As you rounded a corner, you bumped into your eight year old cousin, Tim. Tim, like yourself was the only guys, and non-blond members in your family. That was where the similarities ended, as Tim was a pest. He was in the whole 'girls are alien creatures and must be teased' phase, which was something he was quite effective at doing. You looked around to see if anyone was with him, but saw nobody.
Slightly alarmed that he was alone, you demanded, "Are you insane? What are you doing alone?"
"Brooke dragged me here. No way I'm going to be going into some cootie ridden shop with her" Tim said. You and Harry shook your heads.
"You better come with us" you said, giving Harry an apologetic look. Harry brushed it off; he knew you had to drag Tim along.
"So where are you going, John" Tim asked slightly timidly. At least one good thing had happened since Mel's return from wherever she had gone to; Tim was a lot more respectful of you since you threatened to tell everyone that his taunting of girls was just a cover for the ones he secretly liked. It made your life more peaceful.
"Helping Harry. We're going to the antique shop. Forester's Antiques" you said.
Tim's eyes flew open. "Don't take me there" he pleaded with a strange urgency.
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