Waterline

Abysmal of Dates and Secrets

It has been more than a month since the accident. All the action around the island has settled down. Secrets are still being spread around. Magical things happen at the shorelines. To everyone that was a typical day at Silverfish. Logan had his funeral the first week everything has settled down. It was attended by the group, Logan's family and Jonas. Clare has gone silent, nobody knows where she went. Albany was able to release a new song in that month. Penelope continues to cook and her passion for it begins to revive. Toby got a second job at a retail store. Ashley began working at the theatre that Jonas owns. Not much has changed, they all went back to there normal lives.

Fredrick looked through a pile of papers as the TV played in the background.
"...no one knows what the officers motive was to take..."
Fredrick groans as he turns off the TV. He had his window wide open, allowing for the strong wind to go inside. There was a light knock on the door, then it creaked open. Darrel popped his head in, he sheepishly walked into the room. "Dad, we are getting low in stock," Darrel informed him. His dad has been mad at him for using the boat to go out and take part in dangerous activities. Darrel's boating listens was taken away as a punishment.

"We will get our shipment tomorrow, just close early if things get bad," Fredrick responds. Darrel nod as he walked out of his dad's office. Fredrick was finally able to get back to his paperwork. Though, he was glad to get a small distraction. In his peripheral vision, he saw an old picture he almost forgot about. It was a picture of the family all together. His wife, daughter, son and himself as a happy family. Then all went wrong too quickly. Darrel was never the same after that event. That event is what gave him his temper and almost ruining his life. Fredrick was also hurt by it too but he couldn't stop thinking about the kids.

The bell rang causing Mae to look up to see who it is. Libby was dragging herself towards the counter. "What would you like today Libby?" Mae greeted her friend.
"Just the Napoleon Dish," Libby said, her tone sounded tired. Mae was getting a bit worried about her usual cheerful friend. Mae started making the dish for Libby, trying to perform it perfectly. Libby paid for the ice cream and took it to one of the seats. She sluggishly ate the ice cream, that's when Mae knew something was wrong with her.

Mae walked into the freezer where Darrel was sorting out the stock. He was writing down how much of each container there are. "Libby's here and she is upset," Mae told him, she was leaned against the doorway of the freezer.
"What happened to her?" Darrel quickly looked up. She had easily grasped his attention.
"I don't know but you should talk to her. I'll finish your work," Mae offered to him. Darrel brightly smiled as he handed her his notepad and pen. "Thank you, Mae, you are the best," Darrel comments. He quickly walked out of the freezer and scanned the parlor. He saw Libby sitting by herself and went to sit with her.

"Hello Libby, what's wrong?" Darrel asked as he sat on the seat across from her. Libby looked up at him with the plastic spoon in her mouth. Her eyes widened upon seeing him and swiftly took the spoon out of her mouth. "You are just the person I needed!" Libby said. Darrel started blushing and slyly looked around. "Really? I didn't expect this," Darrel told her.
"Yeah, you must know a lot about PJ," Libby suggests. Darrel sighs and looks down at Libby's ice cream.
"Well, I may just know a little bit," Darrel forced a smile.

"I want to get him something but I'm not sure what to get him," Libby told Darrel. He had to think about it for a while. Of course, he was going to help Libby. Darrel isn't some cruel monster. "PJ is all about his aesthetic and memories," Darrel pitched in. Libby wasn't sure how that would help. She looked around at the decorations in the parlor. She then looked down at the camera around her neck. Libby gave a light gasp and looked up at Darrel. "I have an idea, but you have to help me?" Libby smiled.
"I will- I mean, okay what is it?" Darrel accidentally came off as too desperate. He hoped that Libby didn't notice. To his luck, Libby is easy to trick so he can get away with a lot. Darrel would hate to de someone do that to Libby for their advantage. He trusts that PJ wouldn't do that to her.

"I was thinking of buying a large picture frame and making a collage of pictures I took," Libby explained her idea. "That's a good idea but I'm not a crafty person," Darrel admitted.
"That's fun as long as you can listen to instructions," Libby told him.
"I'm in," Darrel smiled at her. Deep down he was bothered by the fact that he was helping his crush make a gift for her crush. But still, he liked the fact that he can hang out with her.

"I'll buy the stuff, meet me at my house after you're off work," Libby jumped up. She grabbed her ice cream and left the parlor. Darrel sighed as she left. He went back to behind the counter where Mae was working. "How'd it go?" Mae asked. Darrel leaned against the counter and propped his head on his hands. Mae got the impression that it didn't go well. "I'm helping her make a present for her cousin," Darrel spoke.
"Oh, that doesn't sound too good," Mae commented.
"But on the bright side, I'm going to her house to work on the project," Darrel pointed out.
"Try and make the most of the situation," Mae told him.
"How?" Darrel looked up at her.
"Have you ever heard of flirting?" Mae asked him.
"That's a good strategy!" Darrel points out.

The bell rung, at the doorway, was Conor. Mae smiled as she picked up a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream. "I'll see you tomorrow," Darrel said. Mae nod as she took the ice cream to Conor. "Mae! Can you change the sign to close when you leave?" Darrel called out to her. Mae flipped the sign to signal the customers the parlor was closed. Conor and Mae waved at Darrel before they left. Conor was eating the ice cream as they walked along the boardwalk. Darrel sighed as he watched them. They were sweet together and always thought about one another. That's the type of relationship he wants.

"Darrel!" It instantly snapped Darrel out of his train of thought. He rushed into his father's office to see what was wrong. Darrel found his father looking through one of the old newspapers he saves. "Close the door," Fredrick instructs. Darrel shyly closes the door. He knew that his father was about to tell him something important.

"Do you remember what my old job was?" Fredrick asked.
"Weren't you a traveling mechanic?" Darrel questioned, not sure where this was heading to.
"Your mother and I were still together then when I had to go to Greece. She had to watch you and Rachel while I was gone," Darrel just nods as he listens. He did remember when he was little about his dad leaving a lot for work but he always came back.
"I remember working with this family and now I'll never forget them. Every night, all of there faces would stare at me including all of there secrets. Time went by and that family left my mind.  I thought those visions are over but they are back. Son, what I'm about to show must be confidential and I trust that you'll show maturity towards this circumstance. My pride for you grows for your true masculinity and the privacy of an issue. Today is the day I'll show you my woe," Fredrick stared at Darrel his gaze was stern and proper. Darrel stayed strong and didn't dare to break the gaze. "Thank you, father, I promise to keep this information safe," Darrel told him. Fredrick relieved towards his son's maturity and had great luck to have him.

Fredrick picked up the newspaper and folded it so Darrel won't see it. He was hesitant to take the paper but did it anyway. Darrel slowly flipped it over. Reading the title his gaze turned sad. Then his gaze was set on the pictures. There were three pictures and one caught his eye. Darrel covered his mouth and almost panicked. He had to read every bit of it. Each detail was important and revolves among there friend group. Yet Darrel was stuck in a position. He has sworn to secrecy.