Vic's Pov:
Liv's promise of more cake was a lie. By the time I convinced myself to get off of Willy, she had eaten it all.
"Well, there's always next birthday," Was her response. The rest of the evening was spent on Nick's massive leather sectional, crammed between Willy and Sara. For my own sanity, Tito was the one to try and convince Luke to join us for our 90 Day Fiancé marathon. As I expected, Tito had no luck in convincing Luke to come out from hiding.
"We watched that episode last week, what else is on?" Gus asked, as Nick thumbed through the channels.
"Of course we didn't watch it last week, they get updated daily," Liv replied, still trying to get comfortable in her place.
"Hey look, it's your school," Sara spoke, pointing to one of the many flashing screens Nick was flying through.
"Go back a few channels, I think I saw that too," Liv added, motioning for Nick to change the channel. Sure enough, Rockwell Junior Senior High School was the cover news story for Nevada 5.
"-And top rated in the entire state. Nevada 5 reporter Macie Lynn is taken through the daily life of one of the students at Rockwell Junior Senior High, and gets to experience first hand what quality education is all about," The reporter spoke, before a cheap transition turned the camera to a female reporter.
"Dang, didn't we go here?" Liv asked.
"How on earth do you not remember that?" I scoffed.
"It was a weird time, like, remember health class?" Liv asked again.
"I'd rather not remember the five years of honors health class they made me take," I laughed.
"Honors? How the Hell do you get in honors health class?" Liv scoffed.
"Would you two shush, I wanna go to school," Ozzie hissed.
"We're here with Rockwell's Andrew Setter, a seventh grader who is on the JV football team," Macie Lynn spoke.
"Hey, wait a minute," I grunted, watching the blond teen smugly staring into the camera, "I know this kid,"
"So walk us through the school, tell us about the classes offered here," Macie instructed, being led by Andrew.
"All of my classes are in the left side of the school, because I'm not in high school yet," Andrew explained, entering the building.
"What is your favorite part about RJSHS?" Macie asked, the camera awkwardly trying to pan around the boring school. There were no other children in the building, making the interview seem really awkward.
"I make a lot of friends here. Every day it's like I'm meeting someone new," Andrew shrugged, stopping in front of one of the classrooms.
"Isn't that the kid that's always beating on Luke?" Liv asked.
"That's the one," I replied, not taking my eyes off the screen. I had known kids like Andrew from when I was Luke's age. They grow up the exact same, and end up working at the local restaurants for minimum wage. Just like you, Vic.
"This is my favorite class, intermediate algebra. I have it with all my friends," Andrew spoke, pointing to one of the rooms next to my own. I recognized the hallway instantly, but something seemed off. My room door was left open.
"Did I forget to lock that again?" I mumbled quietly, resting my chin in my hands. It was unlike me to forget something as simple as locking a door, especially since RJSHS was notorious for creating child thieves. I was inherently one of them.
"Your door?" Liv asked, hearing my talking.
"Yeah, it was open a few scenes ago. I thought the night janitor would've made sure it was locked for the weekend," I explained.
"Don't you lock it?" She asked again.
"Yeah, I lock it every time I leave," I added, trying to remember the events prior to now. My memory wasn't serving me well.
"'Ya think someone snuck in?" Willy asked.
"I really hope not, there's not anything in there worth stealing though. The most they'd get might be the projector unit bolted to the ceiling," I shrugged.
"You should get a security escort on Monday," Liv suggested.
"Whatever, it's not like they'd stick around," I scoffed in return.
"I'm serious, what if there's a homeless guy in there,"
"Or girl," Sara added.
"Then they're going to be very disappointed, I never carry more than twenty bucks on me," I sneered.
"Didn't you apply for a new credit card?" Liv asked.
"I did, it keeps disappearing from my wallet. I probably keep dropping it somewhere," I replied.
"This show is boring, where's the cooking?" Gus asked, taking the remote from Nick to thumb through the channels. Stop panicking, Vic, it was probably just weird lighting. No one would want to sneak into an English classroom. If you keep this up you're gonna have another night terror, and you need to get more sleep to convince Liv you're not going insane.
"Hey Vic, a Nyquil ad," Liv teased, snapping me from my trance. I rolled my eyes, looking from the TV to her.
"I fall asleep just fine," I sneered back. Maybe sleep is no longer the answer. Maybe I just have to stay up all night to stop Jerry from bothering me.
"You don't sleep anyways, you're always up in the middle of the night making some sort of racket," Ozzie spoke to me.
"Oh stop botherin' Vic-" Willy started.
"Then how do you explain all the noise you made last night?" Arty asked.
"I, um," I paused, trying to think of something to say. I didn't want to talk about Jerry, seeing as we just finished enjoying a celebration of getting rid of him.
"We'll leave that up to you," Willy spoke. That was a much better response than what I was going to choose.
"Vic I swear," Liv laughed, rubbing the bridge of her nose.
"I feel like you both are gonna end up trying to dodge the legal system and somehow get married," Gus spoke, his eyes glued to the cooking competition channel on the screen.
"They can't get married, it's against all natural law," Arty scoffed.
"We're against all natural law, just look at you, you're a talking alligator animatronic," Ozzie sneered.
"I'd go into details, but I don't think it'd be-" Arty started.
"Family friendly?" Cammy quickly interrupted.
"I swear you guys are so immature," Willy grunted. The brief moment my face flushed with emberassment gave me time to briefly distract my thoughts from my lack of sleep. Just get Willy to stay up with you all night. He doesn't sleep anyways, might as well make the most of that.
"Aye, Vic, speaking of yourself, have you noticed anything about the mark on your brother's hand?" Tito asked.
"Huh?" I asked, briefly caught off guard.
"Madam, thou art tired, thou must rest soon," Knighty spoke.
"Oh, um, nah, not really," I started, trying to gather my thoughts back to reality, "I don't like to look at it. It scares me,"
"Didn't you put some sort of wrap on it?" Liv asked.
"I did at the beginning of the school year, but recently I've just kind of forgotten. I doubt he keeps it on during school," I nodded.
"I've been keeping track of it, have you noticed it becoming more noticable?" Tito then asked. I turned to face Tito.
"Darker?"
"Si, when he first got it, it reminded me of a scratch, but now, it looks like a tattoo," Tito explained.
"To be honest, I haven't been paying attention," I shrugged, "Why on earth would a mark like that be changing?"
"Well, a cultists' mark like that symbolizes the bind to the cult. I don't know how well you remember, but Jerry and his group all have the same mark on their hands. And they're all dark like tattoos," Ozzie generously explained.
"You wouldn't know anything about tattoos, you've never gotten one, have you?" Arty asked.
"Of course not, I've just seen the ones on TV," Ozzie replied.
"You all watch way too much TV," Liv laughed.
"It's not like we lose anything from it," Gus shrugged, mimicking the chef's actions on the screen.
"That's true, isn't it," Liv replied, smiling.
Willy's POV:
That was the awkward end to that conversation, as there wasn't anything said after Gus hushed all of us in order to continue watching his cooking show. Vic had begun to doze off shortly after, beginning to slump against my shoulder. No one else seemed to notice, which was okay. She needed the sleep. I tried to focus on the weird cooking competition show Gus chose, but something seemed wrong. I could feel it in the room, and it wasn't from anyone there. As much as I wanted to give Luke a piece of my mind, I knew that wouldn't get either of us anywhere. Luke wasn't about to listen to me, as he was downright disgusted with the strange relationship I had with Vic. In fact, Luke made a special effort to avoid me altogether, which I was really irritated by. I had to ignore that, though, as Luke was clearly struggling in more ways than one.
Vic chirped slightly as she began to drift off, catching the attention of a worried-looking Liv.
"Is she asleep?" She asked.
"More or less, she's not sound yet," I replied quietly.
"That poor thing, she's hardly had any time to focus on healing herself," Liv whispered back, "Has she told you anything about her sleep troubles?"
Vic had specifically told me not to tell anyone, but things were beginning to get out of hand for her.
"She's been having night terrors," I replied simply. That was all Liv needed to know. She seemed to be taking the hint I didn't really want to disclose Vic's information, as she dropped the conversation shortly after. At least, Liv dropped the conversation.
"Night terrors? I knew here was somethin' up with her, is she okay?" Sara asked.
"I think so, she stays asleep pretty nicely, there's just a few times she's had her little episodes," I continued.
"Are you talkin' bout' me?" Vic mumbled, slowly coming back awake for a few seconds.
"Don't be mad," I replied.
"Whateva' just tell 'em the truth, no use keepin' it a secret," She drowsily smiled, slumping over my lap to fall asleep again. I placed both my forearms over Vic, trying to help warm her. She deserved whatever comfortable rest she could get.
"Well?" Cammy spoke, motioning for me to explain.
"Alright, so for the last few months Vic has been having strange dreams about Jerry," I started, gaining everyone's attention, "According to her, they started off small, but slowly started to evolve into somethin' more realistic. One night, she started screamin' and thrashing around. She didn't stop 'till i managed to wake her up,"
"And you said this has been going on for the last few months?" Liv asked.
"More or less. I soon learned that Jerry was the one makin' her nights hard. She doesn't get into too much detail, but I know that it always has to do with Jerry and his cult," I continued.
"Why didn't she mention this earlier?" Liv asked, glancing down at Vic.
"She didn't want to draw attention to it. She thought they'd go away, so I agreed to keep quiet," I shrugged.
"Has this been kept up every night?" Liv asked again.
"Only nights when she's struggled with Luke,"
Everyone was silent for a moment, with the cooking channel playing in the background.
"Someone needs to snap Luke back to reality. To be honest, Vic changed after she left your restaurant," Liv spoke, folding her arms.
"Changed?" I echoed.
"Could you not tell? I don't know if you knew the kind of person Vic was before," Liv replied.
"We know who she was, Lund was always talkin' about her," Arty replied.
"After that whole experience, she had some sort of attitude change," Liv said.
"Well, I guess there was somethin' that snapped in her after her soul was nearly ripped clean out," I shrugged, trying to tell if Liv was being passive aggressive.
"She definitely got softer. There's no doubt about that. There was a time she wouldn't have let Luke get this far," She continued. As much as I wanted to stick up for Vic, I couldn't afford to try and take biases.
"It's understandable, she's trying to live a double life. Cut the poor thing some slack," Arty spoke.
"Yeah, cu'me some slack," Vic mumbled, her mouth hanging open.
"Are you still awake?" Liv asked, nudging Vic's leg.
"No," Vic smiled, her eyes still shut as she grabbed my arm to hold.
"Well wanna toss your opinion in?" Liv asked.
"I don't even know anymore, I'm still a baddie, aren't I?" Vic sneered, rolling onto her back to look up at me.
"You've always had an attitude, don't get me wrong, you just need to stop taking Luke's sh-" Liv started.
"I know, I'll keep trying, kay?" Vic spoke, letting her eyes flutter as she arched her back to stretch.
"For now, you look like you're about to pass out, why don't you go to bed?" Liv offered her.
"I don't wanna be a drag, what time is it?" Vic asked, hazily sitting up.
"Imagine being a human and needing SLEEP," Ozzie sneered.
"Whatever, it's the weekend, it's what I'm supposed to do," Vic shrugged, laughing.
"It's nearly eight, you go to bed so you two can stop snogging in front of us," Liv smirked.
"Oh shut up," Vic laughed, rolling off the couch to stand up, "I'll see you all tomorrow morning,"
"Sleep well Vic," Cammy called, followed by several other 'good nights'.
"If you need help with anything, lemme know," Liv called after her, "Are you gonna keep an eye on her?"
"I probably should, I don't know if she's told you about her latest bruise on her back" I replied, standing up to follow Vic. Vic had a nasty bruise on her upper back from hitting it against the back of her dresser.
"Oh we knew, we thought that was from you," Arty teased. Liv laughed loudly, joined by Nick.
"How would I manage that, I can't ever-you know what, never mind, you idiots have a good night," I sneered back, walking towards Vic's room. I couldn't tell if Vic and I were in any form of relationship. We never talked about anything like that, which I was fine with. It was sort of a known thing at that point, as everyone in the house was always very enthusiastic about voicing their two cents on. Some of their jokes were actually true, but neither Vic or I were about to confess to that.
"Asleep already?" I asked, shutting Vic's door behind me. I heard the others crank the TV volume up, which might be an issue for Vic.
"Nah, can't sleep now," She replied, laying on her stomach and kicking her legs behind her.
"Did your five minute nap do it?" I asked again, readjusting the blankets on the ground.
"Kind of, I can't really tell. I just feel so drained right now, come lay with me?" Vic asked, placing her hand to her left side. I was quick to join her, instantly pulling her onto my chest. Vic shoved her arms under my shoulder plates, trying to get comfortable.
"You know you're doing a good job, right?" I asked, doing my best to comfort her. I had a knack for being able to tell when Vic wasn't doing well, and tonight was especially one of those nights.
"I'm trying," She mumbled. I could feel her small heart pounding against my chest, as her back slowly rose as she breathed.
"Anything you wanna talk about?" I asked again, hoping to try and make her relax before she went to bed. As much as I wanted to help her out during her nightly horror routines, I hated what it was doing to her. So did she.
"Not particularly, anything you wanna talk about?" She returned sleepily.
"Not anything I can think of," I replied, stroking her back slowly. I paused, trying to think of ways to lighten her mood. "Excited for your birthday?"
"My birthday?" She scoffed, looking up at me slightly, "I don't really care about it,"
"Well I definitely care about it, 'cause it's yours! It's not everyday you turn twenty," I joked back.
"I guess you're right, still though. I'm dedicating that day to celebrating Luke's," She sighed.
"Isn't his birthday the day before yours?"
"Yup, I just think I need to keep an eye on him. If I can keep him out of trouble, I might be able to convince him to start thinkin' of me as a sister, and not an enemy,"
"Good idea, but still, what about you?"
"I don't need anything," She smiled.
"We both know that's a lie," I sneered.
"Only four days away. Luke's birthday is this Monday," Vic breathed, taking both her hands out from under me to rest her chin on.
"Four days, huh? Well, you've got the whole weekend ahead of you to enjoy yourself, right?" I asked.
"Enjoy it with me, would ya'?" Vic asked sweetly.
"Anything for you, birthday girl," I smirked. As I held Vic tightly, I remembered exactly how fragile her body was. In all the days I had spent murdering humans, I hadn't really stopped to consider how weak they actually were. It wasn't until Nick came to spend the night that he gave all of us a run for our money. I never cared to admit it, but he had me to the point of begging. Vic didn't need to know that. She was especially fragile seeing as her soul was still trying to recover. She was a good person. A misunderstood, misguided, good person. And I loved every bit of her, as unnatural as that was.
"I can't sleep yet," She grunted, playing with my shoulders.
"Well what are you gonna do about that?" I replied, placing one of my hands behind my head. Vic's eyes met mine, as she exchanged several ideas through the coy smile on her beautiful face.
"I love you," She purred softly, her eyes traveling across my body, right back up to my eyes.
"I love you too, girly, and there ain't nothin' that will ever change that,"
Luke's POV:
"Jerry?" I asked, fumbling around in the darkness. It seemed like the only way to communicate with my cult was through sleep.
"Luke, we've been waiting for you," I heard Jerry speak fuzzily through the black abyss. I kept walking, trying not to lose my footing. In a few moments, I could see the cult. They were all where I left them. I had stopped dreaming about their torment a few weeks ago. It had brought me temporary relief until I remembered that I was only dreaming, and Jerry was somehow projecting himself into my mind. He had yet to teach me that skill.
"Jerry, there you are," I breathed, running towards them.
"There's our little guy," Sasha smiled.
"You guys have no idea how awful today was," I groaned. The cult seemed to be the only people who understood my daily struggles.
"Tell us what happened," Carlos spoke, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
"Liv, Nick, and my own sister decided to have a party celebrating the banishment of you guys," I shrugged, "And they all seemed just fine with it, even though I'm sure they knew exactly how much it hurt me. They did it to spite me, even though they also celebrated my birthday, so I guess that part was okay,"
"That sounds absolutely awful," Jerry consoled.
"Truly terrible. They're shaming you for wanting to be with your true family," Kevin added.
"And on top of that, I'm still stuck with them all," I continued, throwing my hands in the air.
"I know exactly how hard that must be for you," Jerry replied, "I've been visiting Vic every now and then, and she," Jerry paused, "I'd rather not talk about it now, for your sake,"
"It has to do with Willy, doesn't it," I grunted, "She's an embarrassment to me. That whole relationship is completely unnatural,"
"We're glad you agree with us on that," Camilla smiled.
"Humans and machines are not compatible," Jerry stated.
"They won't even tell each other how they feel, it's completely pathetic," Oswald added.
"It's completely gross," Gustav added.
"Vic isn't gonna outlive him, unless he somehow decides to go out with her," Arthur spoke. I saw a glint of interest in Jerry's eyes.
"That's right Arthur, Vic is still mortal. This might be beneficial," Jerry smiled, looking towards me. I nodded my head.
"I've learned the entire spell, and gotten everything I need," I smiled in return.
"Perfect, I knew we could count on you, Luke, you've proved yourself a very valuable member of this cult," Jerry laughed, ruffling my hair, "Now, you just need to start the ritual somewhere where there are plenty of souls. We'll need the energy when we return,"
"I know just the place," I smirked.
"Perfect, now, I'm going to pay Vic a little visit," Jerry spoke.
"I wouldn't do that, it's her birthday weekend and I think she's already started it in her room with Willy," I shrugged, trying not to gag.
"Don't you worry about that, I've seen just about everything the two of them could possibly throw at me, there isn't too much that'll phase me," Jerry smiled.
"I can't wait to finally see you guys again, there are so many idiots that are deserving of your rath," I spoke, changing the conversation.
"That's the spirit, no pun intended. You can't even see us yet you're still dedicated to our practice," Arthur spoke, slapping me on the back.
"Just say the words, and your revenge will be our group bidding," Kevin replied.
"Gee, thanks, I'm really excited," I smiled again, scuffing my right foot against the ground.
"We know you are, Luke, we know you are," Jerry smiled, chuckling lightly, "And trust me, we are just as excited as you,"
"Hola, chico," A fuzzy voice boomed overhead.
"Ugh, it's Tito," I mumbled.
"Hang in there, just a few more days," Sasha comforted, stroking my cheek. In a few moments, I could feel my limbs again.
"Buenos dias," Tito spoke happily, hovering over me. I wanted to scream in anger, telling him to get out of my room and let me go back to bed again.
"Good morning," I mumbled as normally as possible, sitting up slowly.
"Liv wanted me to come wake you, we've got a surprise," Tito spoke happily.
"Another one? If this has anything to do with the cult-" I started, glaring at Tito.
"No, no, this is something else, come in so she can tell you," Tito smiled, before leaving the room. I sat in my bed for a few moments, relishing in the last few moments of tiredness.
"Jerry, I cannot wait for you to come back," I grumbled out loud, before pulling myself out of bed. I rummaged through my large pile of clothes, continuing everything both clean and dirty. Vic had stopped doing my laundry since we came to live with Liv and Nick, and I had absolutely no idea how to do it. That meant my dirty clothes would just pile and pile up until she managed to somehow catch on to the fact I wasn't doing it myself.
From the pile, I pulled a t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and finally, a beanie I had recovered from the lost and found. I hadn't worn it yet, because I knew full well everyone in the house would have something to say about it. Today I felt different though. More confident, in a sense, and that would most likely come in handy for whatever 'surprise' Liv and Nick had planned. I had a feeling whatever it is, Vic had something to do with it too.
Walking into the house, everyone's eyes instantly shot towards me.
"Good morning, Luke," Liv smiled, handing me a plate of toast and eggs.
"Mornin'," I mumbled, instantly accepting the plate. Nick was an amazing cook, no doubt. I wasn't about to admit that out loud, obviously, "Where's Vic?"
"Yeah, Willy, where is she?" Arty sneered, motioning towards Willy, who shoved him to the side.
"She's still gettin' out of bed," Willy spoke towards Arty.
"Did she have her night terrors?" Sara asked. Willy looked towards her.
"She was pretty restless last night," Willy shrugged.
"So, what are we supposed to be doing today?" I asked, interrupting.
"So, right after I drag Vic out of there, you, Nick, Vic, and I are going to the county fair," Liv smiled, waving her hands playfully. I raised my eyebrows, completely unamused at that idea.
"The county fair?" I asked in reply.
"Yep, it's gonna be a lot of fun," Liv smiled. She, like Vic, seemed to have changed since the whole incident. Liv was much more positive than before, which was kind of annoying. Hang in there Luke, you only have to put up with them for the weekend.
The floor creaked as Vic groggily emerged from her room, rubbing her eyes. She looked like a train wreck. Her eyes had dark circles under them, and her movements were really stiff.
"Looks like someone slept well," Ozzie teased, as Vic cracked her back loudly.
"Something like that," Vic replied, accepting a plate of food from Liv. She and Vic met eye contact for a few seconds, as several unspoken words were exchanged, that, based on their smiles, I didn't care to know about
"So did Jerry bother you last night again?" I asked, grabbing Vic's attention. She stared at me.
"He did. I really need this cycle to end," Vic replied, rubbing her eyes.
"That's why we're going to the county fair today. We're going to get you outside and socializing, and hopefully it'll distract your mind for a while," Liv explained.
"I haven't been to the county fair in ages," Vic winced, stretching her arms over her head.
"And we get to stay here," Gus frowned.
"Don't worry, we'll bring back some souvenirs or something," Liv laughed. Nick turned around from the stove, startling me slightly. His black outfit blended in with the kitchen appliances surprisingly well, so I hadn't seen him earlier. I looked towards Vic again, who was leaning against Willy as she ate. Jerry is right. Those two are so weird, their relationship is completely unnatural. Vic noticed me staring, and instantly glared back.
"How'd you sleep?" She asked.
"Fine," I replied. I wanted to shoot a passive aggressive comment at my rude awakening, courtesy of Tito, but I decided not to. That could wait till Jerry came back.
"Are you two done?" Liv asked impatiently, rocking back and forth. Vic shoved her empty plate into the dishwasher, which I followed in suit.
"Are we taking the Camaro or Mustang?" She asked.
"Let's take the Mustang, you've got four seats in there," Liv replied, tossing Vic her keys.
"I'll drive," Vic smiled.
"Only if you stay awake, you look like you're about to pass out," Ozzie joked.
"I'll be fine, just let me do my makeup," Vic rolled her eyes.
"You don't need makeup," Willy called after her, as she walked towards the bathroom.
"She does, Willy, you haven't been around her long enough to know what she looks like without it," I shot back, hoping Vic hadn't heard me.
"Your sister is beautiful with or without," Willy shrugged.
"She really is, Vic has great skin," Liv laughed. I rolled my eyes. I hadn't gotten a single statement about my beanie, which I was glad about. The longer they held off from talking about me, the longer I could maintain my sanity.
Vic eventually emerged from the bathroom, looking completely refreshed.
"Took you long enough," Arty joked.
"I only took twenty minutes," Vic sneered back, slinging her keys around her finger.
"We'll be back soon, you guys have fun," Liv called, exiting into the garage.
"Thanks, we won't," Ozzie called back.
"Here," Vic spoke, as soon as we were in the garage. She handed me a pile of bandages for my hand. I rolled my eyes, pretending to wrap it around my hand as I got into the car. If my luck was good, Vic would forget about it and not realize I stuffed the entire thing under the driver's seat. Once everyone was crammed into her small car, she cranked the engine. I much preferred riding in the Camaro, as the ride was much smoother. Whatever, I still had my 4-wheeler, which was honestly pretty awesome. Without having to rely on Vic for my school transportation, I'd be free to come and go as I pleased.
Vic was a little heavy on the gas, as our descent out of the driveway was a little rough.
"Jeez, Vic, where'd you learn to drive, a farm?" I grunted, holding on to the passenger side bar. I had been crammed in the back with Nick, which was a pretty tight squeeze. Vic didn't reply to me, as she whipped the Mustang onto the highway.
"I like your outfit," Liv spoke quietly, over the slow hum of an old song on the radio.
"Thanks," I replied, adjusting my beanie. This caught Vic's attention, as I saw her eyes instantly shoot towards me from the rearview mirror.
"Where are you getting those clothes?" She asked, steadying her grip on the steering wheel.
"Wherever I want," I shrugged in reply.
"I've never seen you with a hat," She continued.
"Can't a guy change his style?" I asked. Vic shrugged, following the directions her phone was giving her.
"You aren't stealing, are you?" She then asked after a few seconds.
"Never said I was," I replied.
"Stealing is illegal, Luke," Vic scolded.
"Didn't stop you from doin' it," I replied again.
"Just because I once did something doesn't mean it's the right thing to do. Please don't steal, if you get arrested they're gonna drill you until they realize that you and I aren't who we say we are," Vic explained, her eyes following the road as she clicked on her turn signal to exit. I rolled my eyes, leaning towards my window. "You've been rummaging through the school's lost-and-found, haven't you,"
"Maybe," I replied.
"Ugh, Luke, those are people's clothes you're wearing, that's disgusting," Vic whined.
"You wanna talk about disgusting Vic, let's talk about you and-" I went to start.
"No, Luke, we're not doing this right now," Vic instantly interrupted, her grip tightening around the wheel. I decided to drop it, as I didn't want Vic making a scene in front of everyone. Honestly, this is just as embarrassing as her 'respect' fascination with Willy's Wonderland.
"So, Vic," Liv started, beginning to engage Liv in a conversation to diffuse the tension. I didn't bother to listen to either of them, as I was focused on the passing power lines outside my window. Nevada was mostly all just desert, which didn't make for a very appealing drive. I didn't even know where we were heading, as I had never been to the Rockwell county fair before. I'm sure it was going to be lame, as most everything in this stupid town was.
"Hang in there, Luke," I heard a voice echo through my mind. It instantly caught my attention, as I smiled.
"I'm doing my best Jerry, I'm doing my best,"