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ᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ: ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ ɴɪɴᴇ

ᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ: ꜱᴄᴇɴᴇ ɴɪɴᴇ

"Thank fuck you're here." I muttered as I dragged her into the other room. My sister raised an eyebrow at me. "Seriously, I'm gonna die."

"You know I'm not, like, sticking around, right? Just saying hi, and then... bye." My sister reminded me, sitting down in the seat even after she'd just said so.

"I know- and I'm gonna miss the shit out of you." I say, sitting down in the seat in front of a mirror before rubbing both of my eyes. "Gina sent me a message on Valentines day..." I murmured.

"What?" A gasp escaped her lips as I told her. Then, Nini decided to hit my arm.

"Ow-"

"CASEY." I looked over at her smiling face.

"Not like that." I muttered. "She thought I'd sent her a box of chocolates for V-Day... but, I didn't... and now it's super... awkward." I murmured the last bit and my sister's face was no longer a teasing smile but a small frown.

"She's being depressed again, isn't she?" Kourtney asked as she walked into the room, also. Groaning, I planted my face in my hands as she walked around.

"Look on the bright side, she thought you sent those chocolates, Case." Nini rubbed my arm a little, but I was looking on anything BUT the bright side.

"Yes, but I didn't and now I feel like a total fucking douche." I muttered.

"Hey, language." Kourtney told me, but I rolled my eyes. "Casey, seriously, we've both seen the way G looks at you-"

"Nini, sweetheart?" Miss Jenn appeared at the doorway. "We have to get going if you don't want to miss that bus." I glanced over at Nini giving me a sympathetic look before she gave my hand a tight squeeze.

⊱⊰

Miss Jenn left us in Mr Mazarra's company (yay). Which basically left nothing but chaos for the group of us. With Gina and Carlos still not seeing eye-to-eye, it would only take half an hour and it would feel as though we were in the Hunger Games.

Seb played the piano while I tried to recite some of the lines for the song I had.

"Wait no-" I began, shaking my head.

"No, that was right-" He insisted to me, but it didn't feel right, still.

"Has anyone seen EJ?" Ashlyn asked, making all of us glance over at her, and I shook my head, much like the rest of the group.

"Everybody, listen up." I then glanced over at Gina's words, of who was (most likely) reluctantly standing next to Carlos.

"Great news." The boy says. "Gina and I agreed to joint custody of you all." Custody? I get we're family but what.

"Oh... so who gets us on the weekends?" Kourtney let the remark slip and I smirked a little from the piano.

"We're gonna workshop our Be Our Guest visions on you guys separately before adding the dancers." Gina explained before gesturing at herself as she spoke on. "The winning version," The girl mouthed to the side me before continuing. "will then be decided in an anonymous vote." The tension grew in the room, and I was beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable. "Fun and easy."

"Yay." Ricky broke the silence with the word, and I don't think I've ever related to him in my life.

⊱⊰

Carlos held a candle, much like the Lumiere looked like. Ashlyn sat pride and place at the table as he spoke to the rest of us. "This number was inspired by my second-oldest sister's quince." I heard Gina go through pages of a folder behind me, probably judging every bit of the dance to its fullest. "Theme," The boy did jazz hands as he revealed it. "sultry jazz." The boy then looked over at his boyfriend. "Sebastian, you may begin."