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THE YOUNG MONET APOLOGIZED for the umpteenth time despite Rosalie waving it off. The second they sat in the car, Alaska had been rambling about why she didn't show up at the bus stop, claiming that she forgot all about it. This was utterly suspicious to the older Monet because her sister never forgot an event, but she was too tired to question it at the moment. Rosalie leaned her head sideways on the window the whole ride, speaking only when necessary. Being kidnapped was tiring, that's for sure.
"ㅡDad's in Asheville right now, I think he's got a business trip or something like that; and Mom's probably not gonna be home until three in the morning. You know her, it's like she lives in the hospitalㅡ"
"What about Jacob?" Rosalie asked, glancing at the driver's seat where Alaska was seated. Jacob, who had recently turned 15, was the youngest of the Monet siblings. He was sweet and goofyㅡthe brunette positively adored him in all his lanky glory.
"Well... I think he's at the Gilbert's house with Jeremyㅡyou know them, absolutely inseparableㅡplaying with their Xbox." Alaska sneaked a look at her sister, "So, it's just you and me. What do you want to do?"
Rosalie was about to say that all she wanted to do was stay in her old room and sleep for a million years, but the tiredness and initial shock from tonight's encounter faded upon seeing the hopeful look in Alaska's eyes. She couldn't resist denying her sister, especially since it had been a long while before they could actually spent some quality time together. "We can have a movie marathon, if you want. Then, you can update me on all your juicy secrets."
The young Monet laughed loudly when Rosalie wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "What?!" the older one snorted, "You've grown so much since the last time I saw you. I don't even recall you knowing how to drive without crashing and you're the one in the driver's seat now!"
Alaska shook her head with a smile on her face, "It's good to have you back, Ro."
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A raven-haired man was standing on their porch when they pulled up on the driveway. He was leaning on the wooden railing, his back, clad in a black leather jacket, was facing them. Rosalie squinted at the dark, trying to get a glimpse of his features, "Who's that?"
"Come on," Alaska seemed irritated at the sight of him, and Rosalie was, like the majority of the evening, confused. She followed her younger sister, nonetheless.
