This is so far my first story. L.J Smith owns Night World. Not me.
All the Daybreak members sat on Thierry's living room, all of them looking uninterested in the TV show they were watching, Hannah Montana.
Except… Ash.
"OMGOMGOMGOMG! MILEY PICK JAKE NOT THE OTHER GUY HE'S CARLY'S BOYFRIEND AND HE'S NOT HOT! OMG PICK JAKE!"
"Ash. ," Morgead threw death glares at Ash.
"Uh, Morgead, TALK TO THE HAND!" Ash said while his palm faced Morgead.
"UH NO NO NO NO NO! I DIDN'T MEAN IT THAT WAY, MORGEAD!"
Morgead stood up and gave Ash a… scary face as if he was ready to kill him at the moment. Ash squirmed while he positioned himself into the 'Armadillo'.
"PLEASE DON'T KILL ME PLEASE DON'T KILL ME PLEASE DON'T KILL ME," Ash chanted while rocking his body sideways.
"I HAVE AN IDEA!" Mary-Lynette shouted just as Morgead lifted his arm up, his finger curled into his palm and his thumb retracted, forming a fist, ready to punch Ash.
"WHAT?" shouted the whole Daybreakers, including Morgead and Ash.
"Why don't we play Truth or Dare?"
"Didn't we play that this morning?" Quinn said.
"AND this afternoon?" Rashel said.
"Fine then. Be that way," Mary-Lynette crossed her arms, her head turning away from the whole group.
"I suppose we can't have a movie night either," Mare mumbled.
"THAT'S IT!" Rashel said. "We'll have a movie night!"
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