"You're the only friend I need (you're the only friend I need)
Sharing beds like little kids (sharing beds like little kids)
And laughing 'til our ribs get tough (laughing 'til our ribs get tough)
But that will never be enough (but that will never b...
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"Billy and Heather were both acting weird"
"Something is very wrong"
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Wren paced back and forth in his room, the tension in his muscles mirroring the storm that was brewing outside. His mind was racing, unsure of what to do next. The idea of seeing Max and El crossed his mind, a comforting thought amidst the chaos. He was still getting the hang of his teleportation powers, but he knew he had to try. Taking a deep breath, he focused on El, picturing her in his mind. He sprinted towards his door, the adrenaline coursing through him as he made a rift in the air and jumped through it.
The transition was jarring, and he stumbled as he emerged on the other side, instantly drenched by the pouring rain. The cold water soaked through his clothes, sending a shiver down his spine. He quickly made his way under the pavilion, seeking shelter from the downpour. As he looked around, confusion settled in. Why would El and Max be at the pool when it was pouring rain?
Wren approached the front desk, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. The guy behind the counter was engrossed in a magazine, barely acknowledging Wren's presence. Wren forced a grin, trying to appear casual. "Hey..." he began, glancing at the guy's name tag that read "Andrew." "...Andrew. I'm looking for two girls. One with red hair and the other yay high," he said, gesturing El's height.
Andrew didn't bother looking up from his magazine, his voice monotone as he responded. "Saw them go to the girls' locker room. Don't be a pervert. Don't really want to deal with another pervert."
Wren gave him a puzzled look but didn't respond, instead heading towards the girls' locker room. He paused at the entrance, taking a deep breath. Covering his eyes with his hands, he cautiously stepped inside. "Max, Jane? Are you decent?" he called out, his voice echoing off the tiled walls. He could feel the cold water dripping from his clothes, forming small puddles on the floor.
