Wait, what? Two photostories in a row? I can’t even remember the last time I did that! Well, you are about to find some of my deep, dark secrets… Okay, not really, but you will find out something you’ve been dying to know 😉
“Hey, Delle. That guy over there keeps looking around the diner. Think he’s up to something?” Eli asked his older sister.
Riven-Delle casually looked over to where the guy was sitting. She guessed he was an older teen. Maybe 16 or 17? He seemed kind of suspicious- mostly cause he was wearing a black leather jacket.
They quickly turned their gaze away from him when they noticed he was looking at them.
The teen guy stood up, his food gone except for a few fries and a little left of his grape soda.
Then Riven-Delle casually watched as he walked away from the bar and went out the door.
“Eli, stay here.” Riven-Delle instructed. “I’m gonna go talk to him.”
“Uh, I don’t think you should do that, Delle. He’s obviously not a good guy. It’s not safe.” said Elijah. Riven-Delle didn’t listen, though.
Riven-Delle followed the guy out the door and watched him for any strange behavior. “It seems safe.” She thought.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Riven-Delle called out and he paused abruptly, as though thinking “Oh no. I m caught.”
“You talking to me?” He inquired as he turned to face her.
“Yeah, I am. You just left the diner without paying.” She stated firmly.
He chuckled and turned his head away.
“Look, don’t say anything about this to anyone. I need to get out of here.” He said urgently.
“What’s your hurry?” She asked.
“I need to help my friend. He’s sick.” He informed.
“Sure he is.” Elijah said as he walked up.
“I told you to wait for me.” Riven-Delle scolded.
“I think he’s just making all this up to get away.” Eli said bluntly.
“Actually, I’m not, kid. My friend really is sick.” He stated.
“Look, I don’t have time to chat with a couple of kids. I gotta get going.” He said, turning to leave.
“I don’t think you should be talking to us that way. I’m actually 14, how old are you?” Riven-Delle inquired.
“16. And before you ask, my name is Weston.” He introduced.
“Well, here’s the thing Weston. If you don’t have any money, I’ll pay the bill for you. And I won’t turn you in.” Riven-Delle offered kindly.
Weston turned away with a sigh. Inside he felt guilty because he did have the money, but he couldn’t tell them that. He needed to get back home and help his friend. “Deal.” He agreed.
And that was the last word they heard him say.
“I hope he’ll be okay.” Riven-Delle said.
“I hope we see him again. I just need to touch that hair. How does he get it to stay up like that?” Eli wondered and Riven-Delle just laughed. She hoped to see him again, too, mostly because she felt sorry for him. She hoped he would turn from his wrong ways…
YES!! I MADE A BOY DOLL!! I’ve been planning to make him for months now, but I was finally able to do it today! I’m just so in love with him. He’s so amazing!! 😀
I’ll be posting pics soon of the customization process 😉
Do you want a boy doll? What would you want him to look like?
P.S. I also apologize for the first few photos. The lighting in my room is terrible….