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The umpteenth episode of Friends was playing on the tv, but Lyanna wasn’t really paying attention. Her mind was still with Michael and the fact that he had asked her on a date.

She was broken out of her daze when she heard the door slam. She could hear Rebecca groan at the loud sound as she stumbled down the hallway.

Having recovered some from her hangover, Lyanna stood up to fetch a second mug from the kitchen. On her way there she pointed a very tired looking, messy haired Rebecca in the direction of the couch. As she returned and poured some coffee for the both of them, the red haired girl installed herself on the couch and reached for the remote to press play on Friends.

“Wait,” said Lyanna quietly, knowing that if she spoke too loud Becca would refuse to talk to her.

“What?” she croaked.

“Michael came by earlier.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me earlier!” Her hangover seemed forgotten momentarily, a big grin appearing on her pretty face.

“You just walked through the door!”

“Yeah, well you could’ve texted! What did he say?”

“Okay, so you know I was flirting with him last night, and —”

“No, I didn’t, but continue.”

“I got really drunk, and he brought me home! I woke up this morning with aspirin on my bedside table and everything, it was really sweet. He came by to check on me… And to ask me out on a date!”

“Oh my God, that is great! I really like you two together!”

“I know, I’m so excited!”

“When?”

“Tomorrow, he’s picking me up at seven.”

She just smiled and sipped her coffee. Enjoying the moment, Lyanna leaned back on the couch and did the same.

“Wait, Ly, have you told Mister Sparrow dude yet? Are you guys even still talking?”

She hesitated for a moment, but then decided to just tell her the truth.

“Well, okay listen, we’re still talking, but I’m not sure I want to tell him this.”

Rebecca frowned.

“Because I think he might be Sparrow.”

“WHAT?” Rebecca yelled, and immediately after groaned and let her head fall back on the couch, mumbling about her headache.

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