This isn't the special chapter, just part of the plot ; )

♢♡Craig♡♢

The next day is all the same as the last two, go to school, talk to the others during break, go back to classes, then go home. But it's Friday today, and everyone is excited for the weekend.

I walk towards the carriage, Jonathan and Luke bouncing next to me. They have to come home with me to pick up the slave, Brian reminded me his name is Marcel. Well Jonathan doesn't have to attend but he very much wants to. "This 'ekend you should come t' our estate! It ain't as large, of course, but it's quite nice and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself!" Jonathan beams, jumping up and down.

"Thank you Jonathan, but I think I should stay home and explore further. Not only that, but I want to be ready if Tyler decides to show up and sass me again" I answer him, waiting for him to frown only to see him scowl. Is he mad at me? We climb into the carriage, the three of us, and I get my answer. "He spoke to you!?" He fumes, Luke slapping his arm. "Hush, Jonathan" He warns lowly, but Jonathan's top has already been blown.

"No! That faggot spoke to you!? Did y' speak back?!" Jonathan demands, a growl in his throat. "A little, but only to tell him to leave. I'm alright, Jonathan, I can care for myself" I say, holding my hands in my lap. "See, Jon? Leave the boy be. I'm sure Tyler 'as learned 'is place now" Luke says softly, obviously the more level head out of the pair. "Fine. I don't like that boy, though. Livin' in defiance of god like that" Jonathan grumbles, crossing his arms.

Luke frowns and I chuckle a little. "Jonathan, I've never heard someone swear like you. I think it's you whose living in defiance of god, sir" I tell him, smirking when he shoots me a glare. "'E's got a point, Jon" Luke laughs, agreeing. The carriage rolls to a stop and we all climb out, glancing around again. "Brian said he'd meet us around back and call the slave over from his chores" I say, leading the boys around to the back of the house.

"'At's a lotta cotton sheets" Jonathan laughs, looking up at where they're drying. "I reckon so, it's a cotton factory 'ere" Luke adds, teasing. I laugh lightly as Jonathan scowls at being the butt of another joke, stuffing his hands in his pockets and looking the other way. "Tomorrow, you two should come around with Brock and Evan. I'll give you a better tour, if you'd stop complaining about your bones" I grin, which makes him light up.

I bring them onto the porch when I spot Brian, smiling at him. "Is the slave ready to go?" I ask, looking around. I don't see him. Luke is looking around two, while Jonathan situates himself in one of the wicker chairs. "Yes sir, I believe so. I'll go find him, if he stayed where I told him to" Brian says, hopping down the steps and entering the cotton maze. "You never told me why you wanted this particular slave, Luke" I inquire, even Jonathan leans closer to hear.

"I don' quite have a reason, Craig. I jus' didn't like the way 'e was shakin', I guess" Luke shrugs. We turn when Jonathan snorts, looking up at us with evil eyes. "You're startin' t' sound like Tyler, Luke" He says, but not like he's talking to his brother, more like he's warning him. "I'm quite far from that, I'm sure" Luke snaps back, growling. Jonathan backs down, the weaker of the pair.

Brian is in front of us again, holding the slave's shoulder. "Mister Luke, this here is Marcel, the slave you asked me for." He says as the slave looks away, shaking again. "Thank you, Brian" Luke says, walking down the steps and up to the slave. The slave, Marcel, glances up before his eyes widen and he quickly looks back down, biting on his bottom lip. I see Luke frown again.

"Come on now, you'll be comin' home wit' my brother and I. I'll be in charge of ya, just this way" Luke says, grabbing Marcel's shoulder and directing him towards the carriage. "I'll see y' tomorrow, Craig. If y' see Tyler again tell me and I'll shoot 'im" Jonathan jokes, or at least I think he is. Then they're gone, and Brian stands next to me. "Anything you'd like me to do, sir?" He asks, rubbing his thumb against the palm of his opposite hand. "Not tonight Brian, no"