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“No, he’s not, and that kind of makes it worse. He nice, and kind, always has been. He’s been more of a parent since we were kids that our Mom ever was. That’s the problem, I don’t deserve him. I just poison our family.”

“As I said,” Wes took yet another step closer to him, ready for the fight to ensue, “I was here first.”

“I’ll put it on my grocery list.” Drake wasn’t getting him a new mug. It would be one of those presents for when he royally fucked up. That or it’ll have his face on it because everyone needed a Drake mug. It was the best edition to any home. “Do you actually get to party or is it all work? I would hate to be stuck at a constant party and never get the chance to enjoy myself.” 

“I was here first, actually. So it’s you who should leave,” Wes countered, taking a step closer to him.

Sloane nodded. “Yeah, I was pretty good on my own anyway,” she replied. She shrugged. “Sort of. We all kind of ended up in Grove. Darcy got here not too long ago, and well Aiden, he kept being my sibling a secret from me for a while. I’ve been kind of icing him out lately.”

“The topic is irrelevant, or you just don’t want to talk to the one person around here who actually knows about this subject?” Wes knew Pj hated him, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try and stand up to him. 

“It’s just no fun trying to steal the last slice when the last slice is yours to begin with– you know what I mean?”

“Yeah– yeah that’s probably it,” she tried to shake the feeling. He could’ve easily been someone she had just passed casually in the street before. Nothing more. But still the feeling seemed to linger. “Well if you want to, then sure,” Alaska chuckled, almost forgetting where they had started. She wasn’t sure what he’d want to know about her but it couldn’t hurt, right? “Ask away.”

“I don’t know, I’ve been through some pretty horrible foster homes. Some of which had me and my siblings separated.”

“Yeah, but first it’s moving out, and then never being able to see each other, in risk of you getting caught. I’d rather give it up, if that meant you’re safe,” Alexa replied. “Besides, it was dumb anyway, I could never be what my parents were.” It felt weird to call them her parents when she knew the truth, that her biological parents were out there somewhere, but they were her parents, at least to her. 

Aurelie shook her head. “No, it’s was a pretty valid and understandable question.”

Drake was hunched over nursing a cup of coffee. He was exhausted from being out the night before. He needed to sleep but he wasn’t ready to, not yet. “Whoever is playing that goddamn  music is going to die. I mean it. I will end them.” He groaned as he threw the mug at the wall. The coffee dripped down the wall into a pool onto the floor. “Sorry, I just hate people sometime.” He sighed leaning back in his seat. “How was your night? Had any fun plans? Late night dips, howling in the moonlight?” He teased weakly. 

“Trust me, I was listening super intently,” Merinda insisted when the other didn’t seem to happy about her disassociating in the middle of them talking to her. “But just for good measure, could you repeat that one more time?”

“Hey, nothing is ridiculous in this town. A lot of weird shit happens so it wouldn’t surprise me if someone around here had fangs.” Danny commented, “But what if you were just really good at covering it up because you didn’t want us to know- in fact, all the things you’re saying right now is exactly what a vampire would say to throw someone off their scent.” Danny continued, making a motion with his hand to gesture he was watching the other. “I guess you’re right, I’m still suspicious though. Not going to get my neck too close to your face.”

“I was going to say, the where is hardly the question you should be asking.” James commented before shrugging, “I was drunk, do you never do random shit when you’re drunk?” He asked, “I had spent an hour talking to the people I was with about how cool it would be to have a penguin as a pet and then I guess I put the money where my mouth is, downside was that I woke up penguin-less and in a holding cell after being arrested.” He continued, a fond expression on his face as he recalled the night and the story he now got to tell because of it. “Fine. Be boring. But I don’t want to traumatize the thing, so I guess the shelter is the sensible route to go down.”

Sloane shrugged. “I tried avoiding it best I can, better than the shitty foster homes they used to put me in.”