiling widely. He gets to his car and knocks on the hood. "I'll get your cycle in it, Charlie?"
"Sure."
They manage to stuck the old bicycle in the trunk and hop on, Amy putting on her safety helmet next to them as Todd and Charlie wrap their seatbelts around their middle.
They drive one behind the other, car and bike. Sometimes Amy leads the way, teases Todd by making her engine roar. Sometimes Todd leads the way, makes Charlie shriek when he brakes a little too hard for a red light.
He stops in front of his house for a couple of minutes, giving Charlie the time to exchange a few funny anecdotes about him with Amy, and comes back a leash tied around his wrist and a gigantic dog at the other end of it.
Amy lets out a piercing cry, and runs to the dog. He barks cheerfully when he sees her coming.
"Who's the nice boy?" she says, kneeing while patting his large head and kissing his flapping ears. "Who's it?! Who's the nice puppy?"
Trojan doesn't waste an other second to lick her face and Todd pulls him to the backseat before Amy steals his dog. Trojan tries to jump on Charlie but Todd glares at him, so he eventually calms down and enjoys the ride, passing his head by the open window, tongue pulled out.
Amy is the first to park, in one of the very few parking spots at the entrance of the woods, in which they're used to spend some late evenings when they need quiet away from the city. Todd follows suit, and as soon as he opens the door, Trojan jumps out and shakes himself off, jumping around happily.
"Get your dog under control." Charlie jokes as she hops off and shuts her door.
"Why exactly are we coming here?" Todd asks, looking around.
"I just wanted to forget about he-who-mustn't-be-named." Amy replies, carelessly deposing her helmet on her bike.
"And maybe get Lydia back, by any chance?" Charlie suggests.
"Indeed, my dear."
Amy grabs Charlie and Todd's hand and starts to pull them towards the woods. The day is already starting to fall as winter is here, but it's like an other universe in the forest.
The trees seem to suck the light from the sky, radically lowering the luminosity. Birds still chirp but it's like all sound is diminished here. If they could still hear the high road from the parking, now it's like nothing from their past life matters anymore.
Which is exactly what Amy is looking for.
They walk side by side down the path for a while, and eventually step away from it and head into the darker woods. Trojan seems more than happy to smell new kinds of mushrooms and goes to hunt down some.
"Your dad'll notice your absence, you know." Charlie says quietly as Trojan chases after his own tail behind them.
Todd ducks to fit his tall self under a large branch. "I know." he replies just as softly. "It wouldn't be the first time for him to be disappointed in me."
"You can just tell him that Harris tends to exaggerate the facts." Amy says, looking at her feet and feeling guilty for what'll happen to him because of her actions. "Tell him that it was my fault, that I overreacted..."
"Yeah, and he'll just reply that I wouldn't have gotten in trouble if I weren't... friends with you." he lets out a little too sharply. "And then he'll brag about how he should have placed me in a private school, and all that shit. But I'm used to it by now."
Amy sighs. "I can... offer you a room tonight. My parents don't mind, they are very permissive."
"No, better end it sooner." He looks up to the crown of the trees. "I wonder what Harris is going to give us for detention."
"Todd, we're here to relax." Amy smiles. "We don't talk about this now."
"Sorry."
They go back to a comfortable silence, until someone steps on a branch.
"Damnit, David, watch out!"
The trio comes to an halt and Trojan stops chasing after his tail and starts growling. Without a warning, he jumps forward and disappears between the trees.
"It's got the rage!" someone screams.
Trojan yaps angrily and Todd throws himself to this noise, Amy and Charlie following close.
Three lacrosse players, Troye Johnson, Luis Martinez and David White were following them from a hundred feet and are now too busy shivering in fear of Trojan. The giant labrador shows his teeth and barks at them, and Troye tries to grab a stick on the ground but Trojan nibbles his hand, making the boy scream.
"You're a bunch of idiots - Trojan! Sit!" roars Todd as he grabs his pet by the collar and forces him to stay still.
"What are you doing here?!" Charlie shouts as Amy decides to run to Trojan and pet him until he stops barking.
David gets out of the hole in the tree he was hiding into and Luis stops using Troye as a human shield. Troye scratches his head.
"I... we were..." he says, glancing at his friends, like asking for their never coming help.
"Were you following us?!" Todd yells, pulling at Trojan's collar and making the dog bark again despite Amy's attempts.
Troye winces. "Kind of..."
"Why the hell would you do that?!"
"Huh..."
"Chill out, man!" Luis says, making a peace sign. "It's cool, we were just thinking that you might be looking for the naked girl, and so we thought that we could find her too if we followed you, because you're always so badass - right guys?" He nudges David who yelps like he's been kneed in the junk.
"Right." David chokes out. His eyes don't look away from Amy who observes the three lacrosse players with a murder glare, patting Trojan's fur.
"Why do you consider us as badass?" Charlie asks, bewildered.
"You're the power couple, yo!" Luis says, apparently desperately trying to cool the situation. "The redhead and Toddy-"
"Don't call me that-" Todd mutters, tempted to let go of his dog.
"- you kicked Shaun's ass today! It was awesome, there was blood, like, everywhere...!"
David nods, his fearful gaze still locked on Amy like she might suddenly plunge a knife through his heart.
Todd turns his head around to look at Amy and Charlie, completely astonished. "I didn't - I didn't kick Shaun's ass - Amy did it by herself." he says, looking back to them. "And-"
"What is that?!" Amy yells suddenly, springing to her feet. She points at something that David instantly hides behind his back.
"Nothing." he says stupidly.
"It's a camera!" She walks to him and gives him a dirty eye, so he feels obligated to show what he holds in his hand, in fear of getting punched in the nose. "Why do you have a camera?"
"It's to take pictures." Troye says, suddenly not so loudmouth.
"Thank you, captain Obvious." Charlie mutters. "But I don't think you'd take photos of the local nature, would you?"
The three boys look like a kid caught hand in the cookie jar.
"Okay, it's for Lydia. Don't get pissed, miss." Luis replies, too scared to even meet Amy's squint.
"Oh, I will get 'pissed'." Amy says with a humorless laugh. "Why do you need a camera for Lydia?"
But Charlie's already figured it out and growls. "You're disgusting, guys."
Amy frowns. "What-"
"Coach told us that she's butt naked in the woods." Todd lets out and Trojan barks loudly, agreeing with Charlie's disgust.
Amy's mouth falls open. "No!"
"It's the freaking Queen, man!" Luis says, swallowing thickly. "Jackson told us how hot she is and what we missed - it's like not coming to see the fireworks for the 4th of July, every guy wants to see a sexy picture of Lydia!"
If Amy's glare scared them before, they're probably now pissing their pants and calling their mothers for help.
"Get out of my sight." she mutters in a low though distinct voice.
They don't wait for her to repeat and run for their lives.
Todd waits until they've disappeared between the trees. "Can I let go of Trojan?"
"Please do." Amy replies.
The dog instantly runs after the boys, barking angrily. Todd shakes his head. "The smartest ones aren't in the lacrosse team, that's for sure. Muscles and brains don't get along."
"Brainy's cool." Amy decides, hearing Trojan's yaps and the boys' cries with a twisted smile. "Muscles are great too, always come in handy when in need to save the damsel."
"I thought you weren't the damsel?" Charlie asks, surprised.
"Oh, I'm not. I'm the knight coming to save the damsel. Shall we go on?" she then asks.
Todd whistles twice, and Trojan comes back to them, tongue happily hanging out of his mouth. His master murmurs a 'good boy' and ties back the lash around his collar. He doesn't want to him to attack other idiots.
They walk around a little more, until they can see that they've reached the other side of the woods and the cemetery.
They don't notice it's the cemetery right away because of the huge crowd of reporters and media vans all around the place.
Amy pulls Todd and Charlie both down, and they crouch behind a tree, avoiding the looks of the policemen guarding the perimeter. Todd puts a hand before Trojan's mouth and keeps his dog between his legs.
Apparently McCall and Stilinski had the same idea and are ducking behind a stone angel, thirty feet away from them.
"What's going on?" Charlie asks, observing the flashes of the cameras with a furred brow.
"It's Kate Argent." Amy whispers.
"What, her burial?"
"Yes." "She's getting a proper burial?!"
"Shut up." Todd hisses.
Charlie is about to get offended but he points at the sheriff who's heading their way.
They all let out a heavy sigh of relief when he catches both Scott and Stiles by the collar, looking thoroughly peeved.
"So that's why Allison seemed particularly sad today." Todd says once the sheriff has locked his son and the best friend of his son inside his police car.
Charlie stares around at the Argent family inside the graveyard. To her surprise, there are actual bodyguards looking after the grandfather, father, mother and daughter alone. She knew Allison's family had money, but not that much.
"Sad's an euphemism." she says as Allison looks down at her aunt's grave, looking depressed.
"Well she's learned that her aunt's a psychopath and lost her best friend in almost the same day." empathizes Amy. "Thank god Scott is here to cheer her up."
Charlie snorts. 'Cheer up' isn't the expression she would have used.
Next to her, Todd doesn't look at the Argent family but at someone in the crowd instead. He presses his lips together, his gaze hardening, but doesn't say anything.
"Well, it was fun." Charlie says, as they scuttle away from the cemetery.
Todd lets go of Trojan who gets to pee happily on a mushroom.
"Do we wander about for a little more or do we head back?" the bookworm asks. She hadn't planned to camp in the woods while getting dressed this morning and a chilly winter breeze has fun rising goosebumps on her arms even though they're covered by her sweatshirt sleeves.
"I don't know-" Amy says, clearly not wanting to go home.
Todd doesn't seem to be eager to as well.
"It's going to drop under 40 tonight." complains Charlie.
Amy seems to think about it, but she's interrupted by Scott and Stiles breaking out of the police car and scurrying away from the graveyard, passing by them by twenty feet only. Trojan tries to jump at them, growling, but this time Todd grabs his collar. Trojan keeps sniffing the air even after they're long gone, his tail sweeping the leaves with agitation.
"One of them is going to drop dead one day." Charlie says.
"Maybe..." Amy slowly says. "Until then, they're living a spy movie-like life. Pretty awesome!"
Todd squints. "It's not -"
"You know, maybe we should to this more often." Amy continues as they slowly but surely go back to the little path inside the woods. "Explore the city, discover unfound mysteries, rescue lost girls..."
"We haven't found Lydia..."
"Yeah, but isn't it thrilling? You can't tell me that this doesn't make you want to be Indiana Jones. Or a superhero! We could be vigilantes, walking around in masks and saving people, and when the newspapers would mention us, we would be called the Blurry Faces." She flails her arms around, her pale face reddening with excitation.
Todd bites his smirk. Amy nudges him playfully. "Okay, this is kinda cool." he lets out.
Charlie rolls her eyes, although she can't help it but smile too. "Where is this sudden inspiration coming from?"
Amy shrugs, joyfully scampering in front of them. "I guess I should fancy walk in the woods with you three more often." she says as she crouches a second to pat Trojan's large head.
"I think it's called werifesteria." Charlie thinks out loud.
"Bless you?" Todd says, quirking an eyebrow.
Charlie chuckles. "It's an old word, that means wandering through the woods in search of secrets."
Amy nods, smiling. "I like it. Werifesteria." She tastes the sound of the word by rolling her tongue on the multiple r. "Sounds like werewolf."