Chapter Thirteen

We all laughed at her silly suggestion as Dan smiles and shakes his head in amusement at being compared to hulk by a four-year-old.

"So, Kennedy, what does that make me? Superman." Eli enthusiastically comments, his posture changing into a different position as he moves his arms into the superman pose. He had a huge grin on his face, nodding his head and wiggling his eyebrows as if he was correct.

His response only made Dan scoff, taking a large sip of his coke.

"Donald duck." Kenny chirps, a wide smile on her face.

Eli's expression was met with disgust, not impressed with the four-year olds suggestion. His face completely dropping with his voice stuttering, reminding me of a minion from despicable me as he shouted "What?"

Dan choked on his drink, making us all laugh harder, even when we all thought we had gained our composure back, we hadn't. "Quack, quack bitch." Dan whispers lowly, so everyone but Kennedy could hear.

Once we had finished our food, we threw our empty packaging away