Faythe awoke, bundled in blankets and feeling less than perky. Opening her eyes and looking around, she realized where she was: Danté and Vincent's house. She sat up; the single Reno of light that managed to worm it's way into Danté's room comforting her. Hesitantly, she got out of bed and headed upstairs.
Danté was already in the kitchen- surprisingly awake at eleven-thirty- she could hear him laughing. Everyone looked at her as she entered the room, making her feel self-conscious. Vincent sat at the table, Ava there was well, and Donna Way smiled at her, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Good morning, Faythe. I'm so glad you could stay." Mrs. Way smiled.
Faythe shot Danté a look, "Yeah, thanks Mrs. Way."
"It's no problem, honey; you're welcome anytime here." She smiled, getting up and leaving the room. Faythe smiled back; she loved Danté and Vincent's mom. She was such a loving, caring woman.
"Danté? Would you mind if I took a shower?"
"Go for it, Faythe." He said, feeling slightly awkward.
"Babe, why don't you show her where the towels and such are?" Vincent suggested to Ava, kissing her jaw.
"Sure! Come on, Bug; Danté and Vincent's bathroom is this way." She paused a second, looking at Vincent, a smirk playing on her lips.
"I know what you're going to say, and I don't even want to hear it." Vincent groaned, putting his face in his hands. Ava laughed, whisking Faythe back downstairs to the boys' bathroom.
Faythe sat on the toilet, holding a large, fuzzy towel Ava had given her. Ava had left the room, going to get her some clothes. She had a stash of clothes in Vincent's closet for the frequent nights she spent at the house (unbeknownst to her parents). She walked back in, setting the outfit on the sink.
"Ava?" Faythe asked, finally speaking. Ava stopped what she was doing immediately, turning to look at her best friend.
"Yes Faythe?"
"I think… I think I made an idiot out of myself last night." There was a moment of silence between them.
"How, baby? Tell me; you obviously need to get this off your chest." Ava said, kneeling next to Faythe.
"I freaked out on Danté." She admitted. Ava's heart skipped a beat; today was the day she finally found out how Faythe felt about Danté. "My mother forgot to pick me up; and he never showed up, and I was tired… I don't know."
"Do... do you like Danté, Faythe?"
Faythe looked at her, eyes wet with tears, "Yeah. I love that boy, Ava. But he doesn't- I mean, he would never… not me." she mumbled. Ava mentally rolled her eyes, not wanting to give anything away.
"Take a shower, darling, clear your head." And with that, she kissed Faythe's forehead and left, shutting the door behind her.