❝you know, you're pretty cute, considering you're 4,000 years old.❞
❝thank you?❞
luna clair loves museums. she loves history, mythology, all that old shit. so when her best friend's dad gets a new job as the night guard of the new york national hist...
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
❝How brave the moon shines in her skin; outnumbered by the stars.❞
Angie Weiland-Crosby
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Everything was shit. Legitimately shit. And it's all that damn tablet's fault.
Luna and Larry watched as all of their friends went batshit crazy and terrorized the gala, and there was nothing they could do to stop it. Of course they all felt bad, but they couldn't control it. So, incredibly disheartened and exhausted, Larry and Luna went home. Larry said, mid-yawn, that Luna could stay with them if she wanted, and Luna very much agreed.
As Larry and Luna are heading toward the elevators, Larry's phone rings and he picks up. "Hello?"
Luna vaguely hears McPhee say, "Larry," and winces. This isn't going to be good.
"Hey, Dr. McPhee," Larry says, sounding uncomfortable, and presses the button for the elevator. A pause, then: "Uh, okay." They step into the elevator and Luna pushes the 4 button. "No, I don't know that sound."
Then there's a loud banging noise and screaming from the other end. Larry winces and holds the phone away from his ear. Luna's eyes widen. So it's really bad then.
"I'm sorry," Larry sighs. "Look, really, I'm sorry. I swear to you, I had no idea this was gonna happen."
The elevator stops on their floor, and Luna leads the way out into the hallway, Larry trailing a little behind her as he apologizes again. But as they get closer to the apartment, there's a low, booming noise, almost like a bass. Luna frowns. What the...?
"Look, I promise you I'm gonna find out what happened," Larry says, also frowning. They're right in front of the apartment door and Luna can now hear screaming and laughing coming from the apartment. Oh, Nicky, what have you done?
"You know what? I'm sorry, Dr. McPhee. I gotta go." Larry hangs up the phone and looks at Luna nervously, before turning the door handle and shoving his way inside.
It's like a club magically appeared inside the apartment. There are dozens of teenagers dancing, jumping up and down, drinking out of red solo cups, and there's trash everywhere. Luna's jaw drops. Oh, God, Nicky...
Larry's jaw works as he processes the situation and then his eyes land on the far corner, where Nicky is playing DJ, jumping up and down and laughing as everyone dances.
"Nicky!" Larry yells over the music. "Nicky! Stop hopping!"
Nicky sees the two of them approaching his corner and his eyes widen in shock.
