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It's that night and I just went outside to get some fresh air before going inside, to sleep.

I look out at the moon.

I hear a few footsteps behind me, worried that it's someone scary i turn Around and see Donna, Charlotte and..Greg?

Why are they coming over to me.

I only told Donna I was going out here.

Greg never is with them.

"Hey." Donna smiles.

What is happening?

"Hi?" I say, turning back confused.

"Just thought we'd come out here." Charlotte continues.

Greg has a sheepish look on his face.

And it's scaring me.

Is he going to kill me?

Wouldn't be surprised.

"O-oh, your scratches are- um.." Donna looks at me with worry.

"Bad? Yeah I know." I death stare Greg, who just smiles innocently.

"Can we sit?" Charlotte asks.

"U-uh yeah?"

They walk over to the only other chair here.

"Oh, I guess me and Charlotte are going to have to get extra chairs." She says sarcastically.

Why are they doing this?

It's not like we're friends.

And even if there trying to make us become friends, it won't happen.

I sigh.

They run inside together.

They better come back out.

Greg stands awkwardly.

"Well? Are you going to sit down?" I say, annoyance in my voice.

"Ye-yeah sorry.." he murmurs.

I need fo get dressed into my pjs when i to inside, in mentally note.

Not paying attention to him being beside me.

"We're not really supposed to be out here." He clears his throat.

"Well, it's not like I'm sleeping out here." I reply.

He chuckles.

"U-I'm im sorry about your cuts.." he apologises.

Did I just hear that?

Him.

Greg?

Greg Feder? Apologising to me?

"What?" I turn to face him, shock evident in my voice.

This shouldn't be something im happy about, but I was.

I mean, I never thought I'd see the day.

"I-im sorry." He states.

"..."

Silence fell between us.

I turn back into my chair.

"It's-its fine." I smile to myself, and I've no clue why.

He looks at me.

I can see From the corner of my eye.

I Dont think he knows I can though.

He stares at me for about a minute before I break the actually nice silence and say something.

I don't know why I said it, but I did.

"My mom and dad are getting a divorce."

He stays staring at me, his face dropping abit.

And just like that my eyes start to water.

I needed to tell someone, anyone.

My big brother didn't know yet.

I wanted it to stay that way.

I know he would be hurt.

"W-what?" He asks.

"There-there not going to be together anymore." I stare up at the moon, forcing back tears.

My throat hurt now.

"I-I'm-"

"You don't have to feel sorry." I interrupt him.

"How could I not, Diana?" When he said my name, I couldn't help but shiver.

I dotn know why.

I just stay silent.

"Diana, listen I hope you know that it will be okay." He surprisingly reassures.

Was expecting to get an insult.

"I'd like to think so, but- my-my dad wants full custody of us.." I admit.

I barely even understood these words.

But that's what I heard that night when they were down in the living room.

I was supposed to be asleep.

My dad said that there was only 8 months until he would have us forever, and they would be getting a divorce.

Mom didn't even fight for us.

I get it could be a stressful situation to fight for, but we're her kids?

Sully was asleep.

He looked at me.

"It's okay." He said gently.

It's not, but when he said it.. it felt right.

And I know we were only kids.

But...

Whatever.

"We should-g-go in. There probably not going to come back." I say, wiping the tears that escaped my eyes.

He nods slowly.

"A-also! Please please please, don't tell sully. Or anyone, for that matter.." I plead.

He just stares at me.  

This must be a lot to hear, maybe I said too much.

Especially since It was greg.

"Alright." He finally agrees.

I stop him from walking in.

"Promise?"

"Promise." He states.

"Pinky promise?" I say childishly.

"Pinky promise." He says straight away.

We both walk in together, in silence.

We sneak upstairs, as everyone seems to be in bed.

"Hey! Where were you guys?" Sully asks as we enter the room.

"I was downstairs." I cover for myself.

"I was with my dad." Greg replies, before getting into his spot in the bed.

I go over to the floor bed me and Donna would be sharing.

It was actually comfy.

Donna and Charlotte looked at me smirking, before one of the parents came in wnd switched the lights off.

How could I tell them that we talked about my parents, and not being friends.

Whatever.

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