Class Fanfiction 2.0

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Angeles woke up the following morning with images of beady-eyed dolls and werewolves and scary clowns and gory, bloody faces, filling her head. Her lips quirked upward into a small smile as she opened her eyes.

It's Halloween.

She sat up and stretched, a low hum of excitement starting to rise within her.

It's Friday.

She got up and began to rummage through her dresser for a decent outfit. Mentally she congratulated herself on waking early enough to even contemplate an outfit for school and not just throwing on whatever's lying on the floor. Because that was beginning to become the case these past few days. However.

"I don't have to work today," Angeles said to herself with a smile. Her parents were letting them all have the night off to go and have fun. Bless them, because if they hadn't Jose would probably throw a hissy fit. He'd been very vocal about wanting to rekindle what was left of him and Adison's relationship at this party. Which.

Hm, good luck with that, She thought.

And so, it's safe to say that today should be a really good one. A more than good one. One with parties and candy and scary movies and terrible costumes...

It's Halloween, for fucks sake! She thought absently as she walked downstairs, What could possibly stop me from having fun-

Angeles halted in her tracks after catching sight of a figure in the living room, sleeping soundly on the couch.

Oh.

That.

Memories from the previous night began to flash in the forefront of her mind, and she nearly keeled over because- how could she have forgotten?!

The dinner fiasco. The fake marriage. Their parents screaming at each other. Axl crying on her shoulder.

"Oh my god," Angeles muttered, suddenly feeling very foolish. Last night was terrible, especially on Axl, especially on Garrett, and the first thing she thought about when she woke up was fucking Halloween?

[Can yall tell I like repeating myself]

What the hell's going to happen now to Garrett? Angeles felt so helpess. She'd tried to help but she failed. In fact, things are worse now than ever before.

It also dawned on her that Axl was supposed to go home last night. Even though he fell asleep on the couch, she figured he'd eventually get up and catch a ride.

So why didn't he?

Axl began to stir. He was still dressed in his suit (uncomfortable) and was sleeping in a fetal position. He looked sorta, well, soft. Even though Axl is anything but soft. But with his hair falling gently into his eyes, lips slightly parted and hands curled into themselves like a baby's- he most definitely looked soft.

And Angeles couldn't help but smile a little at that.

"Got a staring problem?" She heard a voice say from behind her. She spun around to see her brother smirking, arms folded as he leaned on the doorway to the living room. He looked delighted at the scene before him.

Angeles scoffed. "No, Jose. Leave me alone. I was just surprised to see him still here."

"Oh? And that explains why you were smiling to yourself? All creepy like?"

Fuck, he saw that? "I'm gonna throw my sandal at you, asshole-"

A deep, raspy voice interrupted her. "Everyone shut the fuck up, m'tryin to sleep here."