Experiment of Madness

39-Rebirth-Dag

I raise an eyebrow, my surprise evident as I ask, "They did what?" My tone carries disbelief.
Fane is playing basketball on the street, and of course, he's topless again.

Fane responds with a scoff, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Yeah, first Jett, now Will. Who knows if those FBI are even real? I bet they're just pretending." He continues his shot, the basketball gracefully swishing through the net.

I consider Fane's words, a frown creasing my forehead. "He might be right," I murmur, skepticism coloring my voice. "It does seem odd that the FBI would take two teenagers. Something doesn't quite add up."

I watch as Fane's girlfriend struts past us with Finn, seemingly oblivious to our presence. Surprisingly, she doesn't even acknowledge Fane, let alone move towards him for a greeting. I glance at Fane, noticing the brief flicker of disappointment cross his face as he watches her pass by without so much as a look in his direction.

Fane's comment draws my attention, his voice tinged with concern. "Problems in the heaven," he mutters under his breath. It's clear from the expression of concern on his face that Fane is troubled by the situation with his girlfriend.

I raise an eyebrow at his comment, his brusque tone catching me off guard. "I didn't ask,"

Fane's eye-roll is both weary and dismissive. "Of course you didn't," he replies, his voice laced with a hint of annoyance.

I repeat my words, this time with a bit more determination. "I'll be in my room,"

Fane's comment surprises me, his words tinged with suspicion. "You and your room," he mutters, "On top of that, you lock it too. I'm sure there's something up."
I respond a bit defensively, annoyed by Fane's intrusive question. "Think about your business, not mine, brother," I reply, emphasizing that he should mind his own affairs.

As I enter the house, I'm surprised to find Aunt Rika, Emory, Banks, and mom gathered in the living room. The unexpected sight piques my curiosity, and I wonder what they are discussing.

I observe them for a moment, and it appears that they're simply engaging in casual conversation, talking about trivial matters. It seems like a relaxed atmosphere, nothing unusual or concerning.

I call out as I enter, my voice carrying enough volume for my mother to hear. "I'm home," I announce, notifying her of my arrival.

I notice the smile that spreads across my mother's face. It's clear that she is pleased.

I decide to make my way upstairs to my room, wanting some alone time to process my interactions with Fane and the unexpected presence of Aunt Rika and the others in the living room.

I unlock the door to my room and step inside, clutching the bouquet of flowers and the color hair paint in my hand. I take a moment to appreciate the peaceful solitude of my room, the familiar surroundings providing a sense of comfort.

I glance down at the bouquet of orange amaryllis in my hand, their delicate petals and vibrant color striking against the room's plain background. "Orange amaryllis," I murmur, admiring the flowers.

I move closer to Aerra, the distance between us closing as I offer her the bouquet of orange amaryllis. Our fingers briefly touch as she takes the flowers from me, a spark of connection passing between us.

Aerra looks up at me, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her eyes. "For me?" she asks, her voice a soft whisper.

I chuckle softly, amused by her response. "No, for me,"

Aerra gazes down at the orange amaryllis in her hand, a curious note in her voice. "Orange?"
I look at her with a gentle smile, my voice soft as I respond to her question. "You needed color in your life," I say, "I can't give you pink, but I can give you orange."