"Wait, so you mean to tell me this was a set-up." Aaron set himself on top of the island.
"When have you ever known us to be behind them?" I scoffed, trying to scrub Dysis' blood from my favorite blue shirt.
"You seemed frantic and...wait are we still hacked?" his voice grew quiet.
"No, but if we were, there would be no one to even monitor the systems. We have a kill count of 37." Lorelle held up her fist, tapping it against mine.
"We still have the file?" he bounced on the counter top.
"Yes and no." I bit my lip, halting his excited movements. "We transferred it to the northern unit for safety purposes."
"That unit has been dormant for almost a year."
"Precisely the point. No one's going to expect that we sent a top-secret file to a unit with as much security as a middle school in the suburbs." Sheridan sucked on the orange lollipop she had stolen from Lorelle's mouth just minutes ago.
"That is the dumbest idea I've ever heard." Aaron threw his hands into the air.
"Hey!" his girlfriend frowned, taking the lollipop back from Sheridan.
"That's disgusting." I gagged, turning my attention back to the laptop screen. "All systems are fine so I'm going back to bed."
"Wait, but why didn't anyone tell me?" Aaron whined.
"Because do you remember last time we let you know that it was a set-up and before the fight even began you screamed 'Ha-ha we knew all along' and they took off for four months? Yeah, we don't tell you things anymore." Lorelle reminded him.
"One time! That was one time!" he cried.
"But it was also four months." He sighed giving in. I rolled my eyes, laughing before I turned to the stairs.
"Hey, I'm going to bed so if you'd like to join me..." I opened the door to Tristan's office.
"By bed, do you mean sleep?" he cocked an eyebrow, still focused on his laptop screen.
"Depends." I smirked, brushing my hair over one shoulder. He smiled, pressing a few keys before he shut the laptop. I turned to meet Jason in the doorway of my room across the hall, still eating from the bag of popcorn. I had spent the last month trying to keep my relationship with Tristan a secret, but Jason was the equivalent of the middle school girl. I was just surprised he hadn't spread the news to the entire house.
"I'm telling Sheridan!" he sing-songed. I spoke too soon. I shook my head vehemently.
"Telling her what exactly?" Tristan asked. I could hear the smile in his voice. Okay, it wasn't quite a relationship. I wasn't into the whole relationship thing. But Tristan made me want to be. But we both agreed it was a no strings attached sort of thing.
"That you two are..." he clashed both of his index and middle fingers together.
"What does that mean?"
"You two are doing the thing." She gestured with his hands.
"We are not." We so were. "Why involve Sheridan in this?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"Because." He took off down the stairs before I could force a proper answer out of him. "Guys! Tristan and Chandler are...you-know-ing." He yelled before I could catch up.
"We are not!" I yelled in protest, clamping my hand over his mouth. Eyes widened in my direction. "You're doing movie night without me?" It was only about noon and I had said I was going to sleep but I was highly offended.
