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four

( ✰ﾟ༚࿐*｡⋆  ⇢ starlight conversations)
"so... you got detention"

   FRANCESCA Torrence laughed wildly as she watched Azalea Green throw a spoon towards Kaleb Braxton, who stopped it in midair and shot it hurdling towards Connor Eros, causing him to jump out of the way.

   "Jesus Christ, Braxton!" The boy exclaimed, shooting a glare towards the two girls erupting into giggles as he walked through the courtyard towards them. "Watch where you move that thing, before I move it up your ass!"

   At that, Francesca let out an airy laugh, watching as Connor cracked his own smile, enjoying the light-heartedness of their encounter. "You know, Professor Vey wants me to be a fortune teller at the Halloween ball this year."

   Azalea laughed, pulling her strawberry locks up into a ponytail. "The word 'ball' implies that it should be fancy. Something with, you know, the big poofy dresses and the useless gloves." She stood up and imitated a curtesy for the amusement of her friends.

   Kaleb laughed, joining the redhead in sitting on the ornate fountain. "Besides all the fancy dresses, that ball is almost two months away, what's she already asking for?"

   Franny smirked, leaning out from the other side of Azalea to look at the telekinetic boy. "She hasn't, yet. But she will in three weeks. You'll see, you'll be there."

Connor raised his eyebrows, leaning against the fountain beside the unique blonde girl. "Impressive, Fran. No wonder you're stuck in your head all the time."

Another airy laugh left Franny's mouth as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I do quite enjoy it. It's like physically, I'm here, but mentally, I'm not."

   Azalea sighed, leaning her head on the other girl's shoulder. "That sounds so nice, actually, Fran. Think you'd be able to teach me how to see the future?" She questioned, looking lazily up at the stars.

   Franny only shook her head, lifting her right hand to smooth out the hair at the top of her friend's head. Franny titled her head to look up into the night sky herself, smiling lightly at the constellations. This group had always been unlikely. The four of them. Connor and Azalea had been best friends for years, though they would never talk about how they became friends. Kaleb had somehow figured out how to get through Connor's stubborn exterior and convince him to be friends, but of course a genius could figure that out. Franny, well she was just a likeable person, who liked nearly everyone. There was also the fact that she told them all she'd had a vision them all around a table in the future, laughing together like old friends. Of course, she'd left out minor details, like Azalea's future scars, Kaleb's future job, and Connor's future wife — a woman she knew now as a girl from school. All they needed to know was that they were destined to be friends.

"Look," came a loud voice, directed towards the quartet. "I know we're not all the best of friends, but we get along fine enough, and I can't drink alone." Fletcher gave a clearly mocking smile as he stepped out of the shadows holding up a bottle of some kind of alcohol Connor assumed was whisky.

   Kaleb, ever the genius, glanced quickly at his friends before giving his answer to the question. "As long as we don't get caught, I'm down."

"Down for what?" All five heads turned to see Scout skipping down the stairs. At the received silence, and Fletcher slowly pulling an arm behind his back, the perky blonde quirked an eyebrow. "What's going on out here?"

    Glancing at Connor, Franny smiled. "It's okay to tell her, you know." When Connor opened his mouth to protest — yes, Franny knew he would — she simply shook her head. "She's not going to tell. In fact, she came out here to see you. You might be able to lie to everyone except Azalea and Carolina, but I know that you'll be caught kissing her soon." She whispered ominously.

   Franny's revelations made Connor's eyebrows raise, as usual. "You know, don't you?" Franny nodded, and that was all the conviction Connor needed. "It's alright, Valentine. Come here."

   Fletcher's eyes widened, and he shot Connor a glare that definitely said 'shut the fuck up, dude'. "Valentine is definitely not going to enjoy this." He quipped, pulling the bottle back out from behind his back.

Connor just shrugged, holding his hand out for Scout to join their little group. "Franny said it'll be fine, she's never wrong."

   Franny smiled lazily at the praise, seemingly drifted off to a land of her own once more. "Scout's going to be a good addition to our group. Fletcher, on the other hand, he'll be a boring one." The group laughed lightly at Franny's joke while Fletcher narrowed his eyes at the blonde, pulling a bag of plastic cups from his backpack.

Scout glanced nervously around the small group, wondering why she had no idea they were friends, and why she wasn't friends with Franny. "Franny, right?" She asked the sweet girl, extending a hand. "I'm Scout. It's nice to meet you."

Franny smiled. "We'll be good friends soon, don't fret. We'll have to overcome a lot as a group."

Azalea pinched her face in discomfort and confusion. "What do you mean 'overcome a lot'? I don't do well with stress that isn't related to fixing Connor's style."

"Well, Azalea, this is one of those things that won't happen right if I tell you about it." She spoke airily.

   Hearing Franny speaking, Connor finally snapped out of his trance — and no, he did not check to make sure wasn't drooling, thank you very much. "What do you mean 'fix' my style? People like me as is."

   Azalea just sighed happily, reaching over Franny to grab Connor's free hand as he sat down. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that." She teased, a sarcastic smile on her face.

Fletcher groaned before anyone could speak again. "Everyone just shut up and drink now, please."

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━━━ meg speaks! 🦋☁️💧
this is the first fully new chapter.
how are we liking everyone's powers so far?
i'm sorry it's taking me so long to write and publish chapters, but i do have my reasons.
enjoy this sudden burst of writing lol.