A little…
“dont worry sugar you can hold my hand. if you get real scared you can snuggle me. kiss me in dark corners away from the monsters.”
“shut up, dave."
He waggles his eyebrows at you in the rearview mirror. You shake your head, unsuccessfully stifling a laugh.
“at least i won’t die first.” you stick your tongue out at him.
“and whys that john? is that racism i hear?”
Jade giggles. “maybe i’ll die first. you don’t know what ethnicity these ghosts are after, john!”
“maybe theyre not after ethnicities at all. maybe theyre after small racist jewish boys or lesbians with ghost kinks.”
Rose harrumphs. “Excuse you, Dave. I am into demonicentities not ghosts, thank you very much.”
Jade bites on her lower lip, then bursts out in laughter. She had a strange way of finding humor in a lot of things. Especially Rose’s straight-man foil to Dave, which was admittedly hilarious. It must’ve been contagious, because soon Dave started snickering too and you finally couldn’t stand to stifle your giggles, glancing over at Rose who was wearing a small smile and still drawing that book of hers.