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"Why am I here again?"

Ryellie glanced back at Erica, who was standing a floor below her on the ground. "I'm new at this," She answered, inching her cousins' bedroom window open. "I could fall."

"And you're gonna rely on me to catch you when you do?" Erica asked, crossing her arms.

Ryellie didn't have much of a choice, with Rory trapped inside and Sarah driving around town trying to find a hall to have the party in. She smiled at the question, hoping it was meant as a joke.

Erica was starting to think Ryellie took all the fun out of teasing her, when she noticed the freak-of-a-fledgling looking back at her again. "What now? You can't tell me you're afraid of heights, you hang out on the roof."

"I was just thinking you should probably text Rory; Let him know we're here in case Reegan goes upstairs and he has to stall."

"Why do I have to do it, is your phone broken?" Erica stared at Ryellie, puzzled when she started laughing.

"You think I'd actually own a reason to talk more?" Ryellie was warming up to the idea of her own phone, but she wasn't exactly there yet.

Rolling her eyes, Erica pulled out her cell phone while Ryellie crawled through the window.

In the dining room, Rory was too full to function. Reegan was talking about something, but he couldn't register the words. Until she said: "Ooh, look, you got a text from Erica."

Reegan didn't look the least bit shocked when Rory ripped his phone from her grasp, before she had a chance to read anything.

Rory read the message as quick as 'vampirish-ly' possible, and promptly deleted it.

"Well, what did it say?" Reegan asked in her usually demanding tone.

"Where's Rae?"

"It said 'Where's Rae'?" Reegan didn't know what to be more baffled by, the question or the fact that Rory asked it in the shortest sentence she'd ever heard him speak.

Rory laughed, which wasn't a very pleasant experience with the way his stomach felt. "No, I'm just curious."

"I'm curious what the text message said. You looked kinda stunned and Erica already dumped you, so it can't be worse than that. Can it?"

"The breakup was a mutual thing." Rory insisted.

"Okay, whatever you say." Reegan replied, sounding doubtful. "Now, can you you quit avoiding my question?"

"Is there any more pudding?" Rory was running out of things to stall with, but he shocked himself asking that. Even though Reegan hated how he kept changing the subject, she had to wonder why he went that route.

"You want more pudding?" She asked, eyes wide. "I figured you were ready to explode."

"Does that mean there's no more pudding?"

"Yeah, there's more." Reegan said slowly, raising her eyebrows at Rory as she got up from the table. "Sit tight, I'll get you some."

The second Reegan entered the kitchen, Rory got another text from Erica. A single word, that might as well have been 'freedom'.

CLEAR.

"Never mind." Rory called out as he slipped his phone into his pocket, a smile spreading across his face. "I gotta get goin'."

He was gone before Reegan could say goodbye. She stood in the doorway with an oversized pudding cup in both her hands. "Fine, more for me ya... lunatic. And by the way, a 'thank you' would've been nice!"

Back at Ethan's house, not much progress had been made with the planning. He addressed the others in his living room with the task at hand. "We've got two options. We can either get everything without a theme done first, or we can decide on one now and do all the planning around it."

"Don't we need Benny and Sarah for the second option?" Rory asked, which is exactly what the girls were wondering.

"They already made theme suggestions before they left: Seeing Double and Night & Day."

Rather than an understanding nod, Rory sent Ethan another perplexed expression. "But, the way I see it, the twins aren't so different. Rae's like a... mild version of Reegan."

"And what are we supposed to do if we go with Seeing Double when it comes to decorations?" Erica questioned, obviously irritated. "Buy two of everything?"

Ethan didn't look like he was up for that, either. "We'll pick a theme later." He replied lamely. Before he was through with his sentence, Erica tossed him the address book and began dragging Ryellie away, since the two of them were closest to the door.

"Let's go find a cake recipe." She wanted this to be over with, and she wasn't the only one.

"This place looks like Halloween." Sarah commented, after taking one look at the catering hall in front of her, through the driver's side window of her car. Every other place she and Benny had gone to was booked solid, so they were left with no other option.

"I guess it's a good thing we found it when we did, then. We'll have time to clean the place up before the party." Benny said, as he got out of the car, Sarah following reluctantly.

The place looked like it had once been elegant, before it started falling apart and vines and moss grew around it wildly. "If no one's had a party, or a wedding, or a... anything here in years, I wouldn't be surprised." What did surprise Sarah was that it hadn't been closed down. "It's not exactly inviting." She sounded as disgusted as she looked when she said that.

"It just needs some fixin' up." Benny reasoned. "Between my two spell books, I'm sure we can find someway to pull it off."

Sarah gave Benny a look. "You wanna add magic to creepy, when is that ever a good idea?"

"The twins are shape shifters, they won't mind." Benny figured they'd be too upset that their friends threw them a party to yell at them for how they went about it. "Plus, everyone else invited lives here. Even if they aren't anything out of the ordinary, I'm sure they've seen enough that is. They should be used to the unexplainable."

Sarah almost laughed, but a shooting pain went through her neck. She winced sharply, and involuntarily bared her fangs.

"Or not." Benny practically yelped. "Maybe Reegan and Rae will be perfectly happy having the party in their backyard." (At least that way, everyone would go through less trouble to put the party together.)

"Not you." Sarah replied, sounding just as scared.

"Don't you find it ironic that we ended up paired together for this?" Ethan asked, as he checked another item off a list that seemed a mile long. He dropped the pack of invitations into the shopping cart, while Rory pondered his question.

He seemed to be deep in thought about it, but all he came back with was: "No. Why?"

"We both haven't been in the best of moods lately. That can't be good when we're trying to plan a party."

"I'm not moody." Rory insisted. Though he was making the argument from the floor.

Ethan stared down at him with an eyebrow raised, and offered a helping hand, not even bothering to ask what he tripped over. He couldn't hold back the question he did wind up asking though, with the record amount of times Rory had fallen lately.

"Does heartbreak mess with your equilibrium?"

Rory took no offense to that, but he couldn't answer. After he let Ethan help him to his feet, something had him distracted. He looked like he couldn't breathe. "What is it?" Ethan asked, clearly concerned.

"I thought I saw-" Rory cut himself off. "Forget it." Even though he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, he looked downright horrified.

That wasn't something Ethan could simply ignore. He placed a comforting hand on Rory's shoulder, about to apologize for the comment he just made.

But suddenly, the scene in front of him was inside the Temberlon and Newbold residence. The family stood around the dining room table-which had a meal fit for Thanksgiving set out on it-dressed to the nines. The adults were smiling politely, while the girls just stared, their eyes glazing over.

"What did you see?" Rory questioned, calling Ethan back to reality.

He blinked, trying to put the vision into words. "I wish I knew."

Meanwhile, Ryellie and Erica were sneaking around Ryellie's kitchen, in search of a cookbook.

Reegan was upstairs, but if they made enough noise, that was sure to change.

"Is it a hobby within this family, to hide everything?" Erica growled.

"You and I both know that Simon's my family's one sane man." Ryellie joked.

"If that's true, where's the cookbook? And why can't we just buy a cake?"

"My family alone has too many mouths for a store bought cake to feed." Ryellie forgot to mention that Simon would surely throw a fit over anything store bought that someone in the family could've made themselves. Erica gave a reluctant nod, and Ryellie turned around toward the fridge. "Found it." She announced in a whisper, relieved.

The textbook thick book sat atop the fridge, pushed toward the back. Ryellie swallowed nervously before flying up to where the book was, trying not to think about what happened last time she was up there. The cookbook was heavier than it looked, which messed with Ryellie's balance. She knew she wouldn't be able to stay up in the air much longer, but didn't have enough time to warn Erica about that. She and the cookbook hit the ground with a thud.

In a flash, Erica was standing above her. "Why does your fridge have to be so tall?" She could barely reach the spot where the book had been.

"Yes, I'm fine." Ryellie replied teasingly. Though she was thinking despite what she could say about Erica, she would never leave her hanging. With a roll of her eyes, Erica held out her hand. Surprised, Ryellie took it and got back on her feet.

"This makes us even for the hug." The two girls shared a laugh. (They figured they only had to worry if they heard Reegan descending the stairs.)

"Ry and Erica laughing together? Miracles do happen."

"Rae, how do you do that?" Erica wondered aloud, hoping neither of the others had seen her jump in surprise.

"I live with her and I still haven't figured it out." Ryellie said, picking up the cookbook.

"Why do you guys need that?" Rae asked after a light laugh. She knew her cousin had most of Simon's recipes memorized.

"Erica wants to see some of Simon's garlic-free recipes. To try something different every time she gets a craving for 'regular' food. She's gonna make copies." Ryellie explained.

"Cool." Rae said. Without questioning that, she walked of to her room, even though she thought that sounded rather dorky. And very unlike Erica.

She had to agree, even without being able to read Rae's thoughts. She turned to Ryellie, glaring. "Learn to lie better and quit making me look weird."

Ryellie felt deserving of that, and responded after a sigh. "Noted."

Rae burst into her room, making Reegan spill her makeup. "Yep, I always thought the floor could use some color." She joked flatly, sneering at her twin. It was only then she noticed how bug-eyed Rae looked, and concern set in. "You okay?"

"Ryellie and Erica are bonding over a cookbook." Rae whispered sharply.

Reegan blinked, feeling lost. She hadn't even known anyone was in the house, but she didn't understand why that was such a big deal. "Uhh, translation please?"

"Something is definitely up..."

Thanks for reading, PLEASE review! All ideas are greatly appreciated. Possible themes? Ways the party planning can go wrong? Let me know what you think, a little inspiration goes a long way. I'll update ASAP! =]