surprised!â
âSURPRISE!â Frankie jumped out of the hall closet just as Charlie walked in from the kitchen eating a piece of cake.
âYeah, surprise,â he said through a mouthful.
âUch!â Frankie made a disgusted sound and frowned. âCharlie, you are like, be-yond .â
Dante turned to see what the fuss was about. âThatâs not even your cake.â
Charlie managed to look slightly sorry. âI couldnât help it. I was starving. She took too long to get here.â
Mac was surprised. She never expected this.
âItâs no biggie,â Dante said, guiding her into the kitchen. âJust a small party. Teensy, actually. Itsy bitsy.â
âLike the spider,â Charlie said. Dante stuck his tongue at him. Charlie harrumphed back and peeked out the window. âWell, turns out it might be slightly larger than bitsy,â he said. âI kind of mentioned it to a couple of people.â
Dante looked horrified. âYou what? This is just for us. Youâre barely here on a pass, Charlie. Besides, my parents are gone.â
Charlie gave him a look that said thatâs the whole point.
The doorbell rang. Charlie went to answer it, but Dante planted his outstretched hand in the middle of Charlieâs chest and stopped him mid-stride. â My house.â
It was two girls from the middle school. They giggled when Dante opened the door. âWe heard there was a big party here tonight,â one girl said.
âYou heard wrong,â Dante replied, and closed the door. Turning to Charlie, he said, âTell the same thing to every person that rings that bell, you hear me? Frankie and I are going upstairs to give Mac the thing.â He glared at Charlie, daring him to ruin that surprise, too.
The three of them started making their way up to Danteâs room. He lived in a big Victorian farmhouse that had a finished attic. Dante had taken it over for his room, and it was the perfect hideaway, even though it was four steep flights up.
Winded, Frankie said, âNo wonder youâve got such excellent endurance. I shouldâve come here and run these stairs to get in shape for the trip.â
âI know, but itâs totally worth it. I can blast my music and never get âturn down that noise!ââ
Frankie snorted. âI have no idea what that would be like. Dude, I canât listen to anything without them doing this,â she said, twisting her hand as though it were turning an invisible knob. She cranked the imaginary dial around and around until she stopped, held it in front of her, and said, âOops. I broke it off.â
The last flight of stairs led to a small sitting room. âThis is awesome, D,â Frankie said, looking around. âWhoa, you have your own living room. Do you, like, sleep in here?â
Dante pointed to a door behind a column in the back of the room. âThatâs my bedroom. This,â he said with a sweep of his arm, âis where I entertain my guests.â
Frankie smiled and turned to Dante, and gave him a little shoulder shove. âYou are too school for cool, D.â
They sat on the purple shag rug and leaned against the little sofa heâd lugged up there from the Salvation Army and reupholstered with duct tape.
In front of them was a mini pillow fort. Three green pillows leaned on each other in teepee fashion, and an old teddy bear lay face down over the top. With a great flourish, Dante whipped away the bear to reveal a brown cardboard shipping box. Frankie handed the gift to Mac. She squinted at the tiny words written all over it.
âFrankie, this is you, right? Youâre the only one I know with handwriting in, like, a size six font.â
âYeah, well,â Frankie said, âwe all wrote it, Iâm just the one who took the dictation.â
Mac read aloud, âTo our fearless, fearsome leader, Mackenzie âSkaterâ Douglasâthanks for
Simon Scarrow
Mary Costello
Sherryl Woods
Tianna Xander
Holly Rayner
Lisa Wingate
James Lawless
Madelynne Ellis
Susan Klaus
Molly Bryant