SOMETHING BIG.

                 A smile fluttered onto her features as she heard the deep laugh, something that her ears came used to hearing, used to enjoying the more and more it was given. Sharp eyebrows stayed slightly raised on her forehead as she waited for an answer, only causing her shoulders to fall in a fake disappointment. “Rude,” she stated before tilting her head to the side, soft curls moving around her shoulders. The question caused her smile to fall, she couldn’t remember the last time she was okay. “Better than yesterday. Slept for a bit, which is improvement.”

               Looking up from the froyo she had been swirling around in the cup for the past few moments, she allowed a small smile to finally form on her lips; even the slight brush of his fingertips on her cheek caused the usually confident witch to have what many mundanes called butterflies. “Why thank you,” she said before letting her usual smirk rest upon her lips. “Think I have something right here, too. Wanna get that as well?” Lifting her manicured finger to her glossed lips.

“Seriously—the worst feeling in the world is when you see what you think is a chocolate chip cookie but it’s oatmeal raisin instead.”

“They aren’t that bad — they’re good, actually. Maybe you got them from a bad place?”

( “Nope. We’re talking about this – and I’ll take that as a no, because you’d have shut me down a lot faster if you had and it had gone horribly wrong.” ) Clem waggled the chip at him before biting it in half. ( “What are you waiting for?” )

“I’m not waiting for anything.” He only grumbled further, slowly moving to resemble the behavior of that of a child. He had such a hard time admitting things to the world — and to himself, it was his achilles heel. But this was his friend, one that’d been there since he was a kid, and she was only trying to help... in her strange, aggressively forward way. “I don’t know how to bring that topic up... it’d be awkward.”

“Is that a nice thing coming from your mouth?” Hailee tilted her chin up into the air with a proud smirk dancing on her lips, perhaps the first one since her parent’s funeral. She just needed to move forth, it was what had to happen after the kind of loss that she had gone through, “Because I can’t afford my parents house and they didn’t pay off their mortgage. And I am not made out of money – hence the move.” 

Ethan crossed his arms over his chest, eyeing Danny as he struggled to find the words he wanted to say. The blonde was hardly amused by his response, and while there was a clear sense of innocence radiating off of him, Ethan couldn’t help but think he was being a smart ass. “Is that supposed to be a joke?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. “Define much for me.”

His throat was dry in an instant, was there really any way to go about saying it? The feeling — or rather, feelings, plural — that he had for Tatum, would he be able to admit that? He tried to keep a look of fear off his face, because Ethan Fontaine should not have felt like a threat. “No,” clearing his throat, he looked away for a moment to find his bearings. “No... she’s a good person. I... like her.”

Ethan didn’t know much about Danny, besides the fact that he was relatively quiet yet somehow struck up some sort of friendship with arguably his loudest sibling. He was slower than most, he made that apparent from the way he was struggling with his words, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be up to something. “Unless you’ve been spending time with Savannah and Wisteria too, I was under the impression Tatum was the only option.”

He shifted on his feet uncomfortably. The other wasted no time, he got right to the point. The directness had to be a family trait, it wasn’t just Tatum that exuded the special kind of confidence, there was no other conclusion his mind could come to in the moment. Though he was put on the spot, Danny thought he should try his best as to not appear the most uncomfortable. Try to make a good impression and all. “No,” he spoke clearly this time, and shook his head slowly. “My intentions… I’m not trying to do — much.”

“Danny.” Ethan called out, quickly closing the space between him and the much taller male. “Just the man I was looking for. You’ve been spending quite a bit of time with my sister, more than usual. I don’t have much interest in beating around the bush, so I’ll get right to it, what are your intentions with her?”

The human staggered back slightly, the quick approach from the older man doing little less than frightening him. Like a mouse to an elephant. “Uh — hello, Ethan.” The broken sentence sounded from him. Danny could speak to a room of strangers just fine, it was one on one interactions that got the better of him. He’d only ever spoken to Ethan in passing, very few words exchanged between the two if any at all. “I’m not — um, Tatum?” He could have slapped a palm to his forehead, because who else would he have been referring to?

SEX:

Who is on top? — You know it’s Tatum don’t play

Who is the one to instigate things? — Tatum DON’T PLAY

How healthy is their sex life? —Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 she made him realize how great sex is, she a freak | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? — Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? — Twelve hours

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? — Yessir

How rough are they in bed? — Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? — No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

                The ticking of the clock that was over the bar sounded loud in her head, despite being unable to actual hear it as the high subsided with the fries that were moving through her stomach in that moment. Thankful that it was Danny that was across from her in that moment, her face almost falling as all the realization came at once, the anxious state of mind racing as she thought of Wren and if he was alright or how the rest of her siblings were taking it late at night. The blasting music that surrounding them sounded silent, as she sat there, eyes completely focused on the hand that was handed out to her but her whole body unable to actually move as her mind took hold of her momentarily to remind her of the flames the engulfed both of her parents in front of her own very eyes as the flashing lights on the dance-floor began to switch between bright red and fire-y orange. Trembling back into her own body, Tatum finally stood up without taking hold of Danny’s hand at first, watching him throw the bills onto the table despite her earlier statement of paying for the food that she would order herself at the bar. “Danny —-,” she finally said loud enough for him to hear it in a faint whisper, allowing her hand to feel his physical contact as her hand fell down into his, fingers freezing from the immense amount of emotions that were rushing through her body at once as the sense of relief was thrown out the window without even one last joint in her pocket to make it stop for the night. “I can’t go home,” she admitted, allowing her glistened eyes to look up at him, almost begging him to agree to her terms. “Look —- I won’t try anything, okay? I’ll literally sit on the other end of the couch and —- and I’ll get Wren to pick me up when the bar closes or — I’ll cab. I won’t do anything, —- just please?” She begged, pressing her lips together tightly and hoping she wouldn’t need to pull the tears to show him how terrified she was to step a foot into the families house without her mind foggy or breath smelling of alcohol.