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Chapter Twenty-Nine: Good Things

Saturday, September 11th

Turns out it wasn't that difficult explaining what happened to Nick; however, Angelica didn't take it as kindly. In fact, she had screamed and yelled at me to get out; telling me to never see Nick again. Nick walked me home and promised to see me the next day; Which is today. 

I currently wait at Brewed for Nick, Flynn, Brianna, and Harper. It's our rendezvous to plan for tomorrow's funeral. Also, to catch them up on Vincent's end. Angelica was even more mad that the police had to come and get Vincent's body. At least this time, he's permanently dead. I saw the antler knife in the Skeleton's hand, it was covered in blood. That knife means that Vincent is dead for real. 

Nick is the first one to show up, and I'm pretty sure it's so he can talk to me some before anyone else shows up. He makes a beeline for my table, and slides into the booth across from me. I give him a smile. 

"Yesterday was..." Nick chuckles awkwardly, "It was a rollercoaster." 

"It definitely was," I agree with a laugh, "I am pretty sure you're sister definitely hates me now."

"I can't believe you went all the way to my house to try and save me," Nick shakes his head. 

"I can't believe some Skeleton killed Vincent." 

"And you're sure it wasn't the Crimson Skeleton or anything, right?" 

"It had the normal black cloak," I shake my head, "I have no idea why they did that either." 

"Weird," Nick mutters as Brianna and Flynn show up. Nick comes and sits next to me as they sit in the booth across from us. 

"I am so ready for this whole Skeleton part of our lives to be over," Brianna sighs. 

"Me too," Flynn wiggles his eyebrows, "but I have some good news!" 

"What's your news?" I grin. 

"It's about Sebastien...we've finally become a thing!" 

"I'm so happy for you!" 

"Me too," Brianna gives him a tight hug, "Finally! I've been shipping you guys for ages!" 

"Shipping?" Nick mutters to me.

"I'll explain it later," I whisper to him, before turning back to the group, "I'm glad there's some good news." 

"What good news?" Harper asks, sitting next to Flynn. 

"Sebastien and I are a thing!" Flynn tells her.

"That's great," She gives him a genuine smile, "I have some good news of my own." 

"Do spill," Brianna urges her. 

"I got accepted into this big tech college!" 

"That's awesome!" I exclaim.

"Knew you could do it," Brianna nudges Harper behind Flynn's back. 

"That's great," Flynn nods and Nick chimes in his agreement. 

"Alright," Brianna catches our attention, "My turn." 

"Go on," Nick says. 

"So, I know in Fall we're all probably splitting permanently. With everything that's happened, I'm sure none of us want to stay here." 

"That's not necessarily true," I say. 

"Either way," Brianna waves me off, "I found this really cool camp. We could be counselors together for one last summer, before we all split our separate ways." 

"Camp?" Nick asks.

"I'm not too sure about that," Harper says. 

"I actually think that would be perfect," I say, and they all turn towards me, "One summer together. Complete normal fun that we can spend together. No killers, no worries other than children, and a whole summer to enjoy it." 

"When you put it that way..." Flynn trails off.

If Brianna smiled any bigger, her smile would fall off her face, "So are you guys in? Or will you at least think about it?" 

"I'm in," I state.

"If she's in, I'm in," Nick adds. 

"Definitely in," Flynn says, "Oh! I can also bring Sebastien!" 

"Fine, I'm in," Harper rolls her eyes. 

"Amazing!" Brianna exclaims, "I'll send you guys the links and everything." 

"Sounds great, Bri," I say, "but now let's get to the focus of our meeting. Tomorrow's funeral." 

"Right," Harper says, "The Crimson Skeleton is still out there, and we've been interrupted at a funeral before." 

"As much as we need to grieve, we also have to be prepared just encase," I add, "I've already made sure that the police would be there." 

"I have our comms fixed up for everyone to have," Harper nods, "I also have small security cameras already up at the Church. Just don't tell anyone else." 

"We'll be prepared for anything," Nick says, "If something happens, we'll make sure it doesn't." 

"I just hope, for once, they'll let us rest," Brianna sighs. 

"Wouldn't that be nice," Flynn groans. 

"It would, but still," I agree. 

"We'll be ready," Brianna acknowledges, "Okay, so now that's out of the way, what is everyone wearing?" 

...

Nick and I stand in front of my house, me not wanting to go in, and him not wanting to leave. After everything that's happened, It would be nice if I could give us a shot. I want to tell him that, too, but I'm not sure how. I know we agreed to a dinner after the funeral, but I want to make sure he actually knows what I mean. 

"Morgan," Nick says, bringing me out of my reverie, "I know we agreed to a dinner after the funeral, but..." 

"But?" My stomach drops. 

"I'm not...I'm not sure if we should actually...date yet, you know?" 

"I'm not sure I do know," I try to keep my voice light, but I'm sure he can hear the disappointment. 

"After everything, and Dean...maybe we should give it some time. Let things get back to normal first, I guess." 

I want to be upset, but he's making sense, "I..I can understand that. It does make sense, and it would probably be the best for us if we did do that." 

"I'm glad you understand," Nick looks down at me, his eyes a deep blue, "I don't really want to, but when we...if we date...I want it to be on a blank slate. I don't want all of this..." 

"I know what you're saying," I tell him, my eyes not leaving his, "I don't want it to be ruined by something we're not completely over yet. I mean, I don't think we will ever be completely over all of this, but when it's not so raw." 

"Exactly," Nick nods, but he pauses for a second, "Having said that, would you mind...if I kissed you? Just once, bu-" 

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his. His hands cup my face, bringing me closer to him. He smells like vanilla and the forest mixed together. A rather nice smell, better than strawberries. Then he pulls away, a grin sneaking onto his face. 

"Goodnight, Nick," I say.

"Goodnight, Morgan," He watches as I step inside my house and close the door behind me. With everything that happened, and the funeral tomorrow, I can't help, but feel some light hope. Maybe everything will be okay; just maybe.