“Good idea,” Blaine says, as he strolls out the door with a full wine glass. “I don’t know what exactly, but good idea.”
“You’ve had enough,” Crystal says, pulling the glass from his hand, only to take a sip herself. “Oh! Great flavor.”
“I wanna taste,” Orion says, stealing the glass from his mom’s hand.
“Can we get started or not?” Nathan asks, tapping his foot.
Dylan hands the button to his daughter and says, “Push this.”
She grabs it with both hands and closes her eyes while she presses it. The fireworks all go off at the same time and when her eyes open up the happiness on her face is as spectacular as the fireworks itself.
“Whooo! Oh yeah!” she squeals out loud, like a kid who just lit her very first fire, and it makes me smile from ear to ear.
Goddamn fiery fucking thing of mine.
Levi
We all siton the grass watching the fireworks above. The installation her dad built is lasting a full ten minutes so far.
“It must’ve cost a fortune to put this all up, not to mention time. You never told me your dad was a fireworks enthusiast,” Grey says. “How does he even do this?”
“He’s a pyrotechnician,” Aspen responds.
“A what now?”
I laugh. “It means someone who’s a specialist in creating fireworks displays. That’s his job.”
“Ahh … Guess you learn something new every day,” Grey says.
“It’s not a profession people often choose.” She shrugs. “But I know my dad. This was the only option.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, let’s just say he loves fire a little too much.” She laughs to herself.
“Ah, well that explains it,” Grey says while staring at the sky above, where millions of lights explode.
“Explains what?” She looks at him.
“Be careful, Ghost-boy, you’re playing with fire,” Apollo warns him with a grin.
“He means you tried to set fire to the Phantom Society,” I explain.
“Damn right and you know exactly why,” she says, folding her arms.
“Goddamn pyro,” Apollo says. “Love it.”
“Stop calling me Ghost-boy because I have white hair,” Grey growls.
“You prefer cuck?” Apollo raises a brow.
Grey’s jaw drops. “We’re at a family thing!”
“You think I care what they think?” Apollo says.
“Who’s a cuck?” Xavier asks as he leans in.
“You,” Grey lies.
