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It was a long, uncomfortable night. Sleeping without sheets was a lot more cold than he had given credit for. He arose with a slightly red complexion. His eyes were a tad swollen and throat a bit sore. He sneezed after managing himself off the bed. "Looks like I got a cold. That's perfect." His voice became deeper and congested. Alex got dressed and walked out to meet with Estelle.

She was sitting there all dressed and looked perfectly comfortable. Alex smiled and began to spoke in his sickly voice. "Good morning Estelle. I take it you slept well." He coughed some after stating the obvious. Yup, definitely a cold. Alex wasn't going to do much of anything for a while. But he still had to feed them. "I'll make something for the two of us..."

 

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"Alex. Are you alright?" Estelle said, walking over to him."You look chilled to the bone. Here, come under the blanket." Estelle said, getting up and pushing him gently over to the couch. "You lie down, alright?" Estelle told him, in a motherly like tone. "I'll go make us something to eat. You just sit down ok?" Estelle said. ​

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She also ran out to get Hot Chocolates for them both.It took her a while to figure out where everything was, but she got the hang of it, and made something warm for the both of them to eat.​

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Smiling and she put the food on the table. "Here, drink this." Estelle said, handing him the cup. She knelt down, to put her hand on his forehead. "I think you have a fever. We should get you some medication." Estelle said. ​

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"And some rest." Estelle said. "After breakfast lie down on the couch, I'll take care of the dishes and things. I don't want you straining yourself." Estelle said. They spoke little as they ate, but she took the plates and figured out how to work the dish washer. She went back over to the couch, and felt his forehead again. "How did you manage to get sick this fast?" Estelle asked. ​

 

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He tried to stop her, but before he could, she pushed him onto the couch and covered him in his own blanket. It was so comfortable though, he didn't want to get up at all. Every time she went to go do something, he wanted to get up and do it instead. She was the guest, he was supposed to do these things, not her.

He sipped the hot chocolate and started to feel somewhat better, that surely wouldn't last long however. The food she prepared was also really nice, he thought. His taste buds were kind of uncooperative at the moment.

Estelle questioned him onto how he was so sick. "I told you... I have a weak immune system." He said with some coughs afterward. "Also, when you passed out last night, I didn't want you to be cold... so I gave you my only blanket and form of warmth." He said trying to hide in the blanket to prevent being scolded for this.

 

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"Alex. Why?.." Estelle shook her head, but she couldn't help but smile. He was so nice. He was too nice. "Alex, Alex, Alex. You shouldn't put your health at risk. I would've been fine." She told him. "You're much too nice." Estelle said to him, feeling his forehead again. "It's all my fault." Estelle thought to herself. "I feel so bad..." She sighed.​

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After being remotely finished with the self isolation he had himself under. It'd wasn't like he'd done something wrong or someone had bet him to do something like this. It was just something that he did so that he could focus better. Either way it was over now and Nathan was actually outside getting some fresh air.​

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While he'd hadn't actually gone anywhere at the moment, right now he was current just breathing in the air and staring at the cloud. When he wasn't cooped up inside, he actually found looking at the could to be quite relaxing.​

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As he continued to look upward, he notice a bird fly by and land on the nearby tree. The bird was a crow, his favorite kind of bird, to exact and he had taken notice of it. Maybe coming outside today wasn't such a waste. He thought before placing his hand in his pocket and starting to walk.​

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A loud groan had escaped the lips of Julius as he rose up from his bed. Recently morning have been making the man feel like **** basically and this morning was no different from the others. Pain just loved to enter the mind of Julius and he could just endure it and move on. He found just toughing it out caused the pain to go away for him. As the saying goes, no pain no game, and Julius was all about the game and pain. He could hardly called himself a man if he wussed out on pain.

With that he was out of bed and after some sexy Julius shower time he was out, fully clothed and off to the kitchen. With a yawn he put some bread to toast and took a seat to eat it once it was done. He began munching on the pieces of toast as he glanced over at his computer and stared at the work he needed to get done. Now that the pain had vanished he really began missing walking around and yelling at his students.

"Man this quarantine sucks" Julius muttered as he noticed his phone resting on the desk and picked it up. He raised an eyebrow as the memories of the last night began to flood back in. "oh god" Julius muttered as he shook his head at the thought at Lennox. With that he opened up Erik's number and started to write up a text to his fellow drinking buddy.

With that the text was sent and Julius let out a groan.

 

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⎛WEARING⎠ • ⎛OOC⎠ • ⎛DAY: 8 & 2/4⎠​

⎛LOCATION: Home⎠ • ⎛INTERACTION: None⎠​

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Four days. She sat alone in her home for four days. Stephan was there occasionally, but not often. It barely made a difference. They had become like two strangers living under the same roof. Maria sat in her bedroom with EAP in her lap the whole time. It was like he could sense something was wrong. The only time he left her side was to eat and use the litter box. EAP was a good kitty, just like his previous foster parent. It was hard not looking at him and being reminded of Tucker.​

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Maria was sitting with her legs tucked underneath her on her bed. EAP was curled up next to her hip and she had her computer out in front of her. It was Monday and she needed to get some classwork done. It helped distract her a little bit, but not much. That interaction with Freya at Erik's riled her up and kept her riled up. That little smug - nosed bitch doesn't deserve him and Maria still didn't understand how that girl managed it in the first place, or why Tucker would go along with it. It was heartbreaking and she had been spending months getting over it until four days ago.​

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❝ Heeeey baby, ❞ she said softly to the kitten and stroked his back. EAP grew a lot in the last couple months. He was getting so big. Maria sighed and jotted down some notes. She needed to get out of the house soon, but she couldn't really handle the idea of seeing anyone. The hurting -- that she fooled herself into believing had dwindled -- was all fresh and raw again and she just couldn't bare it.​

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It was so nice to be out and about now that had body had stopped rebelling over his "over exhausting" means of entertainment. Sure people kept saying things about moderation and pacing, but man it was just too fun to pay attention to those silly little pieces of advice. He was all about going and going until you just couldn't go any more. After all going for as long as he could just made it all the more liberating and fun. This was, of course, referring to him rollerblading down the streets of Candlewood. Ever since that one day of rest he hadn't really done much in the way of rollerblading solely because his body was either really unresponsive or he was hungover. By the end of yesterday he felt like he was truly ready to get back into the game and get back he did.

Rolling through out town without a care in the world he thought of what he could do for the day here in the good old plague ridden condemned city of Candlewood. School work was always an option. Unfortunately it was a rather boring option that just didn't really appeal to Evan that much. All he'd been doing for the past few days was school work. He needed a change of pace for a bit. Blading into the local cafe he decided to get an ice tea and leave with it. No sense in plopping himself down at a table when he was just high on life's fumes. And man were those some seriously good fumes life had. He would have to find life and give it a handshake one of these days.

Drinking his iced coffee was a good way to kill time, but not the way he needed to spend it, no sirree. Normally what he'd do in this sort of situation was...well actually just rollerblade around with about as much cares as a chicken with its head cut off, cause once you lose your head you don't care about a lot. The only time he ever really hung with any of his buds was when they prompted him to, simply because that's when he knew that he was required to swoop in and have some fun. Usually he figured his friends were doing fine without him or were just plain old busy. The thought of antagonizing Little Vixen more did enter his head. That was quite the fun pastime as well, one that usually ended with just the most adorable of threats. Ah, maybe later. For now Evan simply continued blading on blissfully, staring to the clouds.

 

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Lillian decided to get out of her room for a change, even though she wasn't doing anything much different in comparison. She just occupied the couch this time, with her two little brothers trying to bug her about changing the television station. She didn't like what she was watching, but she didn't want to watch their cartoons either.​

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"Lilly? Pleaaaaaase?"​

"No."​

"Pleaaaaaaaaaase?"​

"No."​

"PLEAAAAAASE?"​

"Oh for fu-"​

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Lilly caught herself before she continued, if she continued what she was about to say she would not live to see tomorrow, "No Aaron. Please just um... play with legos or um- something."​

"If you are just gonna sit and watch tv why don't you go upstairs and watch it?"​

"Why don't you?"​

"I can go in your room?"​

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Lilly's eyes widened as she sat up from where she was lounging and looked Aaron straight in the eyes, "No."​

Aaron looked at her and did the puffy eyes and looked like he was about to cry before her little brother Jack punched him in the shoulder and said, "Grow up crybaby."​

"JACK! THAT HURT!" he said as he sniffled.​

Jack looked over at Lilly and spoke, "Why don't you put on something that isn't MTV?"​

"Hm?"​

"You hate MTV."​

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Lilly leaned back on the couch and spoke, "Um, Mom blocked Walking Dead..."​

"Aw!"​

"What's Walking Dead?"​

"Shh baby." Jack said as he pet Aaron on the head, "It's full of scary monsters."​

"I'm not afraid of monsters! Not since I was 6!"​

"You're 8 years old."​

"...but..."​

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Jack jumped up from the floor and pushed Lilly's legs so they fell off the couch, then he planted himself next to her and spoke, "Did you try 1234?"​

"1234? Um...that sounds too simple."​

"You never know."​

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Lilly opened up Walking Dead and pressed the buttons and saw the passcode worked and quickly shut it off, "Um, I'm going upstairs."​

"Can I come?"​

"No because then Aaron will want to um- come too."​

"Pleaaaaase?"​

"Yeah why don't you bring your brothers along, hm?"​

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Lilly jumped up and so did her brothers. They turned to see her mother standing in the entrance of the room and giving Lilly a look. Lilly let out a small chuckle and spoke, "Hey mom! um... Jack was pressing buttons and got into the parental lock."​

"Get up you're coming with me."​

"But um- I'm too young to go to jaaaail."​

"Wait, are you arresting Lil? Don't take her to jail!"​

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Lilly stood up and followed her mother reluctantly out of the room, with her hands in her jacket pocket. She led her to the dining room, where her mother gave her a look and Lilly gave her a grin. "Don't give me that look."​

Lilly looked at her mom with confusion before she grinned again, "Um... I wasn't lying."​

"I watched the whole thing."​

"But he did say 1234."​

"I just saw you plug it in."​

"Then um... you didn't see the whole thing."​

"Are you talking back to me?"​

"Um... no momma."​

After a brief lecture from her mother, Lilly asked if she could sit outside on her front step to get air. Her mother kept telling her no, until Lilly promised she'd help cook dinner. Lilly sat on the front step listening to the silence that was on her street. It was amusing, with everyone shut it. She kept looking across to Mackenzie's house, but then would focus on the road.​

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Lilly had pulled out her harmonica and played a couple notes, "And now I'm singing to the empty road..."​

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She played again and continued, "You could do better, to entertain me..."​

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Lilly played a long chord before she heard someone coming down the street on rollerblades and sung out, "And finally another soul in this world. I bid thee..." she finished off the chord unsure if the person would actually respond, "Good day."

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OOC: Won't be on tomorrow or Saturday due to Birthday so this is my end of the day post as well.​

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Alex now felt completely horrible for making Estelle this worried and angry. "I'm sorry Estelle... I just... I'm sorry." He coughed some more. Really had nothing left to say to her other than apologies. He wanted her to be comfortable. That was all. His well being meant nothing if his friends became ill.

"Oh medicine.. I have some in the cupboard over there. This shouldn't be that bad of a cold. I'll get over it in a few days... I hope..." He said sounding a little optimistic until the end. Hopefully his system could take control of the situation before things got to bad. He didn't need another hospital trip

It wasn't too long until he passed out. He probably would sleep for the rest of the day, throughout the night, and probably much into the next day. Maybe then his body would recover.

 

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Natalie stifled a yawn. Estelle hadn't come home the night before. Maybe she should just apologize for her behavior... Wait though, why should she? Estelle was the one avoiding her. Sure, Natalie had been having some rage issues lately, but Estelle hadn't really done anything to help, instead just dismissing her and telling her to talk to her boyfriend. Could it be that Estelle resented Natalie and the fact she had a boyfriend?

Deciding she'd be better off at home, Natalie packed up her stuff and went downstairs, then let Vega know she was heading off. She politely thanked Vega and the other girls for letting her stay here for the longest time, and said to tell Estelle the same. Natalie lied about the reason she wanted to go home and said it as just because she missed her family.

After lots of goodbyes, Natalie left. She wouldn't be back here for a while, that much was certain. If Estelle still wanted to be her friend, she'd ask her to come back. If she didn't... Well, Natalie had her family and her boyfriend.

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Estelle smiled as Alex fell asleep. She guessed she shouldn't stick around. She took out of the meds from the cabinet and then put a glass of water beside them on the table. "I'd better go home..." Estelle said. She then made her way out of the house, making sure that the door was locked behind her.​

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She walked home, feeling as if something wasn't right at all. She shivered, feeling the cold. She walked into the Flower Shop. It felt darker, as if it had been abandon. As she walked upstairs, the room was filled with a dead silence, and a sad tone. She looked around at her sisters. Her own twin which was sewing in the corner, a very depressed expression on her face. She looked for at the youngest, lying on the couch, her eyes puffy from crying. She turned to see Vega, standing in the kitchen and making dinner. ​

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Estelle looked around, and she noticed Stella had eyed the door to the room in the attic, it being wide open. She walked up the stairs. The room was quieter, and not as full of life. She noticed that some of Nat's stuff was missing. Then she noticed it was more then just some of it, it was ALL of it. She looked around, sitting on her bed in disbelief. The walls were barren, only having up pictures that Estelle had before Nat had moved here. All of the posters and other things that made the room colorful, were gone. She didn't understand, and walked back down.​

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"Where the hell is Nat's stuff?" Estelle asked as calmly as she could. "She left." Vega said bluntly. "What do you mean?!" Estelle asked. "She left, as in she's not going to be staying with us anymore." Vega said. "But-But why not?" Estelle asked. "She missed her family she said. But I'm guessing it's because of how you've been acting. You both have hardly been friendly to each other. And you didn't come back home either." Vega sighed. ​

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"I didn't think she would leave." Estelle said. "Is that really all you have to say?!" Stella jumped up from her chair, which was a surprise for all of the sisters, considering how she was still ill. Stella barely talked. She was quiet and reserved like Estelle. She barely ever yelled. "You pushed her away Estelle!" She told her. "But, I didn't mean to. She doesn't understand." Estelle said. "I tried my best to make time for both of them, but Alex needs me more thats all." Estelle explained. "Suddenly, everything is about him." Stella said bitterly. "You never ever thought about her, about us." ​

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Estelle looked at her shocked. "That's not true! How dare you say something like that?!" Estelle yelled, then running up into her room. She lied down on the bed, first changing into a different pair of clothes. She looked at the other bed, which was empty. She felt herself sigh... it was so sad to be without Nat. She fell asleep, wondering if this was all a bad dream. ​

 

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Julius continued on with his work before the sudden sound from his phone caught his attention. Erik had returned his text and he was quite surprised with what was said and began replying back.

And with that their text conversation was at an end and Julius was left even more confused then ever. Erik called her crazy, but did he truly mean that literally or was this some sort of brother sister conflict or something of the sort. Could he really ignore a person after such a nice moment?

Julius was always a man who was prone to the effects of guilt. He was strong willed and if he had a reason that he strongly believed in then guilt wouldn't harm him, but if nobody did anything to him or his loved ones then why should he be mean? For now all he could do was do as Erik said and avoid her, but he just couldn't ignore her if they did come in contact again. With that Julius yawned before heading to sleep

 

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Cel had been working on something or another, when she heard the door bell ring. She went downstairs, groggy and tried still from the trails of the day. She opened the door, looking for someone near by. No one was around, she she stepped outside. She tripped over something and fell outside. She brushed herself off, then looking at what was standing on the stair which she had tripped over. A package. She looked at it curiously, then bringing it inside. She store at it for a while, not knowing what she should do. ​

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She paced around for a bit, wondering what she should do. She walked over to it, and got a cutting knife. She opened it, and inside all she saw was a bottle, full of pink liquid. She took it in her hand, pushing the box into the trash can. She turned the bottle carefully, not knowing what she should do with it now. She studied it, then taking it upstairs with her. A vile of pink stuff. She didn't look very convinced. She had to test it somehow. ​

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"If it works, then I would fall in love with myself, we can't do that." She wrote in her journal. "I need to use it on a poor sucker. But what if that poor sucker falls in love with me, that would be a big big problem. As much as I'd hate to say it, I need to make a friend... and I need to get trust from them and then test it out. Hmmm but the problem is, I haven't found something that I don't completely hate. The Professor wouldn't work, and the only other person I've met in a while is that **** girl from the bar. Who I didn't really meet just kind of saw. Wait a sec, then there was that kid that was with the Professor, but that won't work either will it? I guess I just need to pick a person I don't really really hate and use it on them. But then what if something happens to them? Well, I guess I'll deal with it whatever it comes. I won't really be their friend anyway, so it would matter." Cel shrugged. "That sounds terrible, but... it may be crazy enough to work. I think that maybe I should get out more, I'm starting to sound like a crazy person." Cel thought, she left the bottle on her dresser, and then went to bed. She thought about what exactly she was going to do. ​

 

Evan was continuing to rollerblade down the streets simply sipping away his iced tea until finally, he finished up that iced tea nice and good. With that out of the way, being by the good old Candlewood park, he simply tossed the cup like it was a basketball shot and waited for the cup to go in. Unfortunately it bounced off the rim of the can and ended up landing on the ground beside it. And that's why Evan wasn't a basketball player. Picking up his trash, since litter was one of the largest criminal offenses, he tossed it back into the can and rollerbladed off to go and live it up somewhere else.

With his wheels a rolling and his spirit unbound Evan continued to rollerblade and ended up going into a neighborhood area. Man, everything just seemed so desolate and barren. Like a ghost town. Boy did that make for great blading area. He continued to go through the area until he heard a faint noise coming from somewhere. It was soft, melodic, and old timey sounding. He started to blade further down the road closer to the noise trying to pinpoint its location. Though he did figure out that it belonged to a harmonica he was still not sure where it was coming from. That was until he heard someone singing some sort of salutations greeting singsongy thing. Though at the end of it the notes being sung were rather, piercing to his ears.

Due to the notes being sung he somewhat lost his balanced and started blading rather awkwardly and was ripe to fall flat on his face. If Evan were any lesser man, he indeed would've succumbed to the balance loss and the stinging sensation that would follow it. However, He was Evan Allen Walker, rollerblade extraordinaire. He started to spin out of control only to go into a one legged perfect seven hundred twenty degree spin and plant both his feet on the ground. With a cheery smile, acting as if that odd scene didn't happen at all, he simply said, "and a hello to you my harmonica playing little miss."

 

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Seraphina walked out of the Library with a purpose. She had a new lead. This was going to be good. She walked around the house, looking for trouble as always. Her mother saw her, with a shocked look on her face. She realized that her mother wasn't supposed to know about the blueprints and the other journal she had. She looked at her mother, then back at her books. She made a run for it. She could hear her mom yell after her, as did her father as soon as she heard. Her necklace came undone. She held it tightly, then tripping over the carpet. She rolled and rolled and rolled. Until she opened her eyes. She ached all over. Her hand was not in it's best state. She was in a very very dark tunnel. ​

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She tried to stand, realizing she had opened something that probably wasn't meant to be open. She went through the tunnel, noticing that there was a staircase, and more tunnels. She walked into the room, seeing only a bed, a fire place and a couple of other things. She walked up to the fire and lit it, then going other to the dresser, seeing that there was a box, and a note. She took it and read it. "There are some doors that should never be opened. There are doors that hold secrets which must never be known. That's everything you'll need to know. Now if you want to live, get out." It said. She looked at it oddly. What was that supposed to mean? Was it really dangerous here?​

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Seraphina looked around. She didn't know what to do now. She shrugged, then realizing that she might as well just stay in her for the night, despite the warning of danger. She looked at the box, and opened it. Inside was a ring, it was long though, and covered her ring figure in an odd way. Like a snake, curving around it. It must have been what had been used by the men in the journals. She took it with her, hiding it under her pillow, and then lying down in the bed. It was odd, that there would be a warning in the room, but still the key to finding more danger. Maybe it was that someone wanted her to find something... and the note was just there to test her. But she wasn't scared. She sighed, then falling asleep, the fire burning out... ​

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There was a little kid gawk on her face, the kind that someone makes when they see something amazing when they least expected it. Lilly dropped her harmonica on her lap in the midst of the awe. She new tricks and all on her skateboard and scooter, but she rarely ever saw anyone on Rollerblades and had forgotten it was possible. Sure it wasn't amazing but how perfectly he had timed it.​

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Lilly shook her head to get herself out of the shock and grabbed her harmonica from her lap and twiddled around with it to give herself something to do as she spoke, "Nice save, sorry if I freaked you out or something..."​

 

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From upstairs, Bianca came down and walked up to Vega. "Hey Vega, when will dinner be ready? Sorry I haven't been down much, Whitney's been having constant sleep attacks and I just haven't been sure she was okay enough for me to leave her side...." She sighed and pushed her bangs out of the way. Bianca then noticed Estelle there. "Oh, it's you. I was hoping Natalie had had a change of heart... Looks like that won't be happening anytime soon..." She shook her head disgustedly at Estelle, letting her know that she was utterly disappointed. "Anyway Vega, let me know when it's time to eat so I can get food for both Whitney and I? Thanks."

She left, bumping Estelle on the way. "Oh." She said. It hadn't been an accident. She was pretty mad at Estelle to be honest, because even she wouldn't do that to a friend (if she had any). Problem was, Estelle herself had flipped total **** when Alex was revealed to be a boy, and when Natalie tried to help her, she basically spat on her face and said 'Tee-hee I'm gonna just ignore you even if this is so touchy for me.'

Bianca didn't blame Natalie at all, in fact, she would probably act the same way. If only herself and Whitney's parents weren't on an overseas trip in Africa, then they would be home, not caring.

 

Evan bowed as he was complimented and simply responded, "why no worries at all." He looked up at his young harmonica player to see who exactly she was. She was simply a young little gal, blond hair, seemed to give no fucks about this whole plague situation that the town was in. He was quite surprised really since everyone and their mother, though their mothers probably counted as the everyone anyway, were locked up in their places. Kind of the reason that they were in this whole ghost town situation to begin with.

Nevertheless, he noticed how she was just playing around with her harmonica, not doing much out here. Kind of an odd reason to be outside with nothing to do. Evan was, of course, exempt from this norm because he was bored. And getting rid of that boredom was always a top priority of his when it came to what he had to go and do. Striking up some banter with this young gal was probably just the thing he needed to do to get his case of boredom alleviated. "So nice harmonica you got there. Whatcha doing out here right now little girl? What with the plague an all everyone seems to be avoiding the streets like the...um, plague."

 

Richie was so excited for his hang out sesh with Elisa tomorrow. He was currently scanning her Tumblr, looking through all her kawaii posts. Quotes with pictures from her fave movies, various beautiful pieces of art, and even a status update text post. She mentioned the blonde, and how happy she was that they made up. He clicked over to the other tab and watched a couple of their old videos. He hoped that the best friend duo would make a new video; their viewers were leaving lots of comments about where they went and why they were on a hiatus. Maybe he'd make a simple video addressing the issue sometime soon.

After his fun on the interwebs, Richie changed into cozy pajamas and hopped onto his bed. He reached for the remote and his phone, turning on the teli and entering his passcode simultanously. He sighed happily as he sunk deeper into his plush bed. He flipped to Food Network, and eagerly watched a cooking competition show. Whenever he was in a needy and attention-needing mood, the boy wished he could get on a cooking show at least once in his life. Maybe it'd come true, at some point.

As the show concluded, a loud yawn echoed throughout his room. He flicked the teli off and plugged in his phone, turning his body to face the wall. On it, he finger-drew possible scenes of tomorrow. The digit lazily glided across the cool wall, until it fell limp to the boy's side a few moments later. He pushed his face into the pillow, and fell asleep peacefully.