"This is some of your best work!" Midnight squeals, gently squeezing Barbie's hands. She read over a play the girl had written directly for the upcoming holidays.

Barbie shyly beams.

"A live action play of the Breakfast Club?" Baby lifts an eyebrow, preferring something with a bit of action or horror. She nonchalantly shrugs.

"Well, Night is the casting director. So she chooses who plays who." Barbie grins, scrunching up her nose in excitement.

"We chose you for Claire Standish. Mostly for the red locks. You pull off red better than any nitwit in this school." Midnight replies, checking over the next page.

The four girls were at a table far from the boys.

Midnight briefly filled Baby in on how she got into a small tiff with Rocky the night before. She wouldn't go into details so Baby suggested they distance themselves from the hassle of being stuck with boys all the time.

"Who's the understudy?" Sasha asks, eating applesauce provided by the cafeteria.

"Sasha, you can play Allison Reynolds. She is my favorite character from the film. I do love Molly Ringwald for her colors, style, etc. in this particular flick." Midnight speaks, thinking up an understudy.

The boys are watching them from their table in the cafeteria.

Rocky isn't too happy with himself, the way he treated Midnight or how the whole thing was playing out.

Colt is admiring Baby from afar, finishing his breakfast. He never was able to miss her from a far aside from the time she stayed overnight in the hospital with Midnight. He keeps chalking it up to everybody being confined to one household.

"Um...there aren't too many redheads in the school." Barbie replies, sighing. Her eyes roll to the ceiling in deep focus.

"We should cast Rocky as the stereotypical jock." Baby softly pries the script from Midnight's hands.

"Oh, there's two blonde boys in the film. How could that play out?" Midnight wonders aloud. Her mind wanders to other students.

Moonlight Forrester pops into view, walking gently over to the group like a mouse. She shoots Midnight an apologetic smile, "Sorry, family drama. What's up?"

"You could be the understudy to Sasha for The Breakfast Club play Barbie has written for a Christmas special." Midnight offers, deciding it best to not pry into the catlike girl's background.

Moonlight held more of a wild personality like Colt. Except, she was rumored to claw one's eyes from their head for messing with her. "I hate plays!"

"You're the backup!" Baby voices in a 'duh' sort of way.

Moonlight caves, softly stroking Midnight under the chin. "Only if you're there, sweetheart."

Midnight feels herself blush. She eagerly nods, biting her bottom lip.

"She's the one confirming the cast. So, she will be. She's also designing the costumes." Barbie grins, gently nudging Midnight.

Moonlight shows some interest, tilting her head to the side as her eyes remain on the girl. "You beautiful, sexy female, how could you have so much talent?"

Midnight had a stroke. Her face were a pink she didn't know it could be. What the frickety was happening to her?

Baby raises an eyebrow, "Night, is there something you're not telling Rocky?"

"What concern of it, is his? My private life is my own. I don't bother his." Midnight grows grumpy, scooting to the far end of the lunch table. Why were people always so screwed in the arse?

"Um, Night, you kind of live with his family for the time. You are in his private life." Sasha reminds Midnight who slumps over the table.

Midnight is ready to die. She didn't really hold down feelings for anybody; not even the Moonlight girl attempting to hit on her.

"I was only flirtatiously joking. You are beautiful though. All women are. I have a boyfriend. He's an aggressive nut." Moonlight confesses, shrugging as she doesn't care who knows what.

Barbie nudges Midnight to get up, motioning for Baby to join them. She adds to the other two, "Stay put unless the bell rings!"

The boys have begun a conversation amongst themselves. They hardly notice the girls until Barbie slams a script onto the table in front of Rocky. They start as if shocked by the vibrations.

Rocky's eyes trail up, locking onto Barbie. An annoyed sigh comes from his peach pink lips. He takes note of Midnight and Baby a little off to her left. "Barbie-?"

"Guess who is playing Andrew Clark also known as the jock in my special holiday play? This blonde bimbo before me, treating girls like objects." Barbie muses in a menacing sing song tone.

Rocky tenses, turning quizzical. He wraps his head around it. He pouts, caving. He has no other choice, "Fine."

Colt nudges Rocky, "I know you can be a player, but what was that about, Rock?"

...

The day proves daunting.

"I am done." Midnight yawns, entering the grey house after school. She is exhausted, ready to hit the hay until her memory of the previous night kicks in.

"Done?" Tum Tum asks, tugging on her hand. The boy had returned to being carefree, light hearted, and eating since Birdie has been out of the picture.

"She's exhausted in other words." Baby says, following suit.

Jessica appears from the living room. Tears are trailing down her tan features. "Can you come into the living room?"

Midnight and Baby are the first to exchange a look. Slowly, starting for the cozy space. They had been unaware of the two older Douglas boys copying in their action.

The mother is rather hysterical.

Midnight remains, standing in case she needs to make a break for it.

"Mom, Dad, what's going on?" Colt asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Sam Douglas has an arm wrapped around his wife, running soothing circles into her back. He too isn't happy with the news they recieved late last night.

Colt, Baby, and Tum Tum slowly sit on the sofa attempting to prepare for the news.

"Your grandfather, Mori, passed away last night." Sam Douglas speaks the words his wife can't.

Midnight's mouth falls agape. She closes her mouth. She wanted to ask why while noting how sweet the old man had been upon their meeting. Her eyes flit to Rocky who is in utter shock, standing next to her behind the couch. She thought speaking might cause the blonde boy to lash out at her so she said nothing.

"How?!" Colt asks, becoming enraged. He balls his fist, shooting up off the sofa.

Baby jumps in place. She too didn't think talking sense into him would have the best possible outcome.

Colt storms off, heading up the stairs.

Tum Tum soon follows suit.

Midnight fiddles with the hem of the sleeve of the hoodie. She didn't have time to change into one of her luscious pink tops. She scurried from the household upon the first sign of daylight.

Rocky didn't move, needing time to process the cold statement. Their beloved grandfather, dead? It had to be one big nightmare.

Midnight has this urge to comfort Rocky, but why should she? She opens her mouth then closes it. Say something or let it go? Grimacing, she decides to take a bullet. She knew all too well what it was like to lose a loved one.

"Rocky, I can't promise it gets better. Nothing hurts more than losing a loved one especially the only one you're close to. Death is apart of life, growth, and acceptance. It's inevitable." Midnight gently speaks, lightly touching his hand for comfort.

She chose to keep her gaze on the floor beneath them. She already felt like an idiot, reaching out to him when she pushed him away the previous night. The genuine, raw blend of pain and concern in her tone made all the difference in the world.

Baby had tears, streaming down her pale complexion. She had known the man longer, but took into account what Midnight said to be true. She got up off the couch to go comfort Colt whether he liked it or not.

Rocky in need of comfort, pulls Midnight into an embrace burying his face in the crook of her neck.

Midnight feels an explosion of different emotions go off in her stomach. She is slow to return the hug, wrapping her arms softly around him. She could feel the need of a friend in his touch as she begins rubbing soothing circles in his back. The embrace lasts for awhile with Rocky not wanting to pull away from Midnight, but alas it did.

Leaving them both to feel cold, drained, and done with the day. It so happened to be the first time they shared mutual feelings on the same day.

Midnight offered to cook for the family, but Jessica refused. However, she got to help the woman; taking some of the burden off her shoulders. A sadness overcame the Douglas household- the same kind Midnight had become friends with. She could see how exhausted they all were; given the bad news didn't help.