New Directions

Shiloh was working hard at work. Okay, so that was a lie, she was just sitting at the cash register, stacking guitar picks on top of each other seeing how high she could get it before it fell over. While she had to admit, working during the summer sucked at times, it did make it easier working for her dad who went into his office and pretended she was actually doing work. They both knew she was just goofing around, but it wasn't like they had constant customers. She was decent a worked when they actually had customers, at least she hadn't started telling them they were morons yet, even if she did think it half the time.

Grabbing another pick out of the fish bowl that had an assortment of picks, she placed it on her stack. It wiggled at first before it stilled. God she was bored.

Blake had gone and scared some rather aggressive squirrels out of his treehouse, and has since moved to sitting on the front porch, waiting for Shiloh. He was annoyed with how nervous he was, but it wasn't anything he could help. At least he was fairly confident in his hugging ability. Plus he had oreos, and those were always helpful in slightly awkward situations.

You give good hugs and have an awesome treehouse, buck up he mentally chastised himself, pulling his hat down lower.