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    !!Welcome Back!! 17-re editied-

    TB: “It would be much easier if I showed you.” ‘Sunny threw the head of her costume off and landed a punch right in the guys face.’ This caused him to fall back onto the floor; everyone looked at the now revealed Sunny. Bette placed her hands on her hips and stared at Sunny, “When will you ever learn to control your anger.”

    Shane: “Not soon enough.” ‘Sunny looked towards the end of the stairs where Shane was now sitting.’ she stood up and looked down at the drunk jock that was out on the floor. “Uh…somebody mind getting him out of here.”

    ‘Another jock and Moira moved the guy out of the way and placed him outside. ‘Shane cursed under her breath, “I’m sure someone will pick him up, now back to the party.” On queue someone started the music back up. Carmen looked oddly at Sunny and Shane, but mostly Shane. She combed her hair back and wore all black.

    Looking obviously like the enemy of the prince. Moira. “Uh Shane.” ‘She linked her arm with Shane and pulled her to the side, “What happened to you-” Shane: “I didn’t like it.” ‘Flat, nothing else followed after it, Shane looked straight past Carmen, her eyes settled on Moira. “Shane, look at me.” ‘Carmen placed her hand on Shane’s face, “Your cheeks are hot.”

    Shane: “So.” Carmen: “Would you calm down…god.” ‘She was getting concerned for Shane, her pupils looked dilated and her skin felt hotter than an oven.

     

    Shane: “I’m fine.” She huffed her eyes remained steadily on someone past me; I looked behind and followed the direction of her eyes.

    ‘They remained on Moira, who looked back, a sort of petrified look. “Shane, will you look at me.”

    ‘Shane bowed her head and walked off, leaving me confused as hell, I follow her into the den, where I see kit asleep.’

    “Shane.” I lower my voice, “What’s with your mood-swings tonight, are you still upset about your mother.”

     

    Shane: “Don’t tell me about my mood-swings.” ‘She gritted her teeth, back turned against me.

    “Well then, I guess you need to be left alone.” ‘Again, the nonchalance is back. I walk back into the party where Moira is looking rather terrified.

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    1. Man this is one crazyass story! everyone being involved with everyone else. Reminds me of my days in high school band sort of. lol Looking forward to more!

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