F**k It, It's The End of The World [Lorien Legacies]

Two

Six

Marinas bedroom is a dead replica of mine, and I'm beginning to feel like Nine's cêpan intentionally did this because he knew this penthouse would become a safe haven for us all one of these days.

Smart bastard.

Marina pulls shirts, plants, tank tops and everything else from the millions of shopping bags she came in with, and basically instructs Ella and I to take what we want.

As I sift through the piles, I claim most of the tighter fitting tops, some of which are long sleeved, some tank tops, some with low cut necklines and even a few cropped turtlenecks that I'll probably never wear, but at this point anything is accepted.

By the time I've gathered up a collection of leggings and a few pairs of jeans, alongside a Victorias Secret bag of underwear and bras that Marina assured me would fit (the only logical explanation was she somehow got ahold of my one and only bra to check the size, or she's just really good at guessing), Ella is admiring some of the dresses she's picked out for herself.

"Where the hell are you gonna wear those?" I ask her, as she holds a forest green long sleeve fitted dress over her tank top and jeans she's currently wearing, admiring it in the mirror.

She smiles and blushes, and Ella clues in moments before I do. "She wants to look pretty for Eight!" She exclaims, causing Marina's cheeks to flush to a deep red. I smirk, and watch her hang the dress in the closet.

"There's nothing going on between me and Eight," she sighs, picking up a bag of more practical clothes for fighting a war. She mindlessly starts putting them all away, and I glance at Ella, who looks at the both of us skeptically.

"Yeah right," she scoffs. "I think he likes you back he just doesn't show it well."

Marina turns around, and steps out of the closet. She looks at me, as she leans against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest. "I just- I don't know. He acts the same around everyone, like he makes jokes with all of us, he teases everyone, he's so friendly too, how am I supposed to tell if I'm different?"

"Pay attention to the way he does those things rather than just the fact that he does them, you'll get an answer," I shrug. Before I can continue, there's a knock at Marinas door, and Nine opens it and enters before any of us can invite him in.

"Ella, kiddo I need your help with something," he says to her. She bounds up from her spot on the floor, grabbing all her stuff, exclaiming that she's going to show Nine what Marina got her.

She runs out the door, and Nine catches a glance at the Victorias Secret bag beside me, and smirks, glancing between me and it. I scowl at him, and he shoots me a wink in response before shutting the door, leaving Marina and I alone together.

"To be honest Mar, you can't ask me for any advice in the love department. John hardly talks to me, and even with Sarah gone things are super awkward, and Sam's literally a hostage right now and I didn't even get a single minute to really decide if I like him back or not, I still don't even know."

"That kiss between you and John is still left unsaid?" She asks, sitting on the end of the bed. I slouch back into the cushy pillows, and sigh.

"Sarah came back so fucking fast, and he was immediately back at her side like nothing happened, even though she literally sold him out to the feds."

"He's a dumbass," Marina scoffs, flopping backward onto her bed.

I pad over to the bed, and flip backwards as well. "Definitely."

She sighs. "Not like it matters anyways. We're too busy fighting a war."

Nine

Marina volunteered to cook dinner for us all, Eight and John deciding to help. Ella is watching some kid movie on the television in the living room, which I've been suckered into watching as well. I'm hardly paying attention, I keep glancing over at the kitchen, watching as Marina follows a recipe from the internet closely, Eight fools around beside her, flirting with her incessantly, and John is focused on cutting potatoes as instructed.

John, Johnny boy who kissed Six while dating Sarah, with unfinished business with both chicks at once. I don't feel guilty for eavesdropping on Six and Marina's conversation even though I should, but super hearing and curiosity are hard to combat even for someone as good at beating everything as I am.

Speaking of the blonde devil, Six wanders by the kitchen, keeping her distance from John as he stares after her, almost longingly. It's kind of pathetic, especially considering he so boldly claimed he was Pittacus. So high and mighty for someone who can't face a chick, a hot one like Six for that matter.

I only realize I'm staring at her as she makes her way to the couches where Ella and I are lounging. She's thrown on a pair of black leggings that fit in all the right places and a long sleeved v-neck shirt that is tightly fitted, showing off her cleavage.

I look away before I'm caught ogling over her.

"Whatcha watching kid?" Six asks Ella, very blatantly paying no attention to neither Johnny boy or I. The latter for good reason.

"Enchanted," she replies, taking her attention from the television for a split second to acknowledge Six.

"Very nice," she replies nonchalantly. "Hey Mar! How long till dinner?"

•••

This is the first time ever that I've ever been able to really fill the dining table. Sandor and I used it plenty, but we never had true guests of any kind, which meant that we usually sat at each head of the table and Sandor would make me use telekinesis to serve my plate and pass around salt.

This is far more enjoyable.

I sit at the head of the table across from John, Marina and Eight are close beside each other and Ella and Six across from them, Six sitting on my end, as far away from John as possible. He seems to have clued in to it being intentional, cause he seems very thrown off by it. We all break into conversation about more on who we are, where we came from and share stories of growing up.

I take every moment to boast about my strength and how powerful of a garde I am, lightheartedly sharing the story of how I dangled Johnny over the side of the John Hancock centre cause he was so convinced he was Pittacus. Six tries to hide her enjoyment at that story by keeping her eyes down and pushing her food around on her plate.

"I want to find Sam and Sarah and bring them back, then we go for Five," John states out of nowhere.