Dinner was awkward. Alice's dad had been skeptical about the idea of David staying, but he's warmed up to him dramatically. I guess a few beers makes everyone your best friend. Since Caleb's death, he's increased his intake of alcohol. It's not so bad as to consider him an alcoholic- yet. He still has other motives which is always a good thing.

After dinner, him and David bonded in the living room. Of course not before David decided he would take everyone's plates to the dishwasher. What's that called again? Oh yeah, respect. R-E-S-P-E-C-T. He seemed to be the type that overly respected people. It made Alice curious, interested.

"What do you think?" her mom smiled bigger than she's ever seen in her whole life.

"About what?" Alice was hitting her fingers on the table as if to be playing drums. Her mom put her hand on her hip and bent slightly to the side. Her entire body language read "really?"

"About David!"

"You're acting like he's a new piece of clothing you just bought, my God, ma. He's a human being, he's..he's alright," she admitted. "I'm sorry if that's not what you want me to say. What, he's an angel! Oh, he's just a bundle of joy!" For all she knew, maybe he was a damn angel.

She got up and went to find Luke. She figured it was the perfect time to see what he's been up to.

She knocked on the frame of his open door and waited for him to allow her entry.

"What's up, kiddo?" she walked in and sat on his bed when he acknowledged her at the door.

"Just playing a game," he answered. He was sitting at a desk, playing one of those online video games.

"How's school going? I heard you, uh, got hit with a football," she was concerned about her little brother. She always knew he had a hard time with making friends in school. With a small population of kids in the school, it was hard to fit in. He was different, and people didn't know how to accept that.

"School's fine. And yeah, I did," he didn't look away from the screen.

"You must've gotten hit pretty hard for it to leave such a nasty bruise like that. And such a perfect place. Like someone was practically aiming for your eye," she always knew how to get into people's heads to get the truth.

"Why is it so hard for you to believe that I got hit with a football?" he grew frustrated.

"Because I know you, and I know that you didn't get hit with a football, so just tell me the truth."

He sighed in frustration. "It's just people at school. It's no big deal."

"Of course it's a big deal, kid. If you let them do this to you, they won't stop."

"I told you it's no big deal. Now just leave it alone. Please." She knew that feeling. She knew that it wouldn't matter if he told her, she couldn't do anything. Just like no one could do anything for her if she told them her secret.

"Fine." She got up and left his room, heading to her own.

She laid on her bed, something she's becoming accustomed to doing most of the time now. She took her phone from her pocket and went on her social media account. She hasn't even looked at it since she got here. She just wasn't in the mood.

She scrolled through the feed of all her friends, reading about their happy lives or pitiful moments of anger that they believe should be shared with the rest of the world.

She came to Anna's friend Kristen, who she too was good friends with. "Halloween party at my house tomorrow! Let me know if you wanna come and make sure you dress up as sexy as possible ;)"

She was sure Anna was going to attend, and she had nothing better to do herself. She decided to comment "Count me in, Kristen." It was about time for her to let loose for a night. She's been bottled up in her own head for far too long. Whether it would help her or not was beyond her, but it was worth a shot.

Before she put her phone away, she shot Anna a text to let her know. The only problem is, it's a Halloween party. What the fuck was she going to wear to that? She got up and opened her closet door, hoping she had an old costume, or anything she could wear.

Searching the entire thing, she finally found something that would do. Skeleton leggings and a skeleton pullover hoodie. She didn't really care to dress up like a slut, she just wanted to have a good time.

Her door was open, but she figured she could try it on quickly, before anyone even walked by. She stripped to her underwear and shoved her legs through the skeleton leggings. She never did put a bra on earlier, so she was bare under her hoodie. She turned away from the door and lifted it over her head. She grabbed the skeleton hoodie and pulled it over her head while turning. She noticed David about to pass her door and quickly covered herself. He stopped in his tracks.

"Can I help you? Do you see something you like?" she yelled, wondering why he would stop and not keep going. Deep down she wanted him to walk by.

"I figured I could close your door for you. Usually people who are changing want to close their door."

She quickly moved the hoodie over her breasts and barged over to the door. "If I wanted it closed, I would have done it myself."

"Then don't get mad when I stop," he smirked. "That's a nice look for you," he said. She couldn't tell if he was joking or serious. He never changed the tone of his voice. It was like he was a robot.

"Just continue on your way, please," she smiled and shut the door. She walked to her mirror to check herself out. She did look damn good, maybe he meant what he said.

She switched hoodies again and took the leggings off, folding the items and putting them on her dresser. She didn't bother to put her other leggings back on, the hoodie was just long enough to cover most of her butt. And she had a nice one. Wasn't too big, but wasn't too small and it was the perfect shape.

She laid back on her bed, closing her eyes. She couldn't get David's face out of her mind, she didn't even know why. She didn't like him, did she? Not like that, anyway. He was a nice guy. A very nice guy. With a nice smile, and eyes, and hair. She wondered if everything about him was...perfect.

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