tatum noble, no one knows him, seeing as though he had been running and hiding for the majority of his life. it was a bizarre thing for him to be in one place for a long period, yet he did, because of the briggs family, more so the adopted son, harl...
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Luna and Tatum ambled into the room crammed with flashing multicolored lights and sweaty people dancing and hooking up. They were on a hunt for Luna's twin brother, Harlan, well Luna was, and Tatum was drawn away by the glowing headgear.
"Tatum, keep up," Luna instructed once she found out how far behind he was. "I can't find Harlan and keep track of you at the same time. And we also have to find my dad."
"He's probably in the "make-out zone" with some guy, per usual," Tatum replied as he placed the headband on his head. The neon colors became hidden by his dark curls. "You know that's his favorite place to be."
Luna clutched his hand in hers and hauled him in the direction of the room. And, as Tatum suggested, Harlan was in that location. With a guy, who had his hand in Harlan's pants. The guy glanced at him and Luna, the latter waved at him.
"Are they friends of yours?" the man asked Harlan, who reluctantly veered around to face the two.
"Kinda," Harlan answered with a bothered expression. "He's my friend... She's my sister."
"Wow, I knew you were gonna be in here kissing up on some guy, but this," Tatum declared as he motioned his hand around the scene in front of him. Harlan scoffed, adjusted his pants, and walked away, with Luna hot on his tracks. "Have a nice night."
The guy nodded awkwardly. Tatum walked away and followed the twins. Once caught up, he crossed his arms and gave the boy a stern look.
"Dad isn't responding to texts," Luna started.
"So?" Harlan questioned.
"So we're kinda worried, dick," Tatum declared. He felt resentful. And he had an inkling that Harlan could tell. "He might be missing."
"He's a park ranger," Harlan responded as he stepped past his sister. "They don't go missing in the middle of the woods."
"It doesn't feel right," Luna contended.
"Come on, Luna. You know what happens. Sometime tomorrow, he's gonna come stumbling through the front door, covered in ash, and fall asleep on the couch, and then he's gonna wake up, coughing like he's got pneumonia, and go and do it again," Harlan explained. "Look, can you just let it go? It's Friday night. The party only happens once a month."
"He's our father," Luna attempted to reason with her brother.
"Yeah, but not our real one," Tatum's eyes broadened at the boy's sentence. Luna eyes darted away from her brother with an upset expression. "I didn't say that."
"Yeah, you kind of did," Luna responded, her eyes not meeting her brother. "Look, are you gonna help me find him or not?" Harlan didn't give an answer. That answered Luna's query. "Fine, we'll find him ourselves. My sense of smell is better tonight anyway."
