(005)

{By some curse, he likes you.}

Each light foot step you took was monitored by striking blue eyes. Irises that had an instinct to kill never left your bodice, like an ongoing dance of gaze.

Glen didn't exactly know what he was looking at when he first saw you, but he didn't mind the sight. As always the family seems to always be connected through Lottie, his younger sister. Glenda can't get over one of her friends which is now her girlfriend, and now it's his turn. Together, you and Lottie sit in the living room. Drawing or some shit. Is what he tells himself in his mind. Glen occupies the Television to play whatever game he has downloaded on his console.

Honestly he was happy you weren't paying any attention to him. But, he was certainly paying attention to you. Peering at you wasn't an ideal feat for his game. He never sucked this much at Cult of the Lamb. By some unfortunate event, his notorious dad plopped a decent way from him on the couch. Nothing gets past Chucky. Each stolen glance towards you, each shift in the irises of his eyes paused Charles Lee Ray from sipping the coffee in his Killer mug. Just like that. Glen was revealed, and his dad had to suppress a look of surprise.

Of course you were oblivious to the whole thing. But a Ray always knows, Lottie included. Somehow the few best friends she has always end up getting adopted by her family one way or another. This is the second time it's happened. You both continued to draw. Sometimes switching the page to continue each other's drawing. Both of you sharing an pair of earbuds with her playlist playing. Sure you've been alone with Glen before, he is your best friend's brother. Still. There isn't much you know about the guilt boy. Other than the things she's told you.

When the Mother of the ray Household comes in with groceries, Chucky stands to help. Lottie does as well, but a firm pat on Geln's arm prevents him from leaving this moment. You were going to go help to, like usual. But Mrs. Ray shouted on her sweet voice. 'No, that's ok Darlin'. We got it.' Leaving You and Glen alone. Staring at each other. Him intensely, you?. . .unsure of why he's peering into your soul. Suddenly he spoke. Patting the empty space next to him.

". . .C'mere"