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"Open up or I'm coming in!" Were the first words that graced Luna's ears upon awakening. That along with a violent but muffled beeping of a car horn.
"What." She murmured groggily. Was she still sleeping? Was this a dream? The immediate pain that shot from her head right to her toes suggested otherwise. "Who's there?"
Her words were barely audible to herself, because still wrapped up in layers of blankets the girl was still half asleep, eyes not even yet open. When they finally were, she groaned loudly. Light flooded in, too much light, and she bit her lip hard whilst her mind tried to adjust to the setting.
"It's, um, Pope. Can I come in? Or are you naked or something?" The voice spoke again, this time the nervousness was more clear to the girl, awkwardness evident. But Pope? What was he doing here? She sat up slowly, trying to endure the aching of her back, so she could see the clock on the other side of the room. It read one pm. Afternoon already.
"Uh, no I'm not naked."
"Okay good." And with that Luna found herself staring at the Hayward boy, who had made his way into her bedroom. "You feeling good? You don't look too good?"
She furrowed her eyebrows before running a hand through her now dry hair and replying. "Take a guess."
"Yeah...stupid question. Though you're lucky you didn't hurt yourself anymore than you did because a fall from that height should have-"
"Stop," The girl commanded. His rambling voice was too much for the brunette to focus on so early after waking up. She hadn't, however, expected him to actually stop. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to sound...never mind. What are you doing here?"
The innocent boy just smiled at the teenager still in bed. "What do you mean?"
"Um, why are you here? In my bedroom?" She replied, not exactly sure what he meant. "Actually, how did you get in?"
"Through the front door." He retorted as if it were the most obvious thing. Luna was so confused. Usually Pope was one to get straight to the point.
"...Okay then, who let you in?"
"Oh! No-one. The front door was unlocked and John B said I'd be the least likely to get into trouble if I got caught because Mrs T would recognize me from the groceries... which is actually pretty stupid in hindsight."
John B? The beeping must have been coming from him. If he and Pope were here, then did that mean the others were too? "Pope, I love you, but will you please just tell me what is going on?"
He grinned eagerly. "You're in the gold game now."
"What?"
"The gold. The royal merchant. You know all about it. You're part of the team."
