"You are so weird!"
Charlie looked up at Jazz with his pencil resting between his upper lip and his nose. "Huh?"
She pointed down at his sketch. "We were supposed to be drawing our innermost fears.
"Yeah. So?" The crease between his eyes told her he thought she was the weird one. She shook her head at him.
Pointing at his drawing she asked, "You're afraid of popcorn?"
He moved the pencil from his upper lip to between his teeth to chomp on it. He pulled it out and tapped the paper. "Not eating it, but the sound it makes when it cooks."
"The pop scares you?"
"Yeah. I also hate bubble wrap and those little caps kids throw on the ground at the flea market."
"Do you have PTSD or something?"
Charlie got a faraway look in his eyes. "When I was a kid some bullies once threw firecrackers at my feet."
"Oh my God! What happened?" Jazz sat down next to him. "Were you hurt?"
He shook his head. "Just scared the crap outta me. Those girls got detention for the entire school year."
"Girls?"
"What about it?" He gave her a wary stare and stuck the pencil back in his mouth.
"Are you afraid of girls, too?"
"Mrbr," he mumbled around the pencil.
"You're not afraid of me are you?" She was shocked.
"Mrbr," he mumbled again sheepishly.
"Let me guess, you're also afraid of ducks and the color purple." Jazz started to laugh until she caught his flushed face.
"How did you know?"
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