15- I Call Shotgun

                                    

                                          
Daisy's Pov:
So... I guess he did like me after all. 
I sat on my bed, hugging my knees and covering my blushing face. No one was in the room, but I was trying so hard not admit it, even to myself. I might...possibly...like...him back? That's ridiculous.
I burried my face in my knees as I blushed a little harder. 
*time skip brought to you by Ellis. He had a wonderful time at his neighbor's house, and he thinks he may like her. And now, back to our regularly scheduled program...*
"There's something's different. What's happened since I've seen you last?"
My grandma had come over for her biweekly afternoon with us. Dad didn't get home til later, so she and I got to hang out for a while. And somehow she always had the uncanny ability to spot anything I was hiding.
"What do you mean?" I was trying SO hard to keep my smile down. It wasn't terrible; it was down to just a little smirk.
"You're a terrible bluffer. Did someone ask you out?"
"No!" Yeah, I gave it away. 
She smirked. "Kissed someone?"
"No..." 
"Anyone I've shipped you with before?"
I started to panic. "That depends on how many people you've shipped me with."
She looked up, thinking. "Well, there was... and... oh, and... I think six?"
My mouth dropped open. "Six? Six??!"
My grandma shrugged. "Over the years."
I can't believe she's shipped me with that many people without my knowledge. It's scandalous!
"Wait. Let me guess."
Oh joy.
A smile slowly crossed her face. "The one in the Badjers. Joe."
"How do you know?! How do you always know?"
"I am the shipmaster! I am Cupid! And don't you ever forget it!"
I huffed a slightly annoyed puff, though I couldn't stay annoyed for long.
"Do you like him?"
"No!"
"Are you sure?"
"No." Is anyone ever sure of anything in these matters? Definitely not I. 
"So who made the first move?"
Blushing, I took my plate of sandwich and chip and turned to a seat so she wouldn't see my face. "He did."
"Ah! A right chap, good choice."
"I didn't—choose—"
Oh, whatever.

Joe's Pov:
"Joe?"
"Hmm?"
"I said, could you please pass the syrup?"
"Oh. Sure." I handed her the bottle and watched as she poured three times the amount needed on her pancake.
"So what's the plan today?"
Mom was gone at work for the day (which was normal), so I was in charge of Kinsley. Again. I didn't really mind too much, at least today. It depended a lot on what kind of day it was, and today was a pretty good day, actually. It'd been a little while since I'd waken up relatively with bright eyes and bushy tailed, so to speak. And sure, it might have something to do with last night.