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[indent]The Candyland headquarters, so to speak, was in one of the four mega mansions belonging to the Lyon family. It was on the second floor, fourth door to the left, of the Westernmost mansion. It was a huge room, far bigger than it had any right to be. Attached to it, was a huge bathroom (the Eastern wall) that included no less than six full sized bathtubs (bubbly baths were an integral part of sleepovers, in the Candy group), and a walk in closet (the Western wall) that spanned two stories (it went downstairs into what was a repurposed bedroom, which also housed a second, more modest bathroom). Three of the walls of the room were painted a hot, almost bubblegum pink, with soft cotton candy blue lines that went across the midpoint of the wall. The carpet was so plushy that when you stood on it barefoot (and you [i]would[/i] be barefoot, shoes weren’t allowed), it sprung up between your toes, with a stark white color.

In the center of the room was a giant, rotating bed shaped like a heart. The Eastern wall was lined with vanity tables, for makeovers. The Western wall was similarly lined with vintage, pink beauty salon chairs, equipped with built in hair dryers, and feet massagers. The Southern wall housed the door, but the doorway itself was surrounded from the floor up by baskets containing a variety of candies, ranging from Jolly Ranchers to the ever elusive Hershey’s Hugs. The sweets in the room were not limited to these, however, as the Southern wall also had several candy dispensers mounted on it, some of which contained Jelly Belly’s, gumdrops, gumballs, M&M’s, Skittles, and Reese’s Pieces (all carefully labeled, of course). In each corner of the Southern wall, there were ice cream dispensers, one which dispensed soft serve vanilla, and the other soft serve chocolate ice cream. Both dispensers had ample variety of topping dispensers nearby, including caramel and chocolate sauce fountains.

Despite the beauty of the amenities in the Candyland HQ, they were not the main attraction. The main attraction was on the Northernmost wall: the Shipping Wall. The Shipping Wall was a glass wall; in the center of it was a door leading to the balcony. When the Candies assembled, the glass wall darkened, and its secondary function came into play. The glass wall doubled as a giant LED, motion, touch, voice, and bluetooth controlled screen, upon which Ophelia and her legion of cupids played [i]their[/i] game.

Candyland wasn’t as vicious as Hailey was. They weren’t as brutal as she was, and they weren’t as… [i]evil.[/i] For all intents and purposes, the Shipping Wall, and the game that came with it, were [i]good[/i]. Ophelia and her friends used the wall to play matchmaker, setting up their peers in ways that they thought would work well. Currently, there were few possible ships, and even [i]fewer[/i] canon ships on the wall. This, of course, was no good. The only ship that was marked as canon was dead in the center, ‘Q&A,’ with the most recent yearbook photos of Quincy Hart and A Double, surrounded by a heart. A heart dictated a relationship as ‘canonical.’ The pairing were officially and publicly together. Pink lines between two faces indicated it seemed likely, a yellow line indicated potential, a black line indicated ‘never happening’, and finally, a blue line indicated the pair needed a little Candyland magic and a push before they could progress to pink or a heart!

Two faces were deemed out of play by Ophelia, and thrown to the bottom left corner. These were Trixie Kingsley and Owen Lyon.

They remained in their heart, with no explanation from Ophelia.

One of the newest Candies, however, did not care about these things. Kit wanted to sleep, and she planned to sleep on the bed, which she’d nearly ran to, throwing herself face down onto it. Kit was now taking what she had promised Ophelia would be a ‘cat nap,’ while Ophelia and the other girls got situated.

Everytime Cassie waltzed into the Candyland HQ, she was reminded of just how rich Ophelia was. The luxuries in the room never failed to blow her away, no matter how many times she saw them. Of course, she masked this surprise every time. She couldn’t let the others see how shocked she was by what seemed perfectly normal to all of them.

As the girls entered, Cassie made a beeline for the Shipping Wall, turning around to face the others. [color=f1cbff][b]”So, Brynn, do we need to put you and Seannie up on the board, or has that ship sunk?”[/b][/color] Cassie asked, smirking as she pulled up a picture of Brynn from last year’s yearbook, along with an empty square with a simple ‘S’ in it, to represent Sean. It was a pain that they didn’t have any pictures of him yet, but she was sure that wouldn’t last long.

Brynn trailed behind the others, not exactly looking forward to this shindig. The conversation she had earlier with Sean did [i]not[/i] go as planned in the slightest, and it made arriving at the Candyland HQ a little less sweet than usual. No matter what she had said, he didn’t seem bothered by her promiscuous qualities, so unfortunately, he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Her fellow Candies would [i]not[/i] be too pleased with her, [i]especially[/i]Ophelia, since she was the one who told Brynn to drop him, and quick.. Sitting down in one of the chairs near the Shipping Wall, her face paled at Cassie’s remarks. [color=6495ed][b]“Um… I don’t know if that’s exactly necessary.”[/b][/color]

Ophelia was sitting in one of the various silken bean bags in the room, staring at the Shipping Wall as she stuffed Cheez-Its into her mouth, but when Brynn's words hit her ears, Ophelia leaned her head up until it was almost backwards and she could peer at Brynn. [color=eda946][b]“What are you talking about?”[/b][/color] She asked, frowning. [color=eda946][b]“You guys totally belong on the wall. I only said that stuff at the tryouts to cut the sitch before it got nastier. It was supposed to be a happy day and you guys were being wicked catty. I'm trying to figure out if you should be in a heart or not, right now.”[/b][/color]

Brynn’s eyes widened, making her almost resemble a bug or a deer in headlights. [color=6495ed][b]“Oh no no no… we’re not… I’m not…”[/b][/color] She struggled to form words as embarrassment overcame her. She and Sean were [i]not confirmed[/i]. No way, no day. [color=6495ed][b]“Were just having fun, nothing more. You know how I am.”[/b][/color] Brynn tried to convince both Ophelia and [i]herself[/i] that this was the case.

Ophelia popped a Cheez- It into her mouth, with a shrug of her shoulders. [color=eda946][b]“I know how you [i]were[/i]. Shit changes, Brynn. Times are changing, you're changing. You found a man. Embrace it, don't fight it, or you're just gonna hurt yourself. And I don't want that, I love you.”[/b][/color]

[color=6495ed][b]“He’s [i]not[/i] my man, but fine — put us on the wall, if you so desire.”[/b][/color] Brynn started, walking over to the wall of food and grabbing some Sour Patch Kids. [color=6495ed][b]“[i]I[/i] never get hurt, so don’t worry about me.”[/b][/color]

Marshall knew that he was late, and the girls would expect that of him. The candy boy packed his schedule on the weekdays so tightly that it was a miracle he made it to any social gatherings at all. But, of course, this was a Candyland meeting, and those were an absolute must for Marsh to attend. He loved his girls, and he loved love, so that meant that the Candies came first, always. Even when he had the worst school day ever, and drama club, and voice lessons after drama club, and he was exhausted, and in a bad mood. Perhaps the mood could be alleviated by being around his bestie, Ophelia, she always knew the right things to say to cheer him up.

In the overly dramatic fashion that was only appropriate for Marshall Radley, the door to Candyland swung wide open, interrupting any hope of conversation that might have been taking place. Marsh looked… frazzled, for lack of any better word. The dark-haired boy didn’t take the time to account for who was present, assuming it was the same crowd. Only Candies were allowed in Candyland, after all. Instead, he beelined right for the candy dishes. He didn’t give a fuck about his diet, who did he have to look good for anyway? None of it mattered. Bitterly, he palmed out a handful of gumdrops. He loved gumdrops, they were a comfort food, and Ophie knew that about him.

Marsh had a lot to say, and dammit, he was finally going to say it. All of it, right here, right now. These were his best friends, and they needed to know that he was coming unravelled at the seams, in the event that they might have to run some kind of emergency damage control as a result of it. He kept the handful of gummy treats in his hand, rather than eating them before trying to speak (because that would be gross), and he began his rant.

[color=997fdb][b]“Everything sucks! Literally everything, Ophelia. I don’t know how much longer I can keep smiling and pretending everything is cool. I’m an actor, but it’s really hard to hide real life feels. My stupid mirror in my locker says ‘smile’ on it, and I felt like it mocked me so hard today that I wanted to smash it. That’s not me! This isn’t me! Everything is busted, and I can’t fix it. I just keep making things worse, I think.”[/b][/color] Marshall was making his way towards Ophelia. He only took a breath from his monologue long enough to kiss Ophie on both sides of her cheeks, like they usually did when they saw each other after being apart for a period of time. And then he went right back into it.

[color=997fdb][b]“It’s all because of Owen and Trixie. He cheated and he ruined everything, and I still can’t [i]believe[/i] that he would do something like that to her. It’s [i]awful[/i]. And then, we had that stupid party. We shouldn’t have gone, [i][b]I[/b][/i] shouldn’t have gone. We started shit and triggered Owen just by being there, and we [i]know[/i] how his temper can get. And I was even more of an idiot, getting all chihuahua because of the things he said to you — which I would do again in a HEARTBEAT, you know that. But, seriously? How fucking dumb am I? Now my best guy fri— err, my [i]ex[/i]-best guy friend wants to kill me. I saw it in his eyes, he literally wants to murder me, Ophelia. I feel like I can’t walk anywhere alone, I’m scared as fuck… and also, really sad. Because he was my best friend…”[/b][/color] Marshall’s lower lip quirked like he might just cry at that, but there was still more gas in the tank. Keep going, get it all out, Marshall, you haven’t even gotten to the worst part.

[color=997fdb][b]“Worse yet, at that stupid party, I royally fucked things up with Jamie. Seriously, I am quite sure that he hates me because he thinks that I am secretly sleeping with someone.”[/b][/color] Ophelia’s eyes raised curiously at that, and Marshall immediately cut that down. [color=997fdb][b]“Which I’m [i]not[/i], you would be the first one to know if I was seeing any other dick than my own these days. I’m not. That’s beside the point, because he thinks I am, because I came out of the kissing closet with another guy, the [i]who[/i] doesn’t really matter, because I certainly wasn’t kissing him. I was crying in there, because my best friend tried to kill me in front of the whole school, practically, and that’s just like… a lot to take in? Anyway, then there’s the Weekend Warrior, who made me look like some pussy twinkboy victim, which, none of this was about me being gay. So, that’s just ridiculous. Gossipy sensationalist bitch, I swear if I ever figure out who it is, she’s gonna feel the full rage of my unchecked homo [i]fury[/i]... whatever that’s gonna look like. Oh! And then there’s Damian. He showed up at drama club all peacocking like he was gonna take over. Which, I was already in a bad mood, so I couldn’t handle that in proper. Thank god Shauna shut him down, but then. BUT THEN. He asks me to be his talent show partner? That got my mind thinking, hmmmm, Owen hates me. Damian and Owen are close friends. Damian is trying to get closer to me, which can only mean one thing: The muscle squad is making plans to gang bang me in the locker room or something — and I’m not talking the fun consensual kind that you see on Pay Per View either — I’m talking about an actual, legitimate [i]gay bashing bonanza[/i]—”[/b][/color]  

Truly Bliss’ eyes widened from the chocolate ice cream dispenser. Her goal was to make a giant sundae, but she got super distracted with Marshall’s rant, and her ice cream started overflowing. [color=ff682f][b]“Uh…”[/b][/color] Her brother? Gang banging? Trevor? Gang banging? Owen? Gang banging? What was Marshall on? Was he high? Did someone need to bring him back down to Earth? Her brother was too busy trying to get in Owen’s sister’s pants! And like, he was super straight. Sure, he had bromances going on but that didn’t mean he wanted to [i]fuck[/i] his bros. Though, if Trevor was a hot redhead with boobs, that would totally be a done deal. A little frazzled with the assumptions, True turned back to her sundae and hurriedly cleaned her mess.

[color=997fdb][b]“—Did I mention that Jamie hates me too? You know, that’s like, really shitty. Because all I wanted for my birthday on Monday was to finally be able to put my tongue in his mouth. His stupid… soft-looking... [i]mean[/i] mouth.”[/b][/color] The monologue ended with a pathetic, whiny moan, as Marshall let himself collapse backwards onto the heart-shaped bed. Now he was good and thoroughly exhausted, but he felt at least mildly better. It wasn’t long before Marshall realized that he wasn’t alone on the bed, a tiny blonde girl was situated next to him, curled up like she had been sleeping.

[color=997fdb][b]“Oh hiii, sweetie. Who are you?”[/b][/color] Marsh asked before finally popping a much-needed gumdrop into his mouth, his face was literally only inches from hers, but he didn’t mind. She was accepted into Candyland, so she must be good people.

Okay. Marshall raised a lot of good points, and he certainly had a lot to say. Ophelia listened to it quietly, and she ultimately had to agree: this was all because of Owen and Trixie. But that was because of Hailey.

A little known fact about Ophelia Brycen (Marshall, and Cassie knew) was that she was a bit of a Star Wars nut. This led to her making a lot of mental analogies and comparisons between her real life and the Star Wars universe. For example, Ophelia felt like the Sith were onto something with the Rule of Two.

The Rule of Two says simply that there must always be two parties of power; if there is only one party, then that party will be left unchecked and out of control.

The blame for Trixie and Owen's situation, Ophelia decided, rested with the Helmsley three. Their being around acted as a buffer for Hailey, keeping her from doing too much that was out of line for herself; they kept her in check. The Rule of Two.

They had been gone for AGES now, and this had led to a power shift. Hailey had more, and did more, and faced no consequences. Honestly? It was getting scary. Ophelia had agreed, almost six months ago, to break Trixie and Owen up, out of fear for her own life. If she hadn't Hailey might have ripped her heart out.

Family or not, Ophelia was more than upset with the Helmsley three for their extended absence. It was beginning to affect [i]everything.[/i]

She took a deep breath and smiled at Marshall, [color=eda946][b]“I'm sure that's not the case! Maybe he just wants to partner with you because you're the best, darling.”[/b][/color]

Meanwhile, on the bed, Kit opened her mouth to respond to Marshall, but found herself interrupted.

Cassie pursed her lips, listening as Marshall spilled his guts to the room, and then flopped on the bed. Cassie nodded her head in agreement with Ophelia. [color=f1cbff][b]“I doubt Damian and his meatheads would ever do something of the sort. Here, ask his sister! Damian’s Little Sister! Help alleviate our friend’s stress,”[/b][/color] Cassie called out, gesturing to Marshall. She then turned around, facing the wall again, and connected Brynn’s face to Sean’s box with a thin blue line. [color=f1cbff][i]Perfect.[/i][/color]

True didn’t mean to come out as frank as she did, but the whole Damian spiel was laughable, and she wasn’t necessarily attached to the drama boy to really sugar coat her words, [color=ff682f][b]“Why would my brother want to fuck you?”[/b][/color] True took a spoon full of chocolate and placed it in her mouth before continuing, swinging her spoon around as she talked, [color=ff682f][b]“One, you got a penis, and sorry man, that’s an automatic lose for you. Two, you don’t got red hair. Three, you’re attached to Hailey and he hates Hailey. Four. You’re a wee bit dramatic, and he got his own dramatic shit — two dramatic people would never end well. Five. I can see you totally invading his personal space, which would kill him. You’re probably the type of lover that wants to [i]feel[/i] the love. All the time. Even when it doesn’t lead to sex. And six. If you ain’t Joy, trust me, you are NOT on his mind right now.”[/b][/color] And another spoonful of ice cream.  

It was then that Kit finally managed to get her piece in. Having been assured by Ophelia that this was a safe place, she was comfortable saying how she really felt. [color=7fc19e][b]“I'm Kit. I'm here because I told Ophelia I love Selena and she wants to help me. Also, I haven't slept in almost 40 hours, so I'm trying to take a nap…”[/b][/color] Kit explained, rubbing at her eyes and staring at the nre person.

[color=997fdb][b]“I think you misunderstood me, gingersnap. I said it wouldn't be the fun kind of gang bang, no love there, really. Just a whole lot of pain, and domination. Just, nevermind that I said anything…”[/b][/color] Why was there not one, but [I]two[/I] newbies in the ship room? Had Marshall known this, he might not have… you know, spilled his deepest, darkest, innermost feelings for all to see. But… he did, and in front of Damian's little sister, no less. This day honestly couldn't get any worse, maybe he should just full suicide it and pay Owen a visit, offer himself as a sacrifice. When the other new girl spoke up, Marshall's eyes widened, and it pulled him from his darker thoughts. Marsh propped his head up on his elbow and rolled on his side to face her. [color=997fdb][b]“Selena?! ...oh, honey. There's ninety nine reasons why that isn't a good idea. You're adorable, but she's as het as they come. Spare yourself that heartache, it's not fun, trust me.”[/b][/color]

Cassie was wrapped up in her own world, playing Cupid at the Shipping Wall. Lips pursed in thought, she found the location of Jamie and Marshall’s photos, connected by a yellow line. She changed the line to a blue one, took a step back and crossed her arms. So much blue, so little time. If they wanted these ships here to work out, there was going to have to be some serious Candyvention. Candy intervention, that is. Cassie turned around to face her friends.  [color=f1cbff][b]“Girls and gay best friend, I don’t mean to interrupt, but this wall has way too much blue for it to be any good. I mean, I’ve just added Brynn and Sean, blue until Brynn can admit she’s caught feelings. And if Jamie really hates you, Marshall, then we’ll have to fix that too, which means more blue!”[/b][/color] Cassie explained, spinning around to face the wall again and drawing a blue circle around Selena’s portrait. [color=f1cbff][b]“And speaking of Selena, might as well paint her ass blue, cause if she wants to get laid, she’s gonna need all the help we can give her. Kit, if you could turn Selena, it would be wonderful. Girl could use a good time,”[/b][/color] Cassie said, shaking her head and waltzing over to the candy dispenser, popping out a Warhead and placing it in her mouth, barely even wincing at the sour zing of the candy. [color=f1cbff][b]“My point is, we are not doing well in the shipping department. The seas are stormy, and so far, we’re shitty lighthouses.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff682f][b]“Have you guys ever thought about… asking for advice? From the first Candies? Isn’t Ophelia related to the OG Queen? And my mom is kind of one of Belle’s main lieutenants. And Kit’s mom is kind of Belle’s princess, like Selena is for Hailey, but strictly Candy. If you want to get something done, you gotta’ go hard.”[/b][/color] True would, however, keep her crush a secret. She could handle that matter on her own. After placing her bowl down, True pranced to the wall beside Cassie, [color=ff682f][b]“You should add my brother and Joy Darling. His endeavors are taking a lot longer than usual. Put him beside Trev and Sav, because it just makes sense!”[/b][/color]

Ophelia turned her attention over to Cassie and True, before shrugging her shoulders, and responding. [color=eda946][b]“Well, I don’t like asking them for advice, really. I’ve gotten plenty already, and I [i]should[/i] be able to handle everything nowadays… Plus, I talk to Belle every day. A meeting with the old guard might be cool — if we actually take the time to have some successes on our hands. We just look lazy right now,”[/b][/color] Ophelia said, with a big shrug of her shoulders.

Kit, on the other hand, was having an existential crisis. She laid on her stomach, her eyes wide open and bloodshot, a direct result of the rather intense tiredness she was feeling. [color=7fc19e][b]“I hope you’re wrong, because if you aren’t, then all of this is for [i]naught[/i], Mr. Gay Best Friend. All of it. I changed my entire life so I could be more appealing to her, did you know that? I don’t really like dressing like this. I don’t like cheerleading. I like playing soccer, and video games. And pizza. Lots of pizza.”[/b][/color] Kit explained, turning her head to face Marshall again. [color=7fc19e][b]“I don’t know if I can accept that answer, without even trying.”[/b][/color]

[color=ff682f][b]“That’s what I love about you, Kit! You try until you know for sure.”[/b][/color] True bull rushed to the bed and threw herself on top of her friend. [color=ff682f][b]“Never give up, is my motto.”[/b][/color]

Brynn sighed, having been zoned out for most of the conversation from staring at the blue line connecting her and Sean. She didn’t want it to be there, but she didn’t want to make too much of a fuss. Returning from her daze, she tuned into Ophie’s thoughts about asking Belle for assistance. [color=6495ed][b]“I agree, I mean when was the last time that we successfully changed a blue line to a heart on here?”[/b][/color]

[color=eda946][b]“It’s been a long time, really… A Double and Q got together of their own volition. I mean, I dunno. There’s only one heart on the whole screen!”[/b][/color] She fumed, folding her arms over her chest. [color=eda946][b]“We suck at being Cupid. I think it was easier for Belle because she matchmade her friends, rather than going with her friends to matchmake others. It’s not as easy as they made it seem.”[/b][/color] She protested, glumly looking over her shoulders at Cassie and Brynn. [color=eda946][b]“Valentine’s Day is soon… ish. Let’s change some lines for that.”[/b][/color]

[color=6495ed][b]“Are we going to do the Candy Grams like we did last year? That definitely was a smashing success.”[/b][/color] Brynn asked, stuffing her face with more Sour Patch Kids. [color=6495ed][b]“Weren’t there three successful couples that emerged from that?”[/b][/color]

[color=eda946][b]“Yeah, we’re definitely gonna do that, don’t worry. But we should run more… active interference. This is all just speculation and talking. We’re not really involved! Let’s see… I vote we get involved with Jamie and Marshall first off. Gumdrop, what do you think?”[/b][/color] She turned her head again, this time focusing her attentions on Marshall. [color=eda946][b]“That one will be uber easy, I think. Jamie’s probably super easy. Although, we’ll have to keep Hailey from feeding him unidentifiable objects…”[/b][/color] She mused, tapping her chin.

Kit, now squished underneath her best friend, held up a thumb. She could watch how they worked out Marshall and Jamie, and go from there! Maybe she could even get some sweet tips. She wasn’t going to give up on Selena, not [i]yet.[/i] It was way too early for that! Besides, she didn’t know anyone else that went to the school that was worth crushing on.

[color=997fdb][b]“You shouldn't have to change who you are to get someone to like you, sweetie, being yourself is the best thing that you can be. Trying to convert a straight is bold, and bold is good, but you should just… be careful.”[/b][/color] Marshall gave his genuine advice to the baby candy-to-be. This wasn't going to work out, he knew that, because there was no such thing as “turning” a straight. It would be one thing if Selena was bi-curious, but the girl was closer to asexual than she was to being bi.

At Ophelia's voice, Marshall turned to face his bestie. This was the first time that he openly had admitted his [I]interest[/I] in the sandy-haired journalist to his friends, and his cheeks felt hot at the thought of becoming the next targeted ship of his friend group. This is what he wanted, though, he was admitting that he needed help. [color=997fdb][b]“Well… I don't think he's [I]easy[/I]. And I don't really want easy, I'm kinda over the whole playing around phase. I… yes. Yes, please help me.”[/b][/color]

Cassie grinned. Finally, a mission. [color=f1cbff][b]“Perfect! First we fix this Jamie situation, and then we can get Selena laid, because let’s be honest guys, she’s way too stressed these days,”[/b][/color] Cassie said, her mood having done a total turnaround as she looked up at the board.

[color=6495ed][b]“Of course we’ll help you, Marshall. You’re our top priority. But as soon as we can get Sel off my case… the better.”[/b][/color] Brynn stated, shuddering slightly at the thought of Selena’s bitchiness towards her earlier today. If things did work out with Sean — which obviously, they weren’t going to — she’d have to deal with Selena for the rest of [i]eternity[/i]. How very.

[color=eda946][b]“I can handle Sel. It’s not [i]that[/i] big of a deal, I assure you. I’ll talk to her about it.”[/b][/color] Ophelia promised, before looking over at the bed, where Truly Bliss was being truly unblissful, and had jumped on her very own friend. Ophelia snapped her fingers at Marshall and True alike, [color=eda946][b]“Gumdrop, True, off of the bed. Let Kit take a nap. We’re all gonna go downstairs and get soda. Which shouldn’t be a problem… I finally told Belle I want at least [i]four[/i] of those soda machines. The ones with like, infinity combinations?”[/b][/color] Ophelia shrugged her shoulders.

From underneath True, a muffled Kit spoke out in jumbled tones, [color=7fc19e][b]“Does anyone got any weed or pizza? Both would be best.”[/b][/color]

Ophelia blinked a couple of times, but looked around at the girls. She had neither of those things…

Kit was craving the right stuff. Though, True had never tried weed before. If her mom caught the smell on her, it would the end of all days. Slipping off the bed, True ran her fingers through her hair and eyed the door,  [color=ff682f][b]“I could go get those things? Or leave with Kit and we could go do stuff… I need to go home soon anyways and she should probably be on a bed where her parents can find her.”[/b][/color] So much time was being wasted! Who knew what he was up to now.

[color=7fc19e][b]“Just leave me here. The Doc knows where I am, Truly. It’ll be okay,”[/b][/color] Kit muttered, snuggling a pillow and closing her eyes tightly. True would find her way home.

 [color=ff682f][b]“Okay, awesome, cool. Well I’m outtie then! I need to plan Damian’s funeral.”[/b][/color] True shuffled toward the door, making sure no one was going to stop her. Slowly but surely she will escape.

Cassie looked up as True made her way to the door, grinning. [color=f1cbff][b]”Bye Damian’s Little Sister! Tell your brother we say hi!”[/b][/color][/indent]