-Chapter 8-
~Joy~
Three months of non-stop and it's finally done. Everyone's here. Nina's no where in sight.
I look at the dining table. The same dining table that sat there 17 years ago. A smile spreads on my face.
"Alfie, you don't have to eat the whole table." Jerome tells Alfie, who has his hands full of food and baked treats.
"I haven't had Trudy's food in three years. And I haven't had it here for 17." Alfie explains
"Now, now, don't fight! Do I have to bring out the Corbiere?"
"You still have that old thing?" Eddie asks
"After all these years?" Mara questions
"Yeah, that thing seriously creepy." Mick mumbles
"It just something left of Victors. It was his favorite thing. It's like a part of his is here, like he would've wanted." Trudy sighs "poor man, we all know his death was not easy. Going on 5 years now..."
"Well, he was as old as the dirt on the ground." Patricia mumbles and Jerome basically chokes
"Patricia!" I scold
"What? It's true." She defends herself
"Well, at least you can out your "Victors an Immortal Egyptian Weirdo" conspiracy theory to rest." Trudy tells us
We all laugh but, I look around at Sibuna's faces. I read it in their eyes. It wasn't a conspiracy theory. No matter how old we got, we would always remember what happened here.
"We were weird teenager..." Alfie frowns
"Speaking of which, how's our favorite 'Angelic, All-Star, Reminds-you-of-goodie-two-shoes-Mara-in-every-which-way' teenager?" I ask Fabian
"She's doing fine..." Fabian tells us
"Wait! Did you just call me 'a goodie two shoes'!" Mara question
Everyone laughing. Like we used to. Then we hear the sound of heels clicking against the floor and silence creeps over.
Next thing I know, Fabians face goes flat and he's glaring at something like he was ready for murder, I was afraid to turn around "What in the Bloody Hell are you doing here?"
A/N Think you know why Fabians so mad? Guess in the Reviews!