❝Why do always call me Cherry?❞
❝Because your lips taste like Cherries.❞
When teenage supervillain Havoc stands up to the head of the League of Villains, Colby Madden's family is forced to change their identities and relocate to a sleepy Texas subur...
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𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 sitting on the living‑room sofa for almost an hour, pretending to scroll through her phone while listening to the disaster unfold in the house she shared with these lunatics she somehow loved. She didn't know what to tell them anymore. They made their bed, and now they had to lie in it—uncomfortable, messy, and full of crumbs from Hartley's constant baked "apologies."
Downstairs, the tension was so thick Aveline swore she could hear it humming in the walls.
"Come on, Amy, could we please just talk about this?" Jake called after her, voice cracking with sheer desperation.
Amy screamed—loud, sharp, and perfectly expressing her feelings—before stomping up the stairs.
Jake winced. "I'll take that as a no..."
Aveline raised an eyebrow. "That was generous of you. I took it as a never."
Hartley hurried into the room carrying a perfectly wrapped plate of cookies—again. A fresh batch of sorry‑for‑being‑a‑bad‑friend cookies, this time with bright pink frosting and little sugar stars.
"Hey, Amy!" Hartley called hopefully. "I made a new batch of—"
"She's upstairs," Aveline cut in, though she didn't even need to say it. Amy's slammed door had announced it.
Hartley sighed, shoulders slumping as she looked down at the cookies. "You're still baking to smooth things over?" Aveline asked.
"Yeah... do you think it's working?"
"As a way to get back on her good side?" Aveline said. "No."
Hartley blinked. "Oh."
"As target practice?" Aveline added. "Yes."
Jake pointed at his forehead. "Where's the target? Right here. I was the target."
"She almost knocked me out with one of your cinnamon buns," Jake muttered. "Do you realize how hard you have to throw something to knock out a super?"
Hartley groaned. "Amy hasn't talked to me in days. Days! I'm starting to think when she said I'm not her brother anymore, she meant it."
Jake rubbed the back of his neck. "I hate being on the outs with her."
"Same," Hartley admitted. "I mean... sure, we constantly lob insults at each other, but for us those are like hugs."
Aveline snorted softly. "You three have the weirdest love language I've ever seen."
Jake sighed. "None of this would've happened if you just told her you were hanging out with Starling—her biggest nemesis."
Hartley glared at him. "Well, you didn't tell her either."
