(a/n): Hey! I finally decided to write some more! I've been reading TONS lately so… I figured I had read enough to update on something to feel better about myself so this is what I'm doing while I write this: I am in the floor of my upstairs bedroom at my mother's house. It stinks in here because Mom got tired of Marly complaining it was cold. (The heater hasn't been on in a whole year, if you catch my drift…) I have had three needles in my arms today so if this isn't good blame the drugs!

Summary: It's pretty much what Leo/Orlando and Dante need to discuss… And also I really didn't say but I guess this is if Zo didn't cut Dante's eyes and he can totally see! Also, I noticed some grammatical errors in the first chapter… SORRY! The last chapter was Abby's POV and this one is Dante's so… yeah.

Disclaimer: Remind me again why we are required to have these? Is the name of the site not clear enough? Anyways, the characters aren't mine…

A Discussion That I'd Rather Not Have

"Why didn't you tell me? Didn't you think I deserved to know?" I was still in shock over finding out who Leo really was.

He looked as if I had hit him in the stomach,"Of course I thought you deserved to know! But can you really blame me for what I hid from you? You were struggling enough with the transition through the door!"

I thought for a moment, considering. Maybe he was only being a good brother, as I should be also. He's never done anything, but protect me.

"Dante?"

I look up to the doorway to see mioAngelostanding at the edge of the top step.

"Yes, Love?"

She looked guilty, with a tinge of sadness, "I'm sorry, I interrupted. Never mind."

"No it's fine. We're done here. What is it?" I said while staring at my brother.

"Um, Nat's on the way. She says there's a Motel 6 a few miles from here…" Abby was frowning, still feeling guilty.

"Great! We'll get to planning once we get there," Orlando answered her, looking anywhere but at me.

Then I followed my brother upstairs to wait for Natalie to arrive… We didn't speak for the entire drive…

(a/n): Shortness, I know! But if you push the little review button down at the bottom of the page I might write some more… In the words of my dark side, "HIT THE REVIEW BUTTON!" Yes, I'm a freak but at least I admit it!