"Can we rest up a bit? I'm spent." LT huffs, her brow dripping with sweat from the intensive, now-three hour walk since they left the high school. It wasn't supposed to take this long to arrive, but then again it is difficult to blame her when George had them running in all different directions; Isaac's general bossiness didn't help in the slightest either. Either way, it wasn't as though she'd actually make a point to say that aloud, she always had a problem with being far too reserved when it came to confrontation. Well, that's not entirely true, as she had always been known to be a staunch defender those she cares about, but she would never stick up for her own feelings, although she was fine with that. After a brief scan of the area, the larger girl takes a seat on a mossy tree stump, trying desperately to catch her breath. "I'm gonna take a break you guys. Andrew, we have any more water?"

"Yeah, hold on." Andrew reaches into his large rucksack and tosses a bottle of water into a very grateful LT's direction.

"Thanks!" She says, drinking half of the bottle in one thirsty gulp.

Overhearing the exchange, Isaac turns his head and walks back to LT and Andrew. "What the heck guys? We're three-quarters of the way there already! We can't stop now."

"We've been walking for like three hours dude, we really need to rest up for at least five minutes or so." LT extends the bottle to Isaac, shaking it a little. "Want some water?"

"No, I'll be fine." Isaac says, absentmindedly looking at all of their other companions, each of whom look more ragged than the last. "Okay, I suppose we can take a quick 15 to rest up guys." He begrudgingly remarks, kicking a relatively large rock on its side and sitting on it.

"Yes, because we totally needed your permission to do that." Ashleigh quips, rolling her eyes and taking a seat on the ground beside LT's stump, and kicking a few twigs and pebbles out of the way before laying with her back against the cool ground.

"Stargazing?" LT asks, looking down at the Brit', still a little out of breath.

"Yeah…well, sort of; I tend to spend a lot of my nights gazing at the constellations. My favorite is the Gemini, even if I am technically a Sagittarius Astrology-wise."

"Really? Honestly I never really spent much time focusing on the constellations whenever we covered it in science, so I'm not too clear on anything that isn't the Big or Little Dipper."

"Ursa Major or Minor, you mean." Ashleigh chuckles, "And I understand, honestly it's mostly just useless bullcrap. I mean look at that one." The British girl points her stubby finger into the sky, and at a collection of stars that make out a V-like shape. "That is supposed to be Pices."

"Which one was that again?" LT scratches her head in timid intrigue, trying her best not to let out a slightly flirtatious smile.

"The two fish sixty-nineing each other."

"Ha, oh right; yeah…I don't know how a "V" is supposed to be two fish. Man the Greeks really were weird, weren't they?"

"Well, technically Astrology was present in Hindu, Chinese, and even Islamic cultures, as well as Egyptian, Mayan, and other, even older ones as well, and…oh never mind; I'm rambling again. Sorry."

LT looks at her ashy-haired cohort, eyes as wide as saucers before taking an exasperated gasp for air and smiling.

"Don't worry, you're alright; Astrology is just kind of a stretch for me. Let's talk about something else, I've actually always wanted to know more about the UK."

"Like what exactly?" Ashleigh asks with a chuckle, her disbelieving giggle rolling with her usually crisp accent.

"I don't know, um, the only real exposure most of us have had to the United Kingdom was through spy movies, ancient TV shows about time travelers in scarves, and old racist comics. Honestly if I were to just go off media it would seem that you guys were all either super-villains or singing babysitters." LT lets out a nervous laugh before catching her tongue. "Oops, sorry! That totally sounded rude, didn't it?"

"Ha, no don't worry about it, you're fine." Ashleigh bursts with laughter at LT's unintentionally xenophobic remark. "We're not all 'super-villains' or 'singing nannies', we're not really all that different actually. I mean, to be fair, I was expecting things to be a lot different based on what I gathered from Tobie's letters and the silly action movies where, coincidentally, we are the villains."

"Oh? What did you expect?"

"Well, for one, there are less explosions, and, by extent, less heroes walking away from them slowly. I also expected Arizona to have a lot more cacti and sand." Ashleigh says this last part with questionable certainty, trying not to look into the other girl's dark eyes.

"Well I can't say much about the explosions, maybe if you came next week you'd see a lot more of them." LT chuckles lightly, drying her hands on her knees and re-steadying her demeanor. "Though the desert and cacti parts are true about places like Mesa, Tucson, Phoenix, and other cities in southern Arizona, but the northern areas are relatively dense with forests."

"I suppose that makes sense, not all of England is as dreary and filled with bullshit weather as London."

"I wasn't going to say anything…but yeah, movies always make it seem as though England is just always covered with one big rainstorm."

"Yeah, that's…fuck, that's actually not that bad of a description; never mind." Ashleigh laughs a little nervously, noticing the lumbering, fumblesome form of George walking towards them. "Hey there! George; was it?"

"Mmhm, yeah George. You're Ashleigh right?"

"Yup, can we be of any assistance?" Ashleigh asks as politely as she can, barely masking her annoyance in the boy interrupting her conversation with the gorgeous darker-skinned girl.

George clears his throat uneasily. "Actually, I need to talk to LT…in private." The boy fumbles with his pocket, looking down at his watch and sighing. "Just for a second."

The two girls look at one-another, each with glaring disappointment in their eyes before the British girl stands up and dusts off her pants.

"Well, I'll leave you two to talk. Speak with you later I suppose." She waves at LT before walking towards Andrew, who appears to be talking to Lily.

"Definitely!" LT hollers in the direction of Ashleigh before shifting her gaze to George with an annoyed, albeit friendly smile. "What's up?"

"You know Andrew right?" George asks, his bespectacled eyes piercing into his companion's complimentary pair.

"Andrew? The guy we've been friends with for years? Who's travelling with us right now? I hope I know him." She jests, giggling a little uncontrollably before refining her position with a smirk.

"Uh yeah, him."

"What about him?"

"Well, remember I brought up the idea of you two getting together a couple of months ago? The annual Homecoming carnival, remember?"

"George…please don't tell me you're bringing this up again. I already told you that I'm not interested in him romantically, and quite frankly, I don't think he's all that interested in me."

"Yeah, I know that you think that way…but think of how well you guys would go together! You guys already had that one date a couple of weeks ago, right?"

LT's jaw drops as her patience weighs a little thinner. She clears her throat and tries her best to remain courteous toward her friend…if only he wasn't making it so god damn hard.

"That wasn't a date George, that was a mall hangout that YOU set the three of us up on and then never showed up to. It was transparently obvious that you were trying to set us up that day…you even had a limo driver and an array of mall employees dressed as butlers to cater us everywhere! I mean seriously, how much money did you spend getting that shit set up?"

"I told you before that I don't know what you mean…" George lies, looking around. "Look, maybe give the guy a second chance? What's the worst that could happen?"

"George, you're not listening again. I already told you that we don't like each other in that way…I don't know about Andrew, but I'd much rather you stop trying to ship us together…seriously, it's worse than Danny's god-awful "An Ode to Fists: Memoirs of a Puncher" song or Tobie's constant flirting with literally anything that moves." [Or doesn't move, if you catch my drift *wonk wonk nudge nudge* -Danny] LT huffs this last bit before covering her mouth in embarrassment. "Oh god, I'm sorry if that sounded rude…it's just that I'd much rather you stop trying to set myself and Andrew up on dates…if you could."

"Hmm, I suppose you're right, maybe you two should just stay friends…what about that Ashleigh girl though? You two seemed to have been bonding just a bit ago…maybe you two would make a good couple!" George mulls this idea over, a large grin spreading across his face. "Want me to go ask her if she wants to catch a movie with you after this or something?" He asks, standing up from his cross-legged position and absentmindedly turning to get Ashleigh.

LT's face flushes crimson red at this notion, she timidly looks at her friend in frustration, clearly becoming cross with his lack of perception. Upon realizing his intention, she bolts to her feet and grabs hold of his arm, turning him around.

"No, don't!" She yells, a little louder than she had intended, drawing the attention of quite a few of her friends, including Ashleigh. "Um, sorry…didn't mean to interrupt!" LT hides her face in her palms before sitting back down in shame with George sitting down in Ashleigh's former spot. Everyone turns their attention back to what they were doing as LT uncovers herself; face flushed harder than Kevin Smith's toilet. "George…please, I'm begging you this time. Don't do any more shipping involving me, Ashleigh, or Andrew…I'm sure the others wouldn't mind it if you stopped meddling in their affairs as well. Please, just promise me that."

"Oh, I'm sorry…I can be such an idiot sometimes."

George's words serve no purpose other than to make LT feel even worse than she already did, however she strengthens her resolve and places her hand on his shoulder.

"Look George, I'm sorry if I was rude, but I'm just saying what most, nay, all of us have been thinking for a long time. We like you, you're a good friend to care for us so much, but we just would really rather you not try to mess in our personal lives as much. It's better you hear it from me than Isaac anyway."

"Yeah…I suppose you're right." George's voice draws out even longer than usual with his sigh before he stands up and holds his hand out to LT. "Friends?"

"Definitely!" She says with a grin, taking his hand and shaking it. Suddenly their enriched hand embrace is interrupted by the sound of shouting coming from the area of Isaac's stump. The two teens look in its direction to find Isaac and Beau literally screaming words at one another, barely able to restrain themselves. "What in the Sam Hill?"

George watches his friend argue with their group's newest member first in shock, then with a cheeky grin spreading across his face as one word refuses to leave his thoughts: Kismesis.

"Hello there!" Ashleigh cheers as she approaches Andrew and Lily. "Have I mentioned how much I adore your hair?" She asks, admiring the auburn streak in Lily's otherwise jet-black hair whilst she begins playing with her ashy brown drapes.

"Not enough." Lily crudely jokes, popping her gum and pushing herself off of the tree she was leaning on. "Look, I don't mean to be rude but I am not feeling too good. I'm gonna go find a tree or something to…powder my nose behind." Lily says this last part a little uneasily, an embarrassed blush plastered on her face as Ashleigh gives an understanding nod while Andrew looks on, befuddled.

"Weren't you just on a tree though?" The boy asks, looking at Ashleigh for some form of input.

"I think she means she just needs to get rid of some powder…some very smelly powder." The British girl jokes, playfully holding her nose and wafting imaginary poop fumes away from her,

Lily shoots daggers at the girl before lurching forward and bolting out of the area, leaving Andrew even more confused.

"So she has a bad smelling powder? Is that what this smell has been the whole time? Why would it be on her nose? Also, why take it off here in the middle of the woods and not when we get to a pizza place with actual mirrors?"

"Andrew…there really is no other entertaining way to say this, but she had to go kill some small animals with her poop and spare us the death." Ashleigh jabs him with her elbow jokingly.

"Ah, ew gross!" Andrew gags for a second before bugging his eyes and looking at the British girl interestingly, eyeing her up and down with a toothy smirk. "So you're from England huh? That's cool. Mind if I get your digits so I can chat you up some time after you leave?"

"Um…well, what about long distance charges? I'm sure your parents wouldn't want you racking those up now, would they?"

"Yeah, you're probably right…what about your address? So I can send you letters." Andrew continues his attempts to hit on the girl before being interrupted by LT shouting in the opposite direction. He and Ashleigh turn around to find a very flustered LT face-palming and sitting back down.

"What do you think that was about?" The British girl asks, changing the subject. "I hope she's okay."

"Yeah, I'm sure she's alright. But seriously though, think I could get your address to send some letters your way?" The cripple boy persists, clearly not intent on giving up.

Ashleigh kicks the pebbles beneath her feet, uncomfortable with Andrew's advances. "Look Andrew, I'm sure you're a really sweet guy…but don't you think you're coming on a little…what the hell is going on now?" She asks, relieved to have yet another interruption to this incredibly awkward situation.

"Hold on girl, I'm not gonna fall for that. Finish what you were gonna say. I mean I know that I can be a little forward, but it's only because I think you're so fly."

Ashleigh grumbles, sidestepping the boy and gesturing in the direction of Isaac and beau, both of whom are arguing at the top of their lungs.

"I mean that!" She says, frustrated with Andrew's baseless lust and walking toward the other two members of their crew.

"Hold up girl." Andrew says, hobbling his way to follow the girl. "Ugh…damn this limp."

Minutes in the past, but not many; the group has just stopped for a rest. LT takes her walk to sit on her stump and Ashleigh follows her, sitting to her side. Andrew, Lily, and George are standing on alone, but…we've already seen them too. Who have we forgotten to mention? Oh that's right, the Leader and the Faithful, Isaac and Izzy.

Isaac kicks a rather large rock onto its side, begrudgingly muttering to himself as he sits on it.

"Why can't people just freaking listen? We can't keep taking these breaks every five minutes."

"Talking to yourself? Fun!" Beau remarks with a smile, as she walks toward the husky Asian boy and takes a seat on a smaller rock in front of him.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry, I'm just a little irritated that we have to take another break. We don't have all night to get this crap done; it's already midnight and we're just three quarters of the way there. It's kind of important that we get there before Michael; otherwise we may as well just head home." Isaac says these last words with a stressed sigh, turning to face the redhead with a smile. "So Beau, that's an interesting name, is it short for something?"

"Yes actually, it's short for Isabeau."

"Isa-bow? What is that?"

"It's French for Elizabeth." Beau smiles. Taking a breath. "You ever see the movie Ladyhawke?"

"No, but my mom owns a copy of it on LaserDisc and Betamax; I tend to avoid her films at all cost though. She has a…different taste in movies than I do. I don't tend to venture out past the Sci-Fi genre to be honest."

"That's too bad, you should really see it! It is a really good movie, anyway I was only asking because my name is in it. It's from 1985, so obviously it's not where my parents got the idea for my name, but it's still pretty amazing."

"Oh really? That's interesting." Isaac says, looking into her eyes and being taken in by every word that escapes the slender girl's lips. "Maybe we should all get together and watch it sometime; maybe at my place?"

Beau's face flushes a little and she looks down uneasily.

"Sure…maybe all of us can get together and watch it…as friends?"

"Oh of course!" Isaac says, realizing the implication of his suggestion. "Sorry, I didn't realize how creepy I sounded there. Of course I meant as friends, I'm not some creepily flirtatious asshole like Andrew, or even worse…Michael."

"It's okay, you're fine. Sorry, I just thought I should clarify since I already had to deal with Andrew's persistence and George's…shipping." Beau chuckles lightly as she says this, resting her hands on her knees. "Don't get me wrong, I ship all the time…I just don't know how I feel about being shipped with people I've only just met. Actually, I suppose even that isn't THAT bad; it's the shipper then taking ten minutes to try and convince you to ask the other person in their crack ship out, even after explaining to them that you hardly know them. I'm sure they're good people, just trying to find their way, but I don't think I'm going to be spending too much time around them tonight; for obvious reasons."

"Ha, oh I am so sorry for you. Yeah, George can be a little…out there, but he's a good guy deep down." Smiling, Isaac reaches his hand into his pocket and pulls out a package of Skittles, pouring some into his hand before extending the bag in her direction. Beau's contemplation is visible on her face, however, having no reason to distrust the Asian boy any more than she already did with the other male members of her party, she nods yes and holds her hand out for the rainbow deliciousness. "As for Andrew, well let's just say…'to Heck with that guy'. "

Hearing Isaac's mild language brings a slight smile to the girl's face as she pops a few Skittles into her mouth; slipping the rest into her pocket before responding. "Hey, he could still be worse. Besides, I'm sure he'll stop the random flirting when he gets a bit more mature. How old is he anyway? He can't be a day over nine…" Beau politely trails off as Isaac's laughter cuts her off.

"Sorry, but that was kind of funny. Want to guess how old he really is?" Isaac says this through a hard cough, having choked on a Skittle from laughing so hard.

"Um…I don't know, 10?"

"Heh, no he's 15."

"He's older than us? Really?"

"Yeah, he tends to use his boyish looks to illicit sympathy from school staff and other random women. It's not very good for the boy's libido in that regard. He just needs to learn some dam- I mean darn restraint, sorry; almost used colorful language there."

"Really? Well that isn't very thoughtful of him." She sighs, taking a sip of her water bottle and offering it to Isaac, who declines; holding up his own. "And don't worry about the language. Honestly it is refreshing to finally hear someone else who appreciates polite language. Tobie and Danny are really great and all, I just sometimes wish that they could communicate without screaming obscenities at everyone within a five-mile radius. I don't know if it is just because of my homeschooling, but I don't really feel comfortable hearing the f word all the time…I say, realizing how ironic it is that I like something as profane as Homestuck…Besides, it's much more fun to come up with your own words to use to express your emotions."

"Wait, homeschool? No way! Same here! Ha, you're officially one of my coolest friends now." Isaac says with a hearty laugh, finishing his bottle in one large gulp.

"Aw shucks…well thank you." Beau smiles, her face a little red as she pops a couple more Skittles into her mouth.

"But you're into Homestuck too eh? I've been meaning to get into it myself for a while…well Danny, Rose, and Tobie have. I have like three books on my desk at home; I haven't had much time to read more than a few pages before piano practice each day. I do intend to get into it though."

"That's good to hear! It really is the best comic I've ever read; even better than Marvel's Infinity Gauntlet from last year! It's just so deep and intricate and…ugh; can't really say much without spoiling a good chunk of anything really."

"Oh believe me, I know it gets deep and intricate and philosophical later on; that's why I'm really excited to read it. I just need to find the time to sit down and read such an epic story. Danny and I have had quite a few philosophical debates and every time he brings up such thought-provoking points and claims to have been inspired by the comic. I really can't wait to read it. Plus, it supposedly deals with alternate realities too? Like Crisis on Infinite Earths?"

"I never really got into DC…but I guess if that works as an analogy for you, then sure. It does address so many interesting theories like that. Plus, it's a lot of fun regardless." Beau finishes her water bottle as well, having been absent-mindedly drinking throughout their conversation.

"Looks like we're both out." Isaac says, reaching into his bag and grabbing two more disposable water bottles, handing one to Beau and taking the other. "But yeah, science is pretty amazing that way; so many amazing and deep theories that really make you question exactly how far they all run down. It's always been my favorite subject. I mean think about it, if the entire universe, along with whatever potential universes and other instances of reality can all spawn from one singularity, think of what other things are possible if we really were to put our minds to finding answers."

Beau looks at the boy with an uneasy expression on her face before sitting straight and sighing.

"Yeah, or whatever other possibilities there are for our creation."

"Oh?" Isaac asks, a little taken aback by Beau's abrupt change in tone. "What do you mean?"

"Well…I just mean that if you are going to bring up theories like the Big Bang and such, then you should also address how it is just as possible that something else was responsible for all of us and everything being here. Something like, I don't know, God maybe." Beau says, clearing her throat. "Right?"

"That depends on where you are addressing this I suppose. If it's just two friends like us having a discussion, then fine, but if we're going to bring this up in intelligent, formal conversation, then no. That shouldn't even be a question."

"That's not fair though, if one side is going to be represented, the other deserves attention as well; especially if it's the one that makes the most sense." The redhead remarks, matter-o'-factly.

"I did give the side that makes sense attention; you know, the side that doesn't revolve around blindly listening to a fairytale book that has been re-written, edited, and abridged for centuries after its initial release. Isabeau, please tell me that you don't seriously believe that crap. None of it made even a sliver of sense when it was released, much less now that we have irrefutable proof and evidence against nearly every word it contains."

"I don't think you're being very fair Isaac, I mean, maybe it's just how I was raised, but most things in any of the science books that I have read didn't really make any sense, but let's say that they did. Don't you think it's at the very least possible that God could have played a hand in each and every one of them?" Beau says this last part in more of a stern tone; more statement than question as she stands her ground.

"No, no I don't. If we are going to address a scientific topic in a scientific and logical approach, then we shouldn't bring imaginary friends and bigoted books on magic into the equation. Humanity would be much better if we were to abandon the concept of religion as a whole, but that's not the point. If books like the Bible were literally true via translation, events such as the Big Bang, Evolution through Natural Selection, and literally any era in Earth's history ranging from the Dawn of the Dinosaurs to the Ice Age would have never happened. Cutting out indisputable fact in order to keep an irrelevant form of spirituality alive, long after it has overstayed its welcome, is a slap in the face to all that actually matters in this world."

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but there isn't really any actual proof that say, something like the Ice Age ever happened; much less something as, to put it bluntly, laughable as the Big Bang." Beau says, stretching her legs out in front of her, eyes fixed on the boy in front of hers. "And if that is the case, then what 'actually matters?' I really hate to sound rude here, but who's to say that everything you believe wasn't just constructed to test your faith?"

Isaac double takes upon hearing Beau's statement, unsure if he had heard her correctly before gathering his resolve and clearing his throat.

"What?" He laughs, still unsure if he had heard her correctly. "Okay, first and foremost, I really hope you were joking about there not being any evidence or proof or whatever for the Ice Age, as we have glacial striations, polar readings, carbon dating, and the fact that the continents fit together like a freaking puzzle! That isn't even half of the evidence backing Pangaea and the ice age, and it already outweighs literally any of the non-truth that is in the Bible."

"Can we just change subjects?" Beau asks, uncomfortable with the sudden change in conversation.

"Fine, but know this. I'm not bagging on your religion just to be another butthead Atheist, I'm doing it because I want you to see the truth. As I said before, we cannot excel as a species and accept one another until we move past silly things like faith and predetermination. I'm not trying to be a jerk or 'bad guy'."

"Yeah, but what if you're wrong? What if all of this silly rebelling and 'crusading' for truth will only yield you an eternal punishment for not opening your heart and mind to other possibilities? I guess your parents don't teach you the same curriculum that mine instruct me with."

"Maybe not, but my mom is fairly religious and very accepting of my views on life; that's what you don't seem to get. I'm not the one being close-minded or going with my gut over logic. My mom raised me by teaching me different viewpoints and allowing me to choose what I want to believe; I wasn't spoon-fed a bastardized version of the truth in an attempt to subvert any possible choice I could make. Oh, sorry to burst your bubble." Isaac says this last part with a sneer, growing very impatient with the discussion; yet not one to allow a debate to go unresolved, much less lose one.

"I'm gonna go take some time to cool off, maybe I'll talk to you later." Beau says calmly, standing up and brushing her pants. She takes her empty bottle and her partially-drank one and turns to walk away; much to the chagrin of Isaac, who stands up immediately.

"Hold on, we're not done talking. We can still change the subject."

Beau turns around, mouth agape and takes a step towards him in disbelief.

"No, I don't feel like talking much right now. Just give a shout when we're going to get back on the road."

Isaac sighs, holding his head in his palm before retorting.

"Makes sense, should have expected the ignorant to up and walk away because they heard something that they don't believe in. Whatever."

"Excuse me?" Beau places her hand on her hip and glaring at the boy in shock. She had not expected him to continue patronizing her after she had given up on the discussion.

"Oh nothing."

"No, what did you say?"

"Not my fault if you don't want to listen to reason. Too bad, you seemed fairly cool too." Isaac teases, walking toward her and smirking.

"What is your problem?" Beau asks, defensively.

"Problem? You're the one with a problem! I was just trying to change the subject before you decided to drop out of the conversation entirely; although what else can I expect from someone like you."

"One, I tried changing the subject, and you decided to keep pushing the topic. Two, what do you mean by someone 'like me'?"

"Oh nothing; well, you know, aside from an ignorant child." Isaac says this last part with a disheartened sneer, as if regretting each word as it leaves his lips. Regardless of any potential reservations, holds up his resolve, looking down at the girl he nearly towers over.

"An ignorant child? How can you say that? At least I tried to stop the conversation before it got worse; you just keep pushing every time I try to leave. You may call me ignorant for refusing to abandon my faith just because a baseless heathen tried to persuade me to, but at least I'm not being a petty brat by keeping the conversation going!"

"Petty brat?" Isaac exclaims, getting red in the face. "Hello Pot, my name is Kettle, you are black. In case you didn't get the joke, I'm calling you a hypocrite, as you are the one who came back here to get the last word. Sure I'm a little pushy, but at least I'm not blinding myself to other possibilities…like a child."

The two teens stare directly at one another, faces inches apart before their argument devolves into a jumbled mess of incoherent shouting, drawing the attention of all of their friends, who are all now surrounding them; including a rather slender, average-sized male youth who walks out of the forest to join his friends.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" The boy asks, looking at Ashleigh.

"Oh, hey Jon, it appears as though the two homeschool kids are having a bit of a scrum." She says, in her crisp British accent.

"Oh wow…they're getting pretty into it; should we separate them?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." George stutters, with a cough.

"Oh? Why is that?" The British girl asks, curiosity getting the better of her.

"Never get in between a black rom unless one member is already in a red rom with someone else; that's shipper code number A42; everyone knows that. Just let them make out and get it over with; neither one is dating anyone; no need to get in-between a ship so divine." George says this statement firmly, as though it were an order, only for LT to walk past him, her facial expression clearly reading her as being sick of his bullshit.

LT walks in-between Isabeau and Isaac, holding the two apart with her outstretched arms and looking at each.

"Now I don't know why you two are acting like babies, or what it's over, but I don't really care. You, you're supposed to be 'leading' us through the woods and keeping us together; act like it." She snaps at Isaac before turning to the redhead. "As for you, don't indulge Isaac, he's an ass when he wants to troll you; which is all of the time. Ignore him when he gets like this or it may get worse next time."

"But I didn't even…"

LT cuts the girl off with a hair flip, separating the two once and for all.

"I really don't care and could not care less; just cut this shit out." She says, looking at Isaac. "Can we leave now?"

"Fine." He says with a sigh, picking up his bag and getting ready to leave. "Everyone, transform and roll out." Isaac finishes, his party members shrugging and sighing before heading out.