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Mac let the lights from the party play over her face and moved her body to the booming music as she slowly sipped the drink she had mixed in a red solo cup. She had opted for a simple vodka cranberry as her drink of choice keeping the small bottle of vodka in her back pocket so she could mix a new drink at a drop of a hat. 

[color=7ab085]“You know Keeks I really do-”[/color] MacKenna’s sentiment was cut short by the shriek coming from the blonde blur divebombing her roommate’s lap. It was Lottie Diedrikson, her cousin and best friend in the world. Even though Mac loved Lottie like a sister she couldn’t help but feel like she was in always in Lottie’s shadow. It had always been that way ever since they were kids and all throughout high school. Everyone loved Lottie so they liked Mac by association. Even now Kiki’s only focus was on Charlotte and nothing else.

[color=7ab085]“Nice to see you too Lottie!”[/color] Mac pouted from behind Kiernan with her arms crossed in front of her tapping the empty cup on her hip. She was just about to interrupt their snuggle session when a familiar voice called to her.

[color=8882be]"Macaroni ~ Did you miss me?"[/color]

The dark-haired girl couldn’t keep her face from contorting into a grossed out grimace at what Aleric had just called her. He knew she hated it when he called her that. [color=7ab085]“Shut the fuck up you loser!”[/color] she grinned at him throwing her arms around him [color=7ab085]“I actually did…”[/color] she said rolling her eyes in Lottie and Kiernan’s direction. 

She turned back to face her newly arrived friend [color=7ab085]“You getting settled back in ok?”[/color] she asked. Whatever Aleric answered Mac had a hard time focusing on what he said because there was a very strange scene going on over his shoulder.  

Theodore Bonfamille was walking with determined steps towards them before he stopped and took a swig from a bottle. Then he seemed to have some sort of inner discussion with himself before looking in their direction and quickly scurrying off toward the beer pong table. 

[color=7ab085]“What in the world…”[/color] Mac whispered to herself. [color=7ab085]“Al! Follow me!”[/color] she said snapping her fingers as she bounded in the direction Theo had gone. When they arrived at the pong table Theo and Connor seemed to be setting up for a new game. Mac let a smirk spread across her face as she approached the two men. 

[color=7ab085]“Hey! You playing?! How about we double? Me and Al against the two of you nerds?”[/color] Before they even had time to respond MacKenna grabbed the small ping-pong ball throwing it up into the air trying to catch it again. But as the clutz that she is, she missed the ball on its way down and it bounced on the table corner and away from them [color=7ab085]“Oh shoot!”[/color] Mac exclaimed and ran after it. 

The small ball kept rolling away and the girl cursed under her breath as she ducked down lower to get it. But suddenly she collided with something solid. [color=7ab085]“Ouch… What the fuck?!”[/color] she yelled falling backward.  

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Bastién had promised his sister a makeshift throne and he was a man that always kept his word. So as the pair walked around Bas kept his blue eyes on the lookout for somewhere for them to sit and wait for their brother to come back with their drinks. [color=8f1900]“Ah..”[/color] the dark-haired triplet let out as he spotted a few large rocks on a small hill looking out over the rest of the party goers.

[color=8f1900]“Come on Mads…”[/color] he said tightening his grip on his sisters arm steering her towards their makeshift thrones. From upon the small hill the Bonfamille siblings could watch over the party scene like royalty. As it should be of course. Bas took of his dark denim jacket and laid it down so Madéleine could sit down without getting her dress dirty.

The siblings spent some time talking and laughing together as they watched the party going on around them but to be completely honest Bas was getting bored. He furrowed his brows as their brother took his sweet time getting their drinks, he stood up surveying the crowd to see if he could spot Theodore. 

[color=C8961E]“BUBBLESSSSSSS!!!”[/color]

A voice from the crowd called out and a man pushed his way towards them. It was Lance, one of Maddie’s friends. Bastién turned to face his sister with a smile. [color=8f1900]“You guys enjoy the party. I’ll go look for our idiot brother.”[/color] he said as he made his way down the hill nodding to Lance as he passed him.

The middle Bonfamille sibling regretting stepping into the crowd almost immediately. The mass of sweaty bodies gyrating on each other made him uneasy. As he got through the mass of dancers he spotted his brother standing around a ping-pong table with his friend Conner and… oh, that’s why Theo had forgotten about him and Maddie. MacKenna Diedrikson was among them as well. Bastién rolled his eyes as he continued on into the cabin. 

The first floor of the cabin was still full of people milling about drinking and shouting. Bas took a walk around examining the place the books in the bookcase, the weird paintings that hung on the wall and finally the booze table that was set up in the corner of the room. Bastién wrinkled his nose at the spread on the table: warm beer, melting ice, of-brand liquor and questionable sliced citrus. He decided to pour himself some gin and topping it of with some tonic water dropping a slice of lime for good measure. He turned around looking out over the room leaning on the table sighing deeply while he took a gulp of his subpar gin & tonic. With a huff he got of the table and made his way through the room when he got to the stairs that led to the second floor. 

When he got to the top he was pleasantly surprised to see that there was no one up there. You could still here the booming music from the outside but it was more muted and it had a somewhat calming effect. Again Bastién walked slowly around the room examining it. Something that caught his eye was an old casio keyboard set up next to a big window. He sat down the folding stool in front of the keyboard and set down his cup on the floor next to him. There was a layer of dust covering the keys that Bas had to blow away. Apparently the owner of the cabin hadn’t played on the instrument for a while. He pressed the switch and to his delight it turned on and the speakers worked.

The young man stretched his arms and his slender fingers before he closed his eyes and let his fingers move over the plastic keys playing the first [url=https://youtu.be/mkilnHHeJOs?t=7]piece[/url] that came to him.           
 
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