"I can't believe your moving tomorrow!" Groaned an African American teenage girl as she collapsed onto her best friend's green bean bag chair.
Her brunette best friend rolled her eyes, "I'm gonna miss you too Jellybean."
'Jellybean' played with the loose strands from the beanbag and asked, "When you leave, who's gonna help me fight monsters? Kick my ex-boyfriend's butts? And - This is important - Pick out extremely hot guys to make my 'I still wish you were still mine' ex-boyfriends jealous!"
"Jackson's here. He'll fill in for all of those."
"But that doesn't even-"
"Oh hey Scraper, Jellybeans. You two talkin' about me?" Said a blonde 16 year old guy who remotely looked a lot like Ross Lynch.
The African American teenager growled, flashing her werewolf fangs at him and said, "Shut it blondie! And it's Jean to you, kay!" Jean retracted her werewolf fangs and smiled at him sweetly as the blonde sat down on on 'Scraper's' windowsill which held the view of a Los Angeles suburban neighborhood.
'Scraper' groaned and mumbled, "Please don't start today..."
"Serena's right. Today is her last day here. By this time tomorrow she'll be off to Whitechapel and we should make sure this is going to be the best day of her life." Jackson said, giving Jean one of his signature smiles. Jean was about to argue till Serena gave her a look telling her to shut up.
Jean groaned, but put up a fake smile and said cheerfully, "You know what? You're right blondie. This will be the best day of her life because we're going to A Club!"
Serena shook her head, "Wait! Isn't A Club, Lame now?"
"No, O.K was Lame, A Club was Hopeless." Jackson corrected.
"But Hopeless is Closed now, isn't it?"
Serena glanced over at Jean, "Nah, Closed is Open. What about-"
Jackson cut her off, "Oh god no. 'What about' is the worst restaurant in the history of restaurants."
Jean groaned, "It's Hopeless isn't it?"
"Today was the worst day ever! I can't believe you dragged me to Hopeless blondie!" Jean growled, covered in potato salad.
Jackson growled back, showing off his vampire fangs and yelled back, "You're the one who suggested it Jellybean!"
The three were walking back to Serena's home from the ever popular restaurant Hopeless. Since it was run by vampires, it wasn't exactly Jean's favorite place. Serena grabbed some of her wet hair due to fruit punch and tried to drench some of it out. Jackson was clean of course, he was able to steal some blood from the kitchen as Jean started a food fight about supernatural racism (aka vampires deserve better service than werewolves).
"You're the one who brought up Hopeless!"
Jackson glared, his yellow eyes turning red, "Bringing it up and actually going are two different things!"
"Why don't you ju-"
"Will both of you please shut up!" Yelled Serena, turning around to face the two mortal enemies/Best friends. "Today's my last day here and you guys are spending it arguing! Over what? The fact that we went to a restaurant you didn't want to go to. Or the fact that you just love to argue with her to let off steam about the fact that I'm leaving you guys."
The two stayed silent as she continued, " I know that me leaving is hard. We've been best friends since we could walk. Hell, we've been fighting monsters since we could walk." They laughed a little at that, "I know it may seem like it's the end of an Era but in all honesty, we're just putting it on pause. We're always going to be friends so please don't try to kill each other on my last day. OK?"
Jean retracted her fangs as Jackson's eyes turned back to it's warm brown color. They glanced at each other smiling and the next thing you know, they were laughing at how stupid they all looked. Kinda funny how a monster hunter, a werewolf, and a vampire can get over an argument like that pretty fast.
Something Serena Morgan Hunter is definitely going to miss here in California.
"Bye Scraper. You better call me when you get there! Better yet, Skype me everyday." Jean said hugging the daylights out of Serena.
Jackson ruffled her hair and said in a playful glare, "Don't get to crazy up there in Canada and if you do...don't forget to use the rubber."
Serena rolled her eyes and slapped him on the shoulder before giving them one last hug and making my way towards the plane.
"Hey aunt Sam." I greeted, making my way towards her after I had gotten off the plane. She looked at me and smiled, "Oh hi sweetie. How was your flight?"
I shrugged, "They have high ratings so I guess I could say ok."
"Good. Come on. The kids are dying to see you."
"Wow, this place hasn't changed a bit. It's still has that rustic charm." Commented Serena as she made her way into the Morgan household.
Mrs. Morgan smiled, "Why thank you sweetheart." Then she turned away and yelled, "Kids, Serena's here. Come down and say hi."
A bit of scrambling was heard upstairs before a young blonde girl who looked identical to her mother ran down the stairs and into Serena's arms. Awkwardly, Serena hugged back since she wasn't so use to the affection. Backing away, Jane asked, "Hey Serena! I'm so glad your here. I needed more of a challenge for Dance-Dance Revolution and Ethan's no fun."
"I can imagine." Serena laughed before hearing an offended gasp.
"Hey, I'm not that bad. I can play Dance-Dance Revolution just as well as Serena can."
The two girls both gave him a look and said in unison, "Yeah, ok."
Jane tugged on her sleeve and pulled her up the stairs, "Come on. I want to show you to your room. It's next to mine."
Serena quickly grabbed her bag as Jane pulled her up the stairs making Serena bump into Ethan on the way up. She tried to apologize but Jane didn't stop tugging on her sleeves.
"Hey Serena." Greeted Ethan as he made his way inside her temporary bedroom.
Serena spun around, "Oh hey Ethan. What's up?"
He shrugged, "Nothing."
Ethan began to observe the room walls as she continued to organize her small trinkets like her necklace or her small taser ring. It was quiet for a while, only the sounds of jewelry clinging together could be heard.
Suddenly Ethan asked, "Why didn't you tell me you were a monster hunter?"
Serena was not fazed by his question, in fact she was expecting him to say something. Raising an eyebrow she asked back, "Why didn't you tell me you were a Seer?"
He gave her a small smile, "Touche."
"So how long have you known?"
"A few days. Did you know Benny's a-"
"A Wizard. Yeah I kind of did."
And the two continued to talk for old times sake. Cousin to cousin, friend to friend.
She definitely missed this as well.