"You hotwired a car?" I asked as we walked to Will's house.

"Not my idea." Will shrugged it off.

"Please tell me you at least returned the car." I pleaded, getting more and more disappointed in him.

"Eh." He pet Monsieur Leggy, ignoring my concern. "Five said he did."

That sure did give me relief. Not.

"So where exactly is your house?" I asked.

"Up ahead." His attention never left his creepy pet. Why was I feeling jealous of it? It's not like I like him paying attention to me!

"Earth to Will, where is it?!" I demanded.

"Calm down, Goldie." Will put the spider on his shoulder. "Oh, we're here."

I looked up at the said house. It was two stories, painted a nice cream color. There weren't too many lights on inside, and even from here I could smell food. In front of the house was a large, well kempt garden.

"This is your garden?" I stooped down to look at some roses.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't touch that!" Will snapped, pushing my hand away when I tried to pluck a rose.

"Sorry." I mumble. Why was he so protective of roses that hadn't even bloomed yet? I didn't even register that the thorns were silver.

"Those are just beginning to grow. Don't touch anything I tell you not to. Got it?" He then dragged me up to the front door.

"Fine, fine, I get it." Seriously, he was way too protective of his plants.

"Missy, get back!" I looked up at Will trying to keep a large, long legged spider from escaping the house.

"That's Missile Launcher?" I guessed.

"Yeah, do you wanna pet her?" Will held up the giant spider.

My stomach turned. "No thanks."

Will set down the spider, disappearing into the house. "Dad, I'm home!"

Cautiously, I went in, shutting the door behind me so Missy doesn't get out.

In the kitchen, Will and an older man were talking, probably about how Will invited a guest, AKA me.

"Oh, you must be Henry." The man caught sight of me. "My name's Pit Trappe."

If it wasn't for Pit's long blond hair that could only be described as yellow that was put in a ponytail, plus his ice blue eyes and black scar under his eye, I would have assumed they were the same person years apart. 

"That's me, sir." This must be where Will got his Southern twang. Pit's accent was stronger than my confusion.

"No need for formality, just call me Pit." For some reason, Pit had a sprig of wheat hanging out of his mouth. Occasionally the wheat flicked, as though it was a tongue. Weird...

"Apologies, Pit." Why did this guy look ready to bite my head off?

"Dad, is dinner ready?" Will interrupted. For once, I was grateful for that.

"In a bit, baby, go get your brothers." Pit replied.

As Will went up the stairs, he scooped me up and held me.

"L-let me go!" I squirmed, blood rushing to my face. 

"Then hurry up, slowpoke!"

He set me down, racing me up the stairs.