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Contemplation

Set after Byron flushes W and W down the toilet in The Gift

Wisty is telepathic.

Whit POV

We landed in the gross reservoir. I stood up and looked over to where I assumed Wisty was. She was still sitting down, and she had her head in her knees.

"Wisty? You alright?" I ran to her (difficult in the murk,) and pulled her out of the water. Wist looked up at me with a peculiar expression. Not necessarily sadness, but confusion. Almost contemplation. "What's wrong?"

"He loves me."

"What?" I'm so confused.

"Byron. He loves me." Ugh, the weasel.

"So what? A creepy kid is I love with you. Big deal."

"A, It is a big deal. 2, he's not in love with me; he loves me. There's a difference."

"Of course there is," I muttered under my breath.

"And I I I, he's not creepy. He's really sweet."

"Oh so him betraying us, a lot, makes him a nice kid?" My sister has gone crazy.

"He had a good reason to."

"What reason?"

"You treat him like crap."

"What about you?"

"I treat him like a weasel." That made absolutely no sense.

"So?"

"Weasels are decent animals, and rather cute."

"You did not just call him cute."

"Technically, I called weasels cute. Therefore, when he was a weasel, he was cute." It's official. My sister's gone off the deep end.

"What about now?"

"Now, he's kinda hot."

"Don't tell me. You like him now?"

"Whit, I think I'm in love with him." Oh she did not just say that. I mean, the drummer dude was bad, but this was much, much worse.

"How could Byron, who's saved my life quite often, be worse than a rock star who tried to kill me?"

"Because… Because… Because he's Byron."

"I've noticed," she said dryly. She heaved a sigh before continuing. "What's wrong with that simple fact of life? I never said I loved him; just that I'm in love with him. And when I see him, I'm kissing him."

"Ugh, it's bad enough you're in love with him. Now you're gonna add a kiss into this mess?"

"I promised him. And I'm planning on keeping that promise."

"I still don't like my little sister dating him."

"Well fine. Keep complaining. But if you ever date Janine, I get to bag on you." She said Janine like the prospect of us together was horrifying.

"Fine." She started walking in a direction we hoped would lead somewhere. "But I still don't like the idea of you dating an older man, I called, trailing after her.

"One year!" She shouted back.

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