That awkward moment when your fic becomes a soap opera

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The next day Remington dropped Shadow off at the Rocks, where Violette and Autumn were already sitting, looking at the Violette's phone where a group FaceTime was happening between them, Viola, and Nat and Jason. The latter were telling the others what they had learned from Jenna and Ray.

"So we just need whatever was in the briefcase Jason's Dad had and Viola and Jason won't die from giving each other a hug?"

"Well, Mom needs to actually make the thing and test it, but yeah."

"Jenna also said she'll make more Toro-blocker but as long as Nat and Ray stay on top of taking their's you should be fine, 'Lette."

"Let's not call it the Toro-blocker," Violette joked before she and Autumn said their goodbyes.

"Okay?" Asked Autumn looking up at Shadow.

"Yeah, I'm fine." They said. They looked fine to. Acting like this was no big deal. Even carrying their stupidly large backpack like this was a normal day hanging out in the desert.

"You're not."

"Yeah, I'm not. I want to go to my Mom's"

"Are you sure it's the best idea?"

"No. But what's the worst that could happen."

So that's how Shadow, Autumn, and Violette found themselves standing outside of an apartment door. Gerard and Viola were also there since Remington didn't really want them to go and Sebastian also knew that. Obviously Gerard didn't know, and he knew how to drive and, as previously shown, was worse then Emerson at being a responsible adult. Maybe it was that was because he had been robbed of a proper childhood, or maybe it was just how Gerard was, but either way he was easy to convince.

Hesitantly, Shadow worked up the courage to knock on the door. It was opened by woman in her early thirties with black hair and pale skin. Shadow's Mom.

"Emily?"

"It's Shadow."

"Sorry, right, I-"

She was cut off by Gerard's "Lindsey?"

Her eyes widened "Gerard?" The two stood their looking at each other in shook and confusion.

"You two know each other?" Asked Shadow.

"'Course," Lindsey said "He's your father."

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