When she looked down, she saw none other than--
"Jesse?" Becky said, squinting in the moonlight, staring down at the familiar figure.
"Becky! Get down here, pleeeeease?" her best friend begged, lowering his BB gun, a small pout tugging at his lips.
Becky gave a small laugh and pushed her hair behind her ear, "Why?" she asked, pulling at the sleeves of her hoodie.
"It's November 12th." Jesse said, raising his eyebrows up at her, acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was to him.
Beck let out a low breath, her heart skipping a beat, "Oh. No, Jesse. Please don't make me do this." she said as a frown took over her face, crossing her arms nervously.
Jesse furrowed his eyebrows suddenly, hitting the side of his leg with his BB gun, "Becky, you're the only one who will actually do this.. please? I can't do it alone."
Becky sighed and looked out across the dark street, squinting into the distance, trying to make out the cemetery that was just across and down the street from her house. She hated what she about to agree to do, but she couldn't back out on Jesse. He was her best friend, at all.
"Okay, give me two seconds." Becky said, glancing down at him before withdrawing from the window, shutting it quickly and closing her curtains. She walked across her small room and grabbed some socks from her dresser, pulling them on, then sliding on a pair of slippers before walking out of her room. She was outside in her side yard, standing next to Jesse before she knew.
"Okay, lets just go and get this over with." She said softly, crossing her arms, a small frown on her face.
"Thanks." Jesse said, making a face at her before he turned on his heels and started walking away from her house, down towards the cemetery.
Becky rolled her eyes to herself before quickly rushing after him, keeping her arms crossed tightly across her chest, ducking her head down in the wind. She caught up to him and slowed her pace, taking a deep breath, "Jesse, you're only 17. You can't figure this all out on your own, you know." she said, for what felt like the millionth time.
Ever since Jesse's mother had been mysteriously killed when he was 11, he'd been trying to solve the murder on his own. And every year on November 12th, the day she died, Jesse went to her grave to try and find more evidence, or... Becky wasn't really sure. He always had some ritual. She hated having to go with him, the whole thing kind of creeped her out.
Jesse turned to Becky, opening his mouth to say something, when suddnely....
stalk on, Rosie. the fowl sits. (im sorry i can't stop quoting much ado about nothing because every line will be stuck in my head forever. y'all need to come see it, by the way. we open the 13th and have shows the 14th, 19th, and 20th...I believe. idk. more information will be given out soonish)
xoxo,
mercy
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