❪ 004 | breadsticks & theories❫
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A FAMILY FRIENDS DINNER is something every suburban household trows atleast once.

In our case, a little more than once. More so every week, if not every couple days.

The Klumps and Brown family have a long standing relationship. It all started when both moved into their first homes right across from each other.

Two young woman whom stood out as a sore thumb with their big pregnant bellies trying to navigate this chaotic time of moving while carrying.

It had trumped a weird sense of commaratery. Being able to walk across the street and have a friendly face to always be there to help. To talk to.

The young woman bounded. And so did their children. Often you asked yourself if you and Midge would have been friends if you hadn't grown up together.

Neither of you two knew if you had but you were just glad you did.

"Okay, I got the banguettes." Miss Klump announces walking in through the front door, "And dips." Midge calls, not far behind.

"I got the grill on." mom calls.

"You mean dad does." Trev corrected.

"Hey."

Feeling a sudden sting on your buttocks, you rub it, "Hey." the girl grinned.

"You stood to nice for me not to."

Rolling your eyes, you chuckle softly. Valerie walks down the stairs with Melody in toe, "Room for one more?" Mel asks.

"Always."

We all ate and had a good night, a fresh breath between all the heart aching events that happened and will continue to happen.

"Did you hear about Veronica and Archie in the closet?" Val asks the teens amongst us, "Don't you mean her and Chuck?" Midge correct.

"Chuck Clayton?"

Where she nods at eagerly, "They were seen talking in the student lounge."

"That doesn't say anything." Trev denies, which is true. But Midge would run with any speculation, "You never know." she shrugs.

Rolling your eyes, you swallow your bread, "Can't we talk about other things." you grown.

"Where do you want to talk about?"

"I don't know, maybe about the fact that there is a murderer on the loose." you offer.

"Jason drowned, honey." Val denies. Her brows furrowing gently at my bold assumptions, "We don't know that."

"If there was a murderer there would be a town wide curvue and more things in place." dad adds.

"Or they want to keep it hushed, not cause panic." mom contradicts.

"Exacly."

Looking at my mum, his wife, dad tilts his head, "You're fueling her." he mumbles, "Oh, don't worry about it," Miss Klump denies, waving off my dad's worry, "we were just as curious at that age. Let them fantasies."

"Thank you, and let's. Because I have many theories as to who could have done it."