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"Claire, Serah are you ready to go," Mrs. Farron called out.
Claire picked up her dance bag and locked the main room before appearing beside her sister, "ready."
Mrs. Farron smiled, "alright let's go."
Claire and Serah followed their mother outside to where Fang and Vanille were waiting. Claire smiled at her new friend who smiled back at her.
"Do we need to go to the motel?"
Fang looked at Claire's mother and nodded, "if it's not too much trouble."
Her mother just waved her off, "none at all. Is it the one right down the road?"
"Thank you so much for everything you're doing for us Mrs. Farron," Vanille chimed in.
Mrs. Farron just laughed, "Please don't call me that I'm only thirty six. I'm not that old. Feel free to call me Avery."
"So whatcha wanna do when we get home Vanille," Serah asked her new, bubbly friend.
"Serah," Avery snapped, "language please."
"Sorry momma," Serah looked down.
Avery sighed and bent down to her youngest daughter's height, "its fine darling but remember what your father and I have told you about talking like that. You want to sound like a sophisticated young lady, okay?"
Serah smiled and hugged her mother, "yes ma'am."
Fang, who was watching, cocked a brow at Claire. Claire just laughed and shook her head.
"I'll tell you later," she mouthed to the curious look that Fang was giving her.
Avery stood up and led the group to her car. Once they all piled in with Serah sitting up front with her mother and Claire between Vanille and Fang they headed towards the motel. Through the whole ride Fang asked questions that she had about Cocoon and Claire answered most and some with the help of her mother.
"It's just real different from home, ya know?"
Claire laughed, "No I don't know actually. I've never really been to Pulse so I wouldn't know. The closest I ever been to feeling the way you feel is when I go to competitions and my parents can't join."
"Gran Pulse," Fang corrected.
"Gran Pulse," Claire mocked.
Avery shot her a look in the rearview mirror, "Claire, mockery."
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again," Claire apologized.
"Thank you," Avery said looking back at the road.
Fang was perplexed. Why did the two sisters get in trouble for normal things like talking? She shook her head. She would never truly understand Cocoonians. Before she knew it she was descending the stairs of the motel with two small bags.
"That's all you two have," Avery asked with a worried look.
Fang shrugged, "uh yes ma'am. We didn't really have the time to pack a lot. We have two sets of clothes each and a few other things; the essentials."
Claire leaned over and whispered in Fang's ear, "You shouldn't have mentioned the clothes."
Avery looked at Vanille then to Fang, "does Vanille have any dance clothes or school clothes?"
Fang rubbed the back of her neck, "um no not really. I can buy some."
"Oh nonsense. Tomorrow I have the day off we'll take the two of you shopping for some extra clothes. We also need to get Vanille some proper dance attire as well as shoes. Claire you can come with us," Avery smiled.
Claire groaned. The one thing she hated more than anything was shopping. She found it extremely boring.
"Claire Farron," her mother called out strictly.
"Yes ma'am," Claire responded.
With the end of the discussion and no argument from Fang because of the look on Avery's face they set off to their new home. It wasn't a long drive but it wasn't a short one either. Soon Fang's eyes were nearly popping out of her head.
"This is your house," She whispered to Claire.
Claire laughed, "Welcome to Farron Manor. It's a bit much."
A bit much was an understatement in Fang's book. This place was huge. It had a gate for heaven's sake. When Avery said three families could fit inside the house she wasn't kidding. It was easily a three story house. On the ground floor it had a wraparound porch with a swing and chairs in the front. You could see that there was a garden in the back because of the path that led to it from the side of the house. There was a huge front yard with a cherry blossom tree that had a swing attached to it. If the outside looked this amazing Fang couldn't wait to see the inside.
"It's so beautiful," Vanille let out with a sigh.
Avery smiled at her, "Thank you. I grew up in this house and when my parents passed away they gave it to me and my brother. My brother didn't want it so I moved into it when I got married."
Once Avery parked the car next to another, they all piled out and Serah was the first to run into the house. Avery shook her head at her youngest daughter's antics.
"Always so excited to see her father," she laughed.
Claire laughed with her, "well he gives her everything mom so she probably wants to see what he brought back from his trip. Where did he go this time again?"
"Palumpolum," Avery answered.
Claire nodded and walked through the doors. Fang followed behind and looked around. When you entered the house there was a long hallway that looked like it split into three near the end. One led upstairs, one let to the kitchen, and the other led to the den and eventually the dining room. Fang followed Claire up the stairs that led to the second floor of the house.
"This is where my dad's office is. It's also where my parent's room, Serah's room, and soon to be either yours or Vanille's room. My room is on the third floor," Claire explained as she kept walking towards the next set of stairs.
"Isn't the next level an attic or something Sunshine," Fang questioned.
"Suppose to be. My mom's parents had it remodeled when they bought the house. It was my grandmother's art studio for a while, then it was my mom's music room and now it's my room."
Fang let out a sigh, "wow."
Claire opened the door to her room and stepped in with Fang following. Fang looked around the room. It was a whole floor of a room. In the center of the far wall sat her bed, which was a queen sized bed with poles that were attached. Around the poles Claire had white string lights. She had a large chest of drawers pushed against the right wall under the window. She had a desk beside it that was piled with papers and books neatly. The left of the room had a couch in the corner with a TV mounted on the wall. The rest was just open space. On the left wall you could see a plain door in the opposite corner and two French looking doors. Her walls were covered in paint. It looked like someone painted on them. It was fireworks, and cocoon on the outside as well as a painting of Gran Pulses grasslands.
"That door over there is the bathroom and those lead to my closet. You can just put your stuff on the couch," Claire said as she threw her stuff near her dresser and jumped on her bed.
Fang sat her stuff on the couch and walked around looking at the paintings, "what's with the scenery?"
Claire hummed and sat up, "oh that? That's what my grandma painted when it was her studio and we just never wanted to paint over it. It's too beautiful to."
Fang nodded, "did they go to Gran Pulse."
"My Granddad did once. He told my grandma all about it and she painted it."
Fang looked from the painting to Claire, "it looks just like it. Pretty cool Sunshine."
Fang walked around looking at all the random things Claire had in her room before her eyes settled on a weirdly shaped case in the corner, "what in the bloody hell is that thing?"
Claire raised a brow at her, "it's a Cello case. It's a string instrument. Never seen one before?"
Fang shook her head, "who plays it?"
"It was originally my moms. She put me through lessons when I was younger. I'm not as good as she is though," Claire explained.
Claire looked at the case then back at Fang before scooting over and patting the spot next to her. Fang took a seat after she slipped off her shoes.
"So I have a few questions," Fang stated once she was comfortable.
Claire pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin atop them, "shoot."
"Okay. What's with your mom getting mad about you talking a certain way," Fang questioned.
Claire laughed, "If you haven't noticed the Farron's have money. We've been a part of the high society for a few generations. It's the way we were raised. We've had to go to social events since I was born and you have to act like a lady. That means sitting properly and talking properly. Serah's still learning. We also have to be able to speak fluent old Cocoonian. It's all that weird writing you see around."
Fang nodded, "okay. That sounds horrible. Next question; how did you graduate school early?"
"That's easy. To get a full scholarship for dancing you have to put in a lot of time and keep up your grades. Because you have so much time that you have to log you get on the fast track at school. All that means is your taking classes that are a lot harder that what your age group is taking. I graduated at fifteen and I've been logging in hours for dance ever since. That's all I do now. I thought about taking some college classes but I'd rather dance," Claire explained.
"Wow. Impressive Sunshine," Fang smiled.
Claire blushed, "thanks."
"So you said your mom played music. Was that her talent? How'd she get into dance?"
"Um," Claire scrunched her brows together, "she took an interest in music when she was young and she took a lot of classes for it. When she was ten she broke her arm so she couldn't play Cello after that because it hurt her arm. She was really upset and one day after school she heard music and followed it to a dance studio. Ever since then she's danced to keep in touch with music. She said it was just as powerful portraying music as it is playing it."
Fang looked impressed, "that's pretty powerful. What got you into dancing sunshine?"
Claire blushed, "I remember watching my mom and she said when I was three I started to copy her so she let me try out for her dance company. Everybody thinks I got in easy but she judged me harder than anyone else and I almost didn't make it in."
"She judges you harder because you're her daughter. That sounds tough," Fang stated laying down on the comfy bed.
Claire laid beside her, "it's a pain but I will do almost anything to keep dancing."
"Almost anything, huh? Like murder?"
Claire laughed, "I doubt I would kill anyone but you never know. You better watch out."
Fang laughed as she watched Claire yawn, "Tired Sunshine?"
"If you knew my rigorous schedule you would be tired to," Claire weakly smiled.
Fang yawned with her, "You're making me sleepy Sunshine."
Hearing no reply, Fang looked over to see Claire snuggling her pillow asleep. She laughed lightly and pulled the covers over her and went and crashed on the couch. Fang's last thought was of the pink haired dancer before she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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-ShortStuff24
