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Late winter evening. As always on days like these in this town, it's freezing cold. I was sitting on my bed, glued to my phone with a cup of my favourite, until I heard something moving outside of my room. I quietly opened the door and saw a shadow, sneaking away. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust in the darkness, and then I realized... It was my brother... <div class="choice">[[Oliver|Prologue2][$brother_name to "Oliver"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Ezra|Prologue2][$brother_name to "Ezra"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Thomas|Prologue2][$brother_name to "Thomas"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Theodore|Prologue2][$brother_name to "Theodore"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Javier|Prologue2][$brother_name to "Javier"]]</div><<textbox "$brother_name" "">> [[Confirm|Prologue2]]

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<<if $nameoption is "true">><<link "Profile">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Profile"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Profile").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>><</if>> <<if $metmax is "true">><<link "Relationships">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Relationships"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("Relationships").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>><</if>> <<link "Credits">> <<script>> Dialog.setup("Credits"); Dialog.wiki(Story.get("credits").processText()); Dialog.open(); <</script>> <</link>>

''Name:'' $name $surname ''Pronouns:'' $they/$them <<if $appearanceoption is "true">>''Appearance:'' A $man in $their mid twenties of $height height with $eyes eyes and $hairstyle $hairtype $haircolor hair. Prefers the $style style.<</if>> <<if $drink isnot "false">>''Favourite drink:'' $drink.<</if>> <<if $drive isnot "false">>''Driver license:'' $drive.<</if>> <<if $major isnot "false">><<if $major isnot "major">>''Major:'' $major.<</if>><</if>> ''Personality:'' <<nobr>><<if $outgoing gte 3 and $outgoing gt $quiet>>You are an //extrovert//, as you tend to be more outgoing.<<elseif $quiet gte 5 and $quiet gt $outgoing>>You are an //introvert//, as you tend to be more quiet.<</if>><</nobr>><<if $forgiving gte 10 and $forgiving gt $strict>><br>You usually don't hold grudges, and can understand other people's situations.<<elseif $strict gte 10 and $strict gt $forgiving>><br>You may seem a bit too strict, as you prefer to handle situations more seriously.<<else>><</if>><<nobr>><<if $cooperative gte 10 and $cooperative gt $stubborn>><br>You work well in groups, as you are quite cooperative.<<elseif $stubborn gte 10 and $stubborn gt $cooperative>><br>Some people think you can be too stubborn sometimes.<<else>><</if>><</nobr>><<if $sincere gte 15 and $sincere gt $sarcastic>><br>You prefer to speak from your heart.<<elseif $sarcastic gte 15 and $sarcastic gt $sincere>><br>Others find you snarky.<<else>><</if>><<nobr>><<if $warm gte $cold>><br>But overall, you come across as a ''warm'' person.<<else>><br>But overall, you come across as a ''cold'' person.<</if>><</nobr>><<if $reckless gt 3>><br>In dangerous situations you tend to act ''reckless''.<<elseif $carefull gt 3>><br>In dangerous situations you tend to be more ''carefull''.<</if>> <<if $fight isnot "no">><<if $fight is "true" and $training isnot "no">>You could handle yourself in a fight before, and now even more so.<<elseif $fight is "true" and $training is "no">>You can handle yourself in a fight.<<elseif $fight is "false" and $training isnot "no">>You have learnt some self-defence tactics from $training.<<elseif $fight is "false">>You'd prefer resolve the situation peacefully.<</if>><</if>> <<silently>> $sincere $sarcastic $forgiving $strict $cooperative $stubborn $warm $cold $outgoing $quiet $reckless $careful <</silently>>

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$name $surname $nickname $brother_name $brother_dim $brother_nickname $brother_has_nickname $gender $man $sibling $they $them $their $theirs $themselves $sir $Mr. $handsome $partner $are $do $kid $Do $Are $Their $Theirs $They <<set $metmax to "false">> <<set $metjay to "false">> <<set $metrobin to "false">> <<set $metd to "false">> <<set $joinvan to "false">> <<set $metcam to "false">> <<set $metlogan to "false">> <<set $metval to "false">> <<set $cutarm to "false">> <<set $eyescratch to "false">> <<set $mentiondi to "false">> <<set $goaftermax4 to "false">> <<set $dgfrival to "false">> <<set $mothersuspicious to 0>> $relationshipmax $relationshipjay $relationshiprobin $relationshipdi $maxwell $max_boyfriend $max_husband $max_mr $max_he $max_his $max_him $max_himself $max_He $max_His $max_Him $max_Himself $max_handsome $max_sir $max_man $max_boy $james $jay_boyfriend $jay_husband $jay_mr $jay_sir $jay_he $jay_his $jay_him $jay_himself $jay_He $jay_His $jay_Him $jay_Himself $jay_handsome $jay_man $jay_boy $robin $rob_mr $rob_he $rob_his $rob_him $rob_himself $rob_handsome $rob_sir $rob_man $rob_brother $rob_He $rob_His $rob_Him $rob_Himself $dina $di_sir $di_boyfriend $di_husband $di_mr $di_he $di_his $di_him $di_himself $di_handsome $di_man $di_He $di_His $di_Him $di_Himself <<set $sincere to 0>> <<set $sarcastic to 0>> <<set $forgiving to 0>> <<set $strict to 0>> <<set $cooperative to 0>> <<set $stubborn to 0>> <<set $warm to 0>> <<set $cold to 0>> <<set $outgoing to 0>> <<set $quiet to 0>> <<set $reckless to 0>> <<set $careful to 0>> <<set $nameoption to "false">> <<set $fight to "no">> <<set $training to "no">> <<set $drive to "false">> <<set $drink to "false">> <<set $appearanceoption to "false">> <<set $major to "false">> $eyes $haircolor $hairtype $hairstyle $height $style $style2 $papers $education $parkfeeling $betmaxjay

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<h3>StoryInterface</h3> The StoryInterface special passage, used by creating a special passage titled StoryInterface, allows you to override the default UI layout of Sugarcube. At its most basic, it consists of a div with the id "passages" that displays the data from your passages on the screen, as shown in example 1. You can add more complex layouts by adding more elements to this passage, such as menu bars, splash screens, headers and footers, as shown in example 2. Defining these divs is as simple as adding the necessary HTML to the StoryInterface passage; however, note that if a div is assigned a "data-passage" property, you should not add content to it within the StoryInterface passage. This property assigns a passage to that div. In example 2, the div with the id "ui-bar" has the data-passage property "UIBar", meaning it pulls its content data from a passage with the same name. These designations are case-sensitive. If you're just starting out with Twine/Sugarcube, it's a good idea to familiarize yourself with the language and the UI before working with StoryInterface. ''Example 1'' {{{<div id="passages"></div>}}} ''Example 2'' {{{<div id="ui-bar" data-passage="UIBar"></div>}}} {{{<div id="passages"></div>}}} {{{<div id="footer" data-passage="Footer"></div>}}} This will create a layout with three basic elements: the UI bar, the passage, and the footer. Content for the UI bar is found in the UIBar passage; likewise with the Footer passage & div. <h3>Accessing the UI functions</h3> Using StoryInterface by nature removes the built-in UI bar and the links contained within (Saves, Settings, Restart etc); these can all be replaced using their relevant APIs. The most common & useful of these are listed below. These commands can be placed inside links or buttons. {{{UI.saves() - opens the save UI}}} {{{UI.settings() - opens the settings UI}}} {{{UI.restart() - restarts the game}}} {{{Engine.backward()/Engine.forward() - undoes the previous action and returns the player to the previous passage/moves the player forward one action}}} Similarly to the above, you can use {{{<<back>>}}} to create a button that automatically undoes the last action, or {{{<<return>>}}} to return to the previous passage without undoing any variable changes made. <h3>Dialog functions</h3> You can set up dialog options to pop up upon clicking a link or button, which allows you to share information with the player without adding a new passage to the player's history or changing the state of the game. In order to do this, you need to set up the Dialog box, tell it what passage contains the content you want to display, and optionally, add a title. {{{Dialog.setup("Dialog Box Title");}}} {{{Dialog.wiki(Story.get("PassageName").processText());}}} {{{Dialog.open();}}} Any of these commands can be used in the default layout as well as StoryInterface - if you want extra save buttons, back buttons etc. <<back "Return">> <<link "Settings">><<script>>UI.settings();<</script>><</link>> <<button "Saves">><<script>>UI.saves();<</script>><</button>>

<<nobr>> <<set $brother_has_nickname to "yes">><<if $brother_name is "Oliver">><<set $brother_dim to "Ollie">><<elseif $brother_name is "Ezra">><<set $brother_dim to "Ezra">><<elseif $brother_name is "Thomas">><<set $brother_dim to "Tom">> <<elseif $brother_name is "Theodore">><<set $brother_dim to "Ted">> <<elseif $brother_name is "Javier">><<set $brother_dim to "Javi">> <<else>><<set $brother_dim to "$brother_nickname">> <</if>> <</nobr>>"Going somewhere?" I asked. He almost jumps, turning to me: "Don't scare me like that!" "Scare you?" I ask surprised. "You are the one creeping around!" "Okay, okay. Sorry. Didn't expect you to be up so late,.. " <div class="choice">[[Michele|Prologue3][$name to "Michele"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Rowan|Prologue3][$name to "Rowan"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Hana|Prologue3][$name to "Hana"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Evelyn|Prologue3][$name to "Evelyn"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Idris|Prologue3][$name to "Idris"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Adrian|Prologue3][$name to "Adrian"]]</div><<textbox "$name" "">> [[Confirm|Prologue3]]

"... $name." "Well, I am. And you still haven't answered the question." "Oh, I'm just... going to hang out with my friends," oh, was he now? He ran his hand through his short dyed pink hair as he continued. "You know, movie night and all." 'Movie night' with friends? It wasn't the first time he spent all night out, but every time I was asking about his friends, he was dodging the question... <<cycle "$height" autoselect>> <<option "I went closer to him and squint my eyes at him, looking up at his face. As not very tall as he is, he's still taller than I am. (5'4 and shorter)" "short">> <<option "I went closer to him, looking right in his eyes. (5'8 and shorter)" "average">> <<option "I went closer and looked down at his face. He crossed his arms as I squinted my eyes at him. (6'0 and shorter)" "tall">> <<option "I went closer, towering above him. He only rolled his eyes and stood with his arms crossed. I squint my eyes at that. (6'1 and up)" "very tall">> <</cycle>> "What?" he asked annoyed. <div class="choice">[["You still have friends? Don’t make me laugh," I joked.|Prologue4Sarc]]</div><div class="choice">[["Why didn’t you mention this earlier?" I asked seriously.|Prologue4Strict]]</div><div class="choice">[["It’s late. Be careful," I told him.|Prologue4Sinc]]</div>

''$brother_name $surname'': your younger brother, who went missing. You'll do whatever it takes to learn what happened to him. He is 21 years old, 5'8 feet tall, has brown eyes and his hair is dyed pink. <<if $metmax is "true">><<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">>Maxwell 'Max' Jones - a tall man with short dark blonde hair, grey eyes and light skin in his mid to late 20s. 6'3. <<elseif $maxwell is "Maxine">>Maxine 'Max' Jones - a tall woman with long dark blonde hair, usually kept in a high ponytail, grey eyes and light skin in her mid to late 20s. 5'9.<</if>> ''$relationshipmax.''<</if>> <<if $metjay is "true">><<if $james is "James">>James 'Jay' Ryans - a man with messy dark hair, hazel eyes and tan skin in his mid 20s. Around 5'10. A childhood friend.<<elseif $james is "Jamie">>Jamie 'Jay' Ryans - a woman with dark messy shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes and tan skin in her mid 20s. Around 5'3. A childhood friend.<</if>>''$relationshipjay.''<</if>> <<if $metrobin is "true">><<if $rob_he is "he">>Robin Clayton - a very tall man with copper brown chin-length hair, blue eyes and fair skin. Has a stubble. Around 30 years old, 6'5. Is a leader of a gang called Asp Kings.<<elseif $rob_he is "she">>Robin Clayton - a very tall woman with copper brown chin-length hair, blue eyes and fair skin. Around 30 years old, 6'0. Is a leader of a gang called Asp Kings.<</if>>''$relationshiprobin''<</if>> <<if $metd is "true">><<if $dina is "Dylan">>Dylan Maddison-Lee is a man with shoulder-length dark hair, dark brown eyes and olive brown skin in his mid 20s. 6'0. You know him from the college days.<<else $dina is "Dina">>Dina Maddison-Lee is a woman with shoulder-length dark hair, dark brown eyes and olive brown in her mid 20s. 5'6. You know her from the college days.<</if>>''$relationshipdi''<</if>> <<if $joinvan is "true">>Vanessa Gates is 21-year-old young woman with long brown braided hair, dark brown eyes and rich brown skin. She is a $brother_nickname's sweetheart, who is just as determened to find out what happened to him as you are. Is just around 5'2, but is fond of heeled or platformed boots, so you'd never tell how tall -or not tall- she actually is.<</if>>

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 2, $cold to $cold + 1>>"//You still// have friends? Don’t make me laugh," I joked, stepping back, raising my hands. "Wow," he said unamused, "thanks for that, my dearest sibling." I grimaced, I always just //hated// when he called me that while talking to me. He let out a deep sigh and said, not even looking at me: "I’ll be going now. Don’t wait for me." That was the last time I’ve seen him. [[Next|Chapter 1-1]]

<<set $strict to $strict + 2>><<set $cold to $cold +1>>"Why didn’t you mention this earlier?" I asked seriously. He'd stopped telling me what he was up to, which was... fine, but it was the middle of the night. "I don’t have to tell you everything I do," he said a bit too fast and too harsh, which had taken me aback a little. He let out a deep sigh and said, not even looking at me: "I’ll be going now. Don’t wait for me." That was the last time I’ve seen him. [[Next|Chapter 1-1]]

<<nobr>> <<set $sincere to $sincere + 2>><<set $warm to $warm +1>> <</nobr>>"It’s late. Be careful," I told him, not seeing a point to argue or making him stay. I knew it just wouldn't work. "Yeah, sure," was all he said to this, rubbing the back of his neck. "I’ll be going now. Don’t wait for me." That was the last time I’ve seen him. [[Next|Chapter 1-1]]

Police, I’ve been told, checked every clue, everywhere they could - they’ve even had a search party sent, but there’s nothing. He wasn’t supposed to meet ‘his friends’, as he said he would. He left his credit card and his phone at home, but he did withdraw his money a few days ago. The only thing that they could find - camera recording, how he headed towards the old park, that is further in the forest. Even Mayor Connel made a speech and mentioned how he would sponsor the party search - but all in vain. Now I am left with two main theories: the first one, he's fallen under the ice in a park lake-- but what would he even be doing there? And am I supposed to just wait until his body-- no. It’s not it. The second theory is that he has just ran away; that's not the first time people just leave the town suddenly and sure, he has been acting all rebellious lately, and without a dad and a mother, who is mostly absent - too bad it took her son's disappearance to make her come back, but she is the one making money and providing for us, but I don’t believe it. It can’t be it… And even if it is, why would I just leave it at this? But that's also not the first time some have just... disappeared without any trace. It happened years ago, though. Weeks have passed, and there’s still nothing, and now everyone acts like nothing has happened. I partly blame it on the urban legends, or what else they call it, about the old park: people think that creepy place is haunted or cursed; a lot of people have mysteriously died and found there decades ago, and the fear of that place still hasn't left. Nevertheless, I have to do something, so I’ve decided straight up to talk to Sheriff Matthews. Even if they have given up… I am not going to. After all, I am his <<cycle "$gender" autoselect>> <<option "sibling" "non-binary">> <<option "sister" "woman">> <<option "brother" "man">> <</cycle>>. I step into the police station but, after looking and asking around, it seems like the sheriff isn’t here right now, but then I notice a very tall <<cycle "$max_man" autoselect>> <<option "man" "man">> <<option "woman" "woman">> <</cycle>> with dirty blonde hair. [[Next|Chapter 1-2]]

<<nobr>> <<if $gender is "non-binary">><<set $Do to "Do">><<set $Are to "Are">><<set $Their to "Their">><<set $Theirs to "Theirs">><<set $They to "They">><<set $they to "they">><<set $theirs to "theirs">><<set $them to "them">><<set $their to "their">><<set $themselves to "themselves">><<set $kid to "kid">><<set $man to "person">><<set $sibling to "sibling">><<set $are to "are">><<set $do to "do">><<set $sir to "Mx.">><<set $Mr to "Mx.">><<set $partner to "partner">><<set $handsome to "gorgeous">> <<elseif $gender is "woman">><<set $Do to "Does">><<set $Are to "Is">><<set $Their to "Her">><<set $Theirs to "Hers">><<set $They to "She">><<set $they to "she">><<set $theirs to "hers">><<set $them to "her">><<set $their to "her">><<set $themselves to "herself">><<set $kid to "girl">><<set $man to "woman">><<set $sibling to "sister">><<set $are to "is">><<set $do to "does">><<set $sir to "ma'am">><<set $Mr to "Miss">><<set $partner to "girlfriend">><<set $handsome to "beautiful">> <<elseif $gender is "man">><<set $Do to "Does">><<set $Are to "Is">><<set $Their to "His">><<set $Theirs to "His">><<set $They to "He">><<set $they to "he">><<set $theirs to "his">><<set $them to "him">><<set $their to "his">><<set $themselves to "himself">><<set $kid to "boy">><<set $man to "man">><<set $sibling to "brother">><<set $are to "is">><<set $do to "does">><<set $sir to "sir">><<set $Mr to "Mr.">><<set $partner to "boyfriend">><<set $handsome to "handsome">><</if>> <</nobr>><<nobr>><<if $max_man is "man">><<set $max_He to "He">><<set $max_His to "His">><<set $max_Him to "Him">><<set $max_Himself to "Himself">><<set $maxwell to "Maxwell">><<set $max_boyfriend to "boyfriend">><<set $max_husband to "husband">><<set $max_mr to "Mr.">><<set $max_he to "he">><<set $max_his to "his">><<set $max_him to "him">><<set $max_himself to "himself">><<set $max_handsome to "handsome">><<set $max_sir to "sir">><<set $max_man to "man">><<set $max_boy to "boy">> <<elseif $max_man is "woman">><<set $maxwell to "Maxine">><<set $max_boyfriend to "girlfriend">><<set $max_husband to "wife">><<set $max_mr to "Ms.">><<set $max_he to "she">><<set $max_his to "her">><<set $max_him to "her">><<set $max_himself to "herself">><<set $max_handsome to "beautiful">><<set $max_sir to "ma'am">><<set $max_man to "woman">><<set $max_boy to "girl">><<set $max_He to "She">><<set $max_His to "Her">><<set $max_Him to "Her">><<set $max_Himself to "Herself">><</if>> <</nobr>>I have seen $max_him already - $max_he is the new deputy, so I decide to approach $max_him first. "Excuse me, Deputy… Jones? I just want to ask about-- " "Go //ask// someone else," to my surprise, the deputy says harshly without looking at me. "A young man disappeared. I am trying to work on that." <div class="choice">[["\"Do you treat everyone like that, or only people in distress, deputy?\""|Ch1-2DepAnsw1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Oh no, you are going to listen to me.\""|Ch1-2DepAnsw2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I... well, at least someone is not giving up on it.\""|Ch1-2DepAnsw3]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"But I need your help.\""|Ch1-2DepAnsw4]]</div>

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 2>>"Do you treat everyone like that, or only people in distress, //deputy?//" I ask mockingly. Hey, a $man needs help here! "What- " oh, $max_he finally looks at me with $max_his piercing grey eyes, and if the look could kill... But then it suddenly softens. "Wait, I remember you. You are $Mr ..." <div class="choice">[[Martin|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Martin"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Carter|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Carter"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Kim|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Kim"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Smith|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Smith"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Angelo|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Angelo"]]</div><<textbox "$surname" "">> [[Confirm|Chapter1-3]]

<<set $strict to $strict + 2>><<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 1>>"Oh no, you are going to listen to me," I say coldly. $max_he //is// working here, after all. Deputy finally looks up and $max_his grey eyes give me the most stern look I've ever gotten: "Who do you think you ar-- " Then $max_he blinks, probably recognizing me, and says: "Wait, I remember you. You are $Mr ..." <div class="choice">[[Martin|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Martin"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Carter|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Carter"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Kim|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Kim"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Smith|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Smith"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Angelo|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Angelo"]]</div><<textbox "$surname" "">> [[Confirm|Chapter1-3]]

<<set $sincere to $sincere + 3>><<set $forgiving to $forgiving + 2>>"I... well, at least someone is not giving up on it," I give a nervous laugh. "That's... new. Thank you," all I can say. I know this case is not an easy one, and probably is the worst here lately... so even if only one person is not giving up, I am thankful. When $max_he looks up I can see in $max_his confused grey eyes it's not what $max_he expected to hear. "Wait, I remember you. You are $Mr ..." <div class="choice">[[Martin|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Martin"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Carter|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Carter"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Kim|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Kim"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Smith|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Smith"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Angelo|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Angelo"]]</div><<textbox "$surname" "">> [[Confirm|Chapter1-3]]

<<set $sincere to $sincere + 1>>"But... I need your help," I say to $max_him. The deputy finally looks up at me with $max_his grey eyes, and then $max_his stern gaze turns into a surprised one. "Wait, I remember you. You are $Mr ..." <div class="choice">[[Martin|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Martin"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Carter|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Carter"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Kim|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Kim"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Smith|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Smith"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Angelo|Chapter1-3][$surname to "Angelo"]]</div><<textbox "$surname" "">> [[Confirm|Chapter1-3]]

<<set $nameoption to "true">><<set $metmax to "true">><<set $relationshipmax to "Acquaintances">>I am not sure who $max_he has expected to see, but then $max_he says: "I am sorry, $Mr $surname. There's nothing new, but I'm not giving up on it." I think for a moment and, before I can stop myself, ask: "Why?" "Excuse me?" "Not that I want you to, of course, but... It seems like everyone else has." $max_He stops for a second before answering; "A person is missing. We can't just let it happen to people, even if he is just a young adult who wanted to disappear and start a new life, as others say. And it wouldn't be fair for his family... Well, you, too." "And don't you have anything else to do, then?" <<if $strict gte 4>>The deputy looks confused. I don't want them to throw away the case, obviously, but surely, there are other things going on.<<elseif $sarcastic gte 4>>Now $max_he just looks confused, which is... understandable. However, there are other things for them to work on, right?<<elseif $sincere gte 5>>I want to slap myself. I look anywhere but at the deputy; why do I have to say that? It's not like I am trying to get them off the case, but there have to be other things going on!<<else>>I can see deputy being confused at my question but I have to ask - there have to be other things going on.<</if>> For some reason, Jones hesitates at first. "It's a small town, $sir. It's the most serious case we've got right now." Well, I guess there are not. "If I... we find out something, I will call you," $max_he writes something on the paper. "My number, so you'd know. Or call me if something happens." I take it, a bit confused to say anything. Why would a deputy personally want to call me? I'll take what I can, of course, and I don't want to push my luck anymore, I've probably annoyed $max_him enough already. When I take a look at the paper, I find a number written on it, and a name near it. $maxwell. [[Next|Chapter 1-4]]

I've left the station and headed home; but haven't expecting to see someone sitting on a porch of my house, when I've come near it. They have dark hair and tan skin, and wear all black - except for a bright red shirt. I quickly recognize the figure. "<<cycle "$james" autoselect>> <<option "Jamie?" "Jamie">> <<option "James?" "James">> <</cycle>>" [[Next|Chapter1-5]]

<<nobr>><<if $james is "James">><<set $jay_He to "He">><<set $jay_His to "His">><<set $jay_Him to "Him">><<set $jay_Himself to "Himself">><<set $jay_boyfriend to "boyfriend">><<set $jay_husband to "husband">><<set $jay_mr to "Mr.">><<set $jay_he to "he">><<set $jay_his to "his">><<set $jay_him to "him">><<set $jay_himself to "himself">><<set $jay_handsome to "handsome">><<set $jay_sir to "sir">><<set $jay_man to "man">><<set $jay_boy to "boy">><<elseif $james is "Jamie">><<set $jay_boyfriend to "girlfriend">><<set $jay_husband to "wife">><<set $jay_mr to "Miss">><<set $jay_he to "she">><<set $jay_his to "her">><<set $jay_him to "her">><<set $jay_himself to "herself">><<set $jay_handsome to "beautiful">><<set $jay_sir to "ma'am">><<set $jay_man to "woman">><<set $jay_boy to "girl">><<set $jay_He to "She">><<set $jay_His to "Her">><<set $jay_Him to "Her">><<set $jay_Himself to "Herself">><</if>> <</nobr>>$jay_He cringes at that: "Geez, $name, how many times do I have to tell you just call me Jay?" <<if $strict gte 4>>"What are you doing here?" "What am I- ," Jay sighs and closes $jay_his hazel eyes. "Can't an old friend to check on you?"<<elseif $forgiving gte 2>> "Is everything alright?" "Of course it's not," Jay sighs and then adds, looking right at me with $jay_his hazel eyes: "I just wanted to check on you."<<else>>Jay sighs and looks right at me with $jay_his hazel eyes. "I just wanted to check on you."<</if>> I nod. I used to spend a lot of time with $jay_him as a kid but then with college, work... we have drifted away. We haven't talked much after everything has quieted down - Jay has a sick mother to take care of. But seeing $jay_him makes me remember how my brother really liked Jay, too... "I know it's been some time, but if you need anything, I am here. Visit us sometimes, if you wish," $jay_he shrugs. I notice how $jay_he doesn't really ask how am I. $jay_He can already tell. "I... thank you. I really appreciate it," after a second of silence, I add: "Want to come in?" "Yeah, why not," Jay shrugs again. "We need to catch up a bit, after all. I won't be staying for long, though." I open a front door as we head inside. It's weird having someone besides police officers here lately. As I close the door, Jay is already going towards the kitchen, or rather the fridge. "Uh, I don't really have anything there..." I say. "Yeah, I can see that," Jay says loudly from the kitchen. "What do you even eat? You really should come over to my house, at least to have a decent meal." "Are you sure? What about your mother?" "What about her?" Jay answers, picking up soda out of the fridge. "My mom would love to see you again, you know. Maybe it will even be good for her." Jay pauses for a second, "And what about your mother? I haven't seen her around." "She is working. She pays for everything, you know. Helps to find him too." It does... doesn't it? "But she is never around." "She works a lot." How else would we have a place like that, I think, but not say anything, when Jay looks coldly at me. "Yeah, well. My father worked so hard it killed him. My mother worked so hard it //almost// killed her. Now I am. And you don't see me living in a castle," $jay_he scoffs, and I shift a little. "Jay, I'm... sorry. I didn't-" "Wait, no. I'm sorry. I almost forgot-" that I lost my father too? "I don't want to argue with you. Not now," Jay sighs. "Can't you just tell me is there any news? We've been worried sick." "I've met up with the deputy. The new one, you know?" "Tall and so jacked up you don't know how those buttons hold up?" "Sure..." I let out a laugh, but it sounds more like a sigh, "that one. $max_He gave me $max_his number." Jay almost chokes on soda. "What? I am not sure that's how they do things there, no?" Jay says confused. "But eh, I don't really know anything about cops. Except for that they..." $jay_he quickly looks away, "Ah, never mind." "What?" "Let's just say that I don't trust them and leave it at that." I tilt my head to the side in question, at at what Jay just laughs: "There are plenty of reason to not trust them in this goddamn town, you know." After a moment of silence, $jay_he adds: "I really need to get going now. And hey, you finally called me not by my full name again," Jay winks. "See you, <div class="choice">[[$name|Chapter 2][$nickname to $name]]</div><<textbox "$nickname" "">> [[Confirm your nickname|Chapter 2]] And so I stay alone in my house, again.

<<set $metjay to "true">><<set $relationshipjay to "Friends">>Next day, I get a call, telling me to go meet up in the park, concerning the case. I quickly get ready and go. I come to the right place, or so I think, but there's no one around. //'Probably too early,'// I think to myself, but then I hear something near the lake. I go see and meet up with the person, who I am supposed to meet. //'The person? The deputy, right? Jones was the one who called me.'// I go further and see something on the ground. I step towards it. It looks like... //It looks like a body.// No... This is not- I lean down and turn the body to face me... I barely recognize my brother: his face, his entire skin, is covered with dirt. When I try to clear them, I see that he is also covered with small cut wounds... I gently hold his face, trying not to touch any of his wounds, //as if he can feel the pain anymore, // but then I notice something else... something dark purple-red, tree-like traces on his skin, and then I realize it's his veins. //What?..// Then he suddenly jerks up, opens his eyes and inhales, grabbing me by my neck. I think I screamed, but the next thing I know - I wake up in my bed with a cold sweat, panting heavily. //Shit//. I bury my face in my shaking hands. I... <div class="choice">[[Hold on my blanket, curl up and start sobbing.|Chapter2-1]]</div><div class="choice">[[Distract myself with my phone.|Chapter2Answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[[Try to calm yourself down.|Chapter2Answ3]]</div><div class="choice">[[Just keep lying in bed.|Chapter2Answ4]]</div>

I don't know for how long I can be doing it. I am alone in this, and it's not the first time. My brother has minded his own business, our mother is busy. And now it's worse than ever. I feel like I can't breathe anymore; all I am able to do is to curl up in my bed, sobbing and holding on to my blanket like my life depends on it, and maybe it does. I don't remember how I fell asleep again. I am being awakened again by a phone ring. Ignoring a headache, I pick it up, without looking who it is. "Hey, $nickname, just wanted to say that I could pick you up somewhere at five, if you don't mind." "...Pick me up? Why? Where--" "Were you asleep?" I hear a sigh. "Never mind. To my house, where else. Of course, it's not something your royal higness is used to, but..." "Yeah, yeah," I interrupt. "Sure. Why not." "A'ight. See you in two hours or so, then." Wait, two hours?.. I look at the time. Apparently, I've slept past the dinner time. I quickly get up and go towards the bathroom. I run my hand over through my <<cycle "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "long" "long">> <<option "shoulder-length" "shoulder-length">> <<option "short" "short">> <<option "shaved" "shaved">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$hairtype" autoselect>> <<option "straight" "straight">> <<option "wavy" "wavy">> <<option "curly" "curly">> <<option "coily" "coily">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "black" "black">> <<option "brown" "brown">> <<option "red" "red">> <<option "ashy" "ashy">> <<option "blonde" "blonde">> <<option "unnaturally dyed" "dyed">> <</cycle>> hair, before looking at myself in the mirror, and I barely can get my <<cycle "$eyes" autoselect>> <<option "brown" "brown">> <<option "amber" "amber">> <<option "blue" "blue">> <<option "green" "green">> <<option "grey" "grey">> <<option "hazel" "hazel">> <</cycle>> eyes to focus. [[Next|Chapter2-3]]

I pick up my phone. No new messages, of course, but I need to distract myself. I see Jay is online, and as soon as I've seen it, I got a message: //"Up late?"// I don't answer. I am not sure I can. I am thankful it's just a message I can ignore, and not a real life conversation, I don't trust myself to text, let alone to speak. I can see the message, but I still feel so lonely. I am not sure what am I even doing besides just staring blankly at my phone. I fall asleep shortly afterwards. I am being awakened again by a phone ring. Ignoring a headache, I pick it up, without looking who it is. "Hey, $nickname, just wanted to say that I could pick you up somewhere at five, if you don't mind." "...Pick me up? Why? Where--" "Were you asleep?" I hear a sigh. "Never mind. To my house, where else. Of course, it's not something your royal higness is used to, but..." "Yeah, yeah," I interrupt. "Sure. Why not." "A'ight. See you in two hours or so, then." Wait, two hours?.. I look at the time. Apparently, I've slept past the dinner time. I quickly get up and go towards the bathroom. I run my hand over through my <<cycle "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "long" "long">> <<option "shoulder-length" "shoulder-length">> <<option "short" "short">> <<option "shaved" "shaved">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$hairtype" autoselect>> <<option "straight" "straight">> <<option "wavy" "wavy">> <<option "curly" "curly">> <<option "coily" "coily">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "black" "black">> <<option "brown" "brown">> <<option "red" "red">> <<option "ashy" "ashy">> <<option "blonde" "blonde">> <<option "unnaturally dyed" "dyed">> <</cycle>> hair, before looking at myself in the mirror, and I barely can get my <<cycle "$eyes" autoselect>> <<option "brown" "brown">> <<option "amber" "amber">> <<option "blue" "blue">> <<option "green" "green">> <<option "grey" "grey">> <<option "hazel" "hazel">> <</cycle>> eyes to focus. [[Next|Chapter2-3]]

There's no one to help me out with this. No one to tell me it will be alright, or to do something to cheer me up, or just to hold me. So I have to look out for myself. I pick up a glass of water I've left on my drawer and drink some. I take some deep breaths, and fall down on the sheets again, feeling too tired to go to the bathroom and wash my face right now. I close my eyes and try not to think about anything... Easier said than done, but I manage to fall asleep shortly afterwards. I am being awakened again by a phone ring. Ignoring a headache, I pick it up, without looking who it is. "Hey, $nickname, just wanted to say that I could pick you up somewhere at five, if you don't mind." "...Pick me up? Why? Where--" "Were you asleep?" I hear a sigh. "Never mind. To my house, where else. Of course, it's not something your royal higness is used to, but..." "Yeah, yeah," I interrupt. "Sure. Why not." "A'ight. See you in two hours or so, then." Wait, two hours?.. I look at the time. Apparently, I've slept past the dinner time. I quickly get up and go towards the bathroom. I run my hand over through my <<cycle "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "long" "long">> <<option "shoulder-length" "shoulder-length">> <<option "short" "short">> <<option "shaved" "shaved">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$hairtype" autoselect>> <<option "straight" "straight">> <<option "wavy" "wavy">> <<option "curly" "curly">> <<option "coily" "coily">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "black" "black">> <<option "brown" "brown">> <<option "red" "red">> <<option "ashy" "ashy">> <<option "blonde" "blonde">> <<option "unnaturally dyed" "dyed">> <</cycle>> hair, before looking at myself in the mirror, and I barely can get my <<cycle "$eyes" autoselect>> <<option "brown" "brown">> <<option "amber" "amber">> <<option "blue" "blue">> <<option "green" "green">> <<option "grey" "grey">> <<option "hazel" "hazel">> <</cycle>> eyes to focus. [[Next|Chapter2-3]]

I sigh, but stay lying in bed. It's just a nightmare. //Again.// It's not real. It's all in my head, and I just need some rest, which I finally eventually am able to get before... I am being awakened again by a phone ring. Ignoring a headache, I pick it up, without looking who it is. "Hey, $nickname, just wanted to say that I could pick you up somewhere at five, if you don't mind." "...Pick me up? Why? Where--" "Were you asleep?" I hear a sigh. "Never mind. To my house, where else. Of course, it's not something your royal higness is used to, but..." "Yeah, yeah," I interrupt. "Sure. Why not." "A'ight. See you in two hours or so, then." Wait, two hours?.. I look at the time. Apparently, I've slept past the dinner time. I quickly get up and go towards the bathroom. I run my hand over through my <<cycle "$hairstyle" autoselect>> <<option "long" "long">> <<option "shoulder-length" "shoulder-length">> <<option "short" "short">> <<option "shaved" "shaved">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$hairtype" autoselect>> <<option "straight" "straight">> <<option "wavy" "wavy">> <<option "curly" "curly">> <<option "coily" "coily">> <</cycle>> <<cycle "$haircolor" autoselect>> <<option "black" "black">> <<option "brown" "brown">> <<option "red" "red">> <<option "ashy" "ashy">> <<option "blonde" "blonde">> <<option "unnaturally dyed" "dyed">> <</cycle>> hair, before looking at myself in the mirror, and I barely can get my <<cycle "$eyes" autoselect>> <<option "brown" "brown">> <<option "amber" "amber">> <<option "blue" "blue">> <<option "green" "green">> <<option "grey" "grey">> <<option "hazel" "hazel">> <</cycle>> eyes to focus. [[Next|Chapter2-3]]

<<nobr>> <<if $eyes is "brown">>I look at my eyes at the mirror again, and almost flinch back, seeing the exact same eyes my brother has looked at me with. I blink, shaking it off, and finally am able to look at myself properly.<</if>> <</nobr>>//I look like a mess.// <<nobr>> <<if $hair is "dyed">>I glance at my hair once more, and remember how I first dyed it... When my brother saw me, it didn't even take a week for him to do the same. I found it quite amusing, honestly...<</if>> <</nobr>>I look if I have something to eat and grab a leftover pizza slice, quickly finishing it so I could get dressed before Jay arrives. It's not quite spring, and yet it is a bit warmer than I expected from this town. I open my wardrobe to get dressed and almost stumble upon a box I've even forgotten I've left here, where I put all documents I could find in case police would ask for any... I sit down and open it and see some of those. I look at the <<cycle "$papers" autoselect>> <<option "papers: birth certificates, medical records, along with some other things..." "one">> <<option "adoption papers, birth certificates, medical records, along with some other things..." "two">> <<option "papers: birth certificates, medical records, even our parents' previous divorce papers and marriage license, along with other things..." "three">> <</cycle>> I put them back at the box and set it away. I really need to place them where they belong; but for now I don't want to ruin Jay's mood when $jay_he gets here, thinking about all this again. I look up at my clothes and dress up in my usual style - <<cycle "$style2" autoselect>> <<option "formal: classic trousers, long-sleeved shirt, warm boots and a long coat with a scarf." "5">> <<option "formal: pencil skirt with warm tights, long-sleeved shirt, warm ankle boots and a coat with a scarf." "6">> <<option "elegant: a tight dress with warm tights, over the knee medium-heeled boots and a warm fuzzy coat with a silk scarf." "1">> <<option "elegant: lantern sleeve sweater, tight trousers, low heeled boots and an elegant coat." "2">> <<option "casual: jeans with a turtleneck sweater, ankle boots and a warm jacket with short fur on collar and cuffs." "3">> <<option "casual: flannel shirt, jeans, ankle boots and a warm leather jacket." "4">> <<option "comfortable: a big comfortable sweater with warm leggings, fuzzy mid calf boots and a warm headwear and even warmer coat." "7">> <<option "comfortable: sporty jacket with warm pants, mid calf boots and a warm winter coat." "8">> <</cycle>> [[Next|Chapter2-4]]

<<set $appearanceoption to "true">><<if $style2 is "1">><<set $style to "elegant">>I iterate over my wardrobe, until I finally find a dress that I want to wear today. I pick up warm clothes to go with it as well. Now I need to find boots and a scarf that will match my outfit...<<elseif $style2 is "2">><<set $style to "elegant">>I iterate over my wardrobe, until I find that sweater I've been thinking of to wear today, along with tight trousers. Now I need to find boots that will match my coat...<<elseif $style2 is "3">><<set $style to "casual">>I iterate over my sweaters, picking up one of them to wear with jeans that I've probably put on a chair next to my bed.<<elseif $style2 is "4">><<set $style to "casual">>I look inside the wardrobe and after picking one of my favourite flannel shirts and leather jacket, I quickly look over for what I could wear with them. I guess the jeans that I've thrown on a chair next to my bed will do for now.<<elseif $style2 is "5">><<set $style to "formal">>I look at my perfectly clean and ironed clothes, going with the classic option: trousers, long-sleeved shirt, warm boots and a long coat with a scarf.<<elseif $style2 is "6">><<set $style to "formal">>I look at my perfectly clean and ironed clothes, going with the classic option: pencil skirt with warm tights, long-sleeved shirt, warm ankle boots and a coat with a scarf.<<elseif $style2 is "7">><<set $style to "comfortable">>I look inside the wardrobe, picking up the clothes I'll be most comfortable in for now: a big sweater with warm leggings, fuzzy mid calf boots and a warm coat.<<elseif $style2 is "8">><<set $style to "comfortable">>I look inside the wardrobe, picking up the clothes I feel most comfortable in: sporty jacket with warm pants, mid calf boots and a warm winter coat.<</if>> When I am all set, I just have to wait for Jay to arrive, which doesn't take long. $jay_He is wearing the usual leather jacket with yet another bright shirt, that makes me squint at first. Although $jay_he is a bit early, I don't mind. "Hey, $nickname," Jay gives me a small smile, "looking good." <<if $sarcastic gte 4>> "Yeah, right. I know I look awful,"// I think to myself. <<else>>//"That's nice of $jay_him to say, but I really doubt that,"// I think to myself.<</if>> After a second, $jay_he adds with a wink: "As always, of course." I roll my eyes at that and Jay laughs a little. We don't really talk anymore on our ride there. I look in the window as we pass the rest of the uptown, heading towards the other part of the town. The car stops before the house, and while it isn't the worst place, it's out of my comfort zone. As I come in, I see Jay's mother coming our way from the living room. She looks better than the last time I've seen her; her face used to be so sickly-pale and now her skin has that healthy, vibrant brown look as before, her eyes have that warmth probably only dark brown like that have, and she doesn't seem to mind talking to others now. "Good evening, Dr. Ryans," I say. "Oh, $nickname, just call me Olivia," she smiles while hugging me. "It's not like you are a stranger here. It's so nice seeing you again," Olivia pauses for a second. "I am so sorry you have to go through all of this." I just nod to that. "Hey," Jay intervened, "let's go to the kitchen." Their house looks very different from mine, or other houses that are in my neighborhood. It looks cheaper, smaller and definitely requires some repairs, but it's clean and full of life: the colours compliment each other, even though I know that Jay's room looks darker than, how $jay_he says it, //$jay_his soul, and knife collection might add some to it//, ignoring that $jay_he likes to mix dark with bright colours; and the little things like photos and some trinkets decorate this place, making it even more lively. "I've seen what you eat. That's barely food", Jay remarks, "and I figured you don't cook, right?" <div class="choice">[["\"No, I don't.\""|Chapter2-4AnswNo]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I know how to cook, but I haven't done it in a while.\""|Chapter2-4AnswYes]]</div>

"Uh... no, I don't," I admit. I always just order or have dinner in a nice cafe... At least I used to, when I had energy for that. "Well, your lesson starts now, then," Jay smirks and gives me a knife to peel some vegetables. And it doesn't. I am not //completely// useless in this, but I struggle to make it a... //normal// shape. "Wow," Jay snickers, "how did you survive?" <div class="choice">[["\"Hey, I'm trying! That counts for something!\""|Chapter2-4Answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Are you sure it's wise to tell me that when I am holding a knife?\""|Chapter2-4Answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I don't usually have to cook myself. You know that.\""|Chapter2-4Answ3]]</div><<if $james is "James">><div class="choice">[[Ignore him.|Chapter2-4Answ4]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[Ignore her.|Chapter2-4Answ4]]</div><</if>>

"I know how to cook, I haven't done it in a while," I say. "You could say I've been busy lately." "Well, some say cooking is therapeutic." "I am not sure about that," I say, as Jay gives me a knife to peel some vegetables. I don't think that will go smoothly. And it doesn't. I am not useless in this, but I do it way too slowly. "Wow," Jay snickers, "how did you survive?" <div class="choice">[["\"Hey, I'm trying! That counts for something!\""|Chapter2-4Answ1]]<<set $forgiving to $forgiving + 2>></div><div class="choice">[["\"Are you sure it's wise to tell me that when I am holding a knife?\""|Chapter2-4Answ2]]<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 2>><<set $cold to $cold + 1>></div><div class="choice">[["\"I don't usually have to cook myself. You know that.\""|Chapter2-4Answ3]]<<set $strict to $strict + 2>></div><<if $james is "James">><div class="choice">[[Ignore him.|Chapter2-4Answ4]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[Ignore her.|Chapter2-4Answ4]]</div><</if>>

<<set $forgiving to $forgiving + 2>>"Hey, I'm trying! That counts for something!" I say loudly. "//Try// not to cut //yourself//." I just roll my eyes at that. Olivia chuckles, "Leave $them alone, $james." She takes the knife from me with a smile and does it herself. When we just sat down for dinner, I get a phone call from an unknown number. "I need to take that. Sorry," I say as I [[get up|Chapter2-5]].

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 2>><<set $cold to $cold + 1>>"Are you sure it's wise to tell me that when I am holding a knife?" I don't think $jay_he would want to get stabbed in $jay_his kitchen, after all. "Ha," Jay smirks, "do you even know how to use it?" "Oh, screw you," I laugh. Well, okay, $jay_he has a point. //Shit//, I've forgotten $jay_his mother is here... Olivia chuckles, "Leave $them alone, $james." She takes the knife from me with a smile and does it herself. When we just sat down for dinner, I get a phone call from an unknown number. "I need to take that. Sorry," I say as I [[get up|Chapter2-5]].

<<set $strict to $strict + 2>>"I don't usually have to cook myself. You know that," I don't understand why Jay is acting like this. "Huh. Never would have guessed," I fix Jay with my gaze, after $jay_he says this. "I //just// said that you knew that already." Olivia chuckles, "Leave $them alone, $james." She takes the knife from me with a smile and does it herself. When we just sat down for dinner, I get a phone call from an unknown number. "I need to take that. Sorry," I say as I [[get up|Chapter2-5]].

<<set $quiet to $quiet + 3>>I ignore it and as I turn my back to $jay_him and keep doing what I was doing, I hear Jay sigh. Olivia chuckles, "Leave $them alone, $james." She takes the knife from me with a smile and does it herself. When we just sat down for dinner, I get a phone call from an unknown number. "I need to take that. Sorry," I say as I [[get up|Chapter2-5]].

"Uh... evening, $Mr $surname..." I hear from the other side of the phone. It sounds like it belongs to a young woman. "Sorry if I am interrupting anything but... I knew your brother. Can we talk in person?" "Yes! I mean, of course," I'll take what I can. "Where do you want to meet up?" "Oh, you know that bar, uh, the 'Viper Pit'? Maybe, near the backdoor, at 7 p.m." "Backdoor? Of the bar? Uh, sure..." I say a bit hesitantly. "See you there." As I hang up, I go back to the kitchen. Jay immediately speaks up: "Please don't tell me it was deputy whats-their-name-- " "No, it was some girl," I respond. "I need to meet her in an hour. Near the 'Viper Pit'." "The bar, here? Why?" Olivia asks. "I don't know yet, but I need to go." "You haven't even eaten yet," she points out with worry. "I know, but I better not be late." "I'm going with you," Jay says. "I know the way, and I am not sure about you going alone." "Thanks, but... I probably should also text $maxwell, I wouldn't-" "Oh, I am //definitely// coming along, then." I sigh. //And it seems like $jay_he does know $max_his name...// <<nobr>> <<if $cooperative gte $stubborn>><<set $warm to $warm + 2>>But I am glad that I don't have to do it alone.<</if>> <</nobr>> [[Next|Chapter Three]]

We meet up with $maxwell near the pub. $max_He greets me, but then $max_his eyes fall on Jay. "What are //you// doing here?" $maxwell scowls, glaring at Jay. "Nice to see you again too, Jones," Jay smirks. "I am here as an actual support, what I can't say about you, knight in a shining armor." $maxwell looks like $max_he is about to strangle Jay, so I intervene: "You two know each other, I presume?" "Too well," Jay winks. "We... have met," says $maxwell, quickly looking away from Jay. I raise my eyebrow at that. "We used to be neighbors, when we were kids." "That's it?" "That's it," Jay answers instead. "$max_He was boring even as a kid, so we didn't really know each other." As $maxwell glares at Jay for that, I want to ask more, but then I see a woman in an expensive coat and boots coming towards us. "Oh, uh... hi?" she says bashfully, probably wasn't expecting to see three people. "Evening," I say as I take a better look at her. A young woman in her early twenties, she has long dark hair and dark brown eyes that match her skin, and I think I recognize her. She is one of my brother's friends. "You are Vanessa, right?" "Yes, that's me. Vanessa Gates," she says. "I am a friend. His friend, I mean - ... " <<if $brother_name is "Oliver">><div class="choice">[[Noll|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to "Noll"]]</div><div class="choice">[[No nickname.|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to $brother_dim]]</div><<elseif $brother_name is "Ezra">><div class="choice">[[Ez|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to "Ez"]]</div><div class="choice">[[No nickname.|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to $brother_name]]</div><<elseif $brother_name is "Thomas">><div class="choice">[[Tommy|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to "Tommy"]]</div><div class="choice">[[No nickname.|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to $brother_dim]]</div><<elseif $brother_name is "Theodor">><div class="choice">[[Teddy|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to "Teddy"]]</div><div class="choice">[[No nickname.|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to $brother_dim]]</div><<elseif $brother_name is "Javier">><div class="choice">[[Javi|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to "Javi"]]</div><div class="choice">[[No nickname.|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to $brother_name]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[No nickname.|Chapter 3-1][$brother_nickname to $brother_name]]</div><</if>><<textbox "$brother_nickname" "">> [[Confirm your brother's nickname|Chapter 3-1]]

"...$brother_nickname's friend." I can hear Jay quietly scoff at that. "What did you want to tell $Mr $surname that you didn't want to tell the police?" $maxwell adds. I shift uncomfortably but that question kind of makes sense. "Geez, seriously?" Jay turns to face $max_him. "''That's'' your first question?" "There's a reason," she mentions. I look at $maxwell, but $max_he doesn't seem surprised, actually. "The thing is, I, uh, date his son, but Aiden, he is... not very nice," she says nervously moving her braided hair aside, as all three of us immediately tense up. "Not towards me, it's not like that!.. But what I want to say is," she takes a long breath: "I was in love with $brother_nickname. Still am, I mean... And the feelings were mutual. We started dating behind our friends' backs, because I couldn't just dump Aiden. We even talked about running away..." I take a step back, and notice $maxwell and Jay, on the opposite, both step forward closer to me. So I was wrong? He did want to run away? But if she is still here... "That's just it?" Jay comments coldly. "That was your solution? To run away?" "No, you don't understand. We talked about leaving the city to be together, others had done it a lot, hadn't they? But we weren't actually going to do so and if Aiden ''had'' found out about us, he would have killed him!" I flinch at that and immediately feel $maxwell's strong arm on my shoulder. "I-I mean... He didn't find out. No one knew..." "Are you sure?" $maxwell asks. "Maybe one of your friends found out you were dating?" "They wouldn't have snitched." "Are you sure?" $maxwell repeats. She doesn't answer. [[Next|Chapter3-2]]

"Another thing is... Aiden and $brother_nickname never got along, and yet they've been spending a lot of time together. They both seemed... on edge. I have seen them with the gang a few times, even." "What?" $maxwell and I say at the same time. //Was this why he took the money from his card? Did he get in trouble?// "You gotta be kidding me," Jay says with a sigh. "I've never heard anyone talking about it, so I've thought you should know... "Since Aiden is the sheriff's son, I don't think he'd wanted his father to know. "I don't really know anything else... I just want him to come back." "Yeah," I say, "me too." "Why are you telling this now?" Jay asks, suspicious. She hesitates. "I just... got a feeling," Vanessa looks away. "That I should speak up, that is." Jay narrows $jay_his eyes at her, but no one speaks up. After a moment of pause, $maxwell asks: "You are not from this part of town. Do you have a ride home?" "Oh, yeah," she waves at one of the cars, and I can just barely see a driver, a person there waiting, "they don't know much either about everything that's going on with me, but they are reliable." As she leaves, I turn to my group. $maxwell gets to speak first: "Are you... alright?" "$Do $they look alright to you?" Jay snarks. "I wasn't talking to you." "Hey, it's okay," I say referring to both of them so they'd calm down. I am not sure how to feel, though. Jay speaks up after a pause: "Well, that was surely a... conversation. And since we are here already," $jay_he points at a bar, and then says to me with a soft voice: "How about we go in? You haven't eaten after all." "Oh, I don't feel like eating, to be honest," I say. "You really should eat. I doubt they have anything actually good but you wouldn't want to make something yourself at home after all of this," when $maxwell says that part Jay snorts, "So at least you should eat here." I just nod. "Yeah, and I would say 'my treat', but you are probably have more money on yourself than both of us," even though Jay's words seem teasing, it feels like $jay_he is actually on edge and I don't blame $jay_him. "They have some, uh, more or less healthier choice if you want, not just fries and burgers..." "Can we just go already?" $maxwell interrupts, being too annoyed with $jay_him now, and Jay only rolls $jay_his eyes. [[Next|Chapter3-3]]

As we go inside, I immediately get overwhelmed by the crowd and the noises. I hear $maxwell's heavy sigh after $max_he sees something. Or, rather, //someone//. Jay, on the other hand, seems more relaxed now. "Oh, look. Robin's here." "Yeah, I can see it," $maxwell says. $max_he seems progressively more annoyed. "Who?" I ask. "Oh, the Asp King's leader. Or, well, 'the King of the Kings', but that's dumb," Jay answers, as we go to the furthest table. Right, the local gang. Of course they would be in, basically, their bar. "Why are we going to-?" "Ugh, just trust me on this one," Jay interrupts and rolls $jay_his eyes. As we approach a very tall <<cycle "$rob_man" autoselect>> <<option "dark-haired man, I can see him smirking at us." "man">> <<option "dark-haired woman, I can see her smirking at us." "woman">> <</cycle>> "If only you told me about our honorable guest, Jay," Robin talks looking at $maxwell and I can hear $max_him groan, but still answer. "Then you would what?" Robin completely ignores the question, shifting attention to me. "And what do we have here? May I have a name to your pretty face?" <div class="choice">[[Let Jay introduce you.|Chapter3-4answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[[Say your name, a little introduction won't hurt.|Chapter3-4answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[[Introduce yourself properly.|Chapter3-4answ3]]</div>

<<nobr>> <<if $rob_man is "man">><<set $rob_mr to "Mr.">><<set $rob_he to "he">><<set $rob_his to "his">><<set $rob_him to "him">><<set $rob_himself to "himself">><<set $rob_handsome to "handsome">><<set $rob_sir to "sir">><<set $rob_brother to "brother">><<set $rob_He to "He">><<set $rob_His to "His">><<set $rob_Him to "Him">><<set $rob_Himself to "Himself">><<elseif $rob_man is "woman">><<set $rob_mr to "Ms.">><<set $rob_he to "she">><<set $rob_his to "her">><<set $rob_him to "her">><<set $rob_himself to "herself">><<set $rob_handsome to "beautiful">><<set $rob_sir to "ma'am">><<set $rob_brother to "sister">><<set $rob_He to "She">><<set $rob_His to "Her">><<set $rob_Him to "Her">><<set $rob_Himself to "Herself">><</if>> <</nobr>>"That's $name, I've told you about $them." <<set $quiet to $quiet + 2>>"Ah, yes, your $nickname," Robin says with a chuckle and I see Jay awkwardly running $jay_his hand over $jay_his hair. "Of course I remember." I can see $maxwell stiffen at that, holding a cold gaze at Robin. "My name is Robin, but I think you already know that. What do I owe the pleasure? For some reason I assume you are not here just for my lovely company." "Ha, sorry, no," Jay grins, but then it fades so quickly, like it's never been there, "it's actually pretty serious." "I am listening." "Heard of some uptown kids mingling with yours?" "Nope," Robin says, as if $rob_he is just starting to get entertained, chuckling at $jay_his wording, "I have no slightest idea." "Oh for f- You know what I am talking about." I look at $maxwell, but can't read $max_his expression, and miss how Jay quickly throws a glance at me at that exact moment, before looking back at Robin. Robin smirks, and looks at the side, before setting $rob_his eyes back to Jay: "I do actually know what you are talking about. What I don't understand is, why," Robin drops $rob_his previous act completely. Jay sighs. "I just want to ask if they got into some trouble. Like with... You know what's going on here, you don't need me to say it." Robin looks at $maxwell before saying: "Why are you asking?" "Right. Just one second," Jay says as he suddenly turns to $maxwell. "Hey, go buy us something to eat, will ya?" "What-" "Do you want $nickname to starve?" $maxwell gives Jay a stern look, but that trick works on $maxwell, it seems. "Wait, let me come with you, I'll pay for it," I say, but Jay intervenes. "Just give $max_him money if you wish, $max_he is a big $max_boy, $max_he can handle it." <<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">><div class="choice">[[Go with Maxwell.|Chapter3-5GoWMax]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[Go with Maxine.|Chapter3-5GoWMax]]</div><</if>><div class="choice">[[Stay with Jay.|Chapter3-5StaywJay]]</div>

<<nobr>> <<if $rob_man is "man">><<set $rob_mr to "Mr.">><<set $rob_he to "he">><<set $rob_his to "his">><<set $rob_him to "him">><<set $rob_himself to "himself">><<set $rob_handsome to "handsome">><<set $rob_sir to "sir">><<set $rob_brother to "brother">><<set $rob_He to "He">><<set $rob_His to "His">><<set $rob_Him to "Him">><<set $rob_Himself to "Himself">><<elseif $rob_man is "woman">><<set $rob_mr to "Ms.">><<set $rob_he to "she">><<set $rob_his to "her">><<set $rob_him to "her">><<set $rob_himself to "herself">><<set $rob_handsome to "beautiful">><<set $rob_sir to "ma'am">><<set $rob_brother to "sister">><<set $rob_He to "She">><<set $rob_His to "Her">><<set $rob_Him to "Her">><<set $rob_Himself to "Herself">><</if>> <</nobr>>"My name is $name." <<set $cooperative to $cooperative + 1>><<set $outgoing to $outgoing + 3>>"And what a lovely name it is," $rob_he says, smiling. //Huh.// I can see $maxwell stiffen at that, holding a cold gaze at Robin. "My name is Robin, but I think you already know that. What do I owe the pleasure? For some reason I assume you are not here just for my lovely company." "Ha, sorry, no," Jay grins, but then it fades so quickly, like it's never been there, "it's actually pretty serious." "I am listening." "Heard of some uptown kids mingling with yours?" "Nope," Robin says, as if $rob_he is just starting to get entertained, chuckling at $jay_his wording, "I have no slightest idea." "Oh for f- You know what I am talking about." I look at $maxwell, but can't read $max_his expression, and miss how Jay quickly throws a glance at me at that exact moment, before looking back at Robin. Robin smirks, and looks at the side, before setting $rob_his eyes back to Jay: "I do actually know what you are talking about. What I don't understand is, why," Robin drops $rob_his previous act completely. Jay sighs. "I just want to ask if they got into some trouble. Like with... You know what's going on here, you don't need me to say it." Robin looks at $maxwell before saying: "Why are you asking?" "Right. Just one second," Jay says as he suddenly turns to $maxwell. "Hey, go buy us something to eat, will ya?" "What-" "Do you want $nickname to starve?" $maxwell gives Jay a stern look, but that trick works on $maxwell, it seems. "Wait, let me come with you, I'll pay for it," I say, but Jay intervenes. "Just give $max_him money if you wish, $max_he is a big $max_boy, $max_he can handle it." <<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">><div class="choice">[[Go with Maxwell.|Chapter3-5GoWMax]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[Go with Maxine.|Chapter3-5GoWMax]]</div><</if>><div class="choice">[[Stay with Jay.|Chapter3-5StaywJay]]</div>

<<nobr>> <<if $rob_man is "man">><<set $rob_mr to "Mr.">><<set $rob_he to "he">><<set $rob_his to "his">><<set $rob_him to "him">><<set $rob_himself to "himself">><<set $rob_handsome to "handsome">><<set $rob_sir to "sir">><<set $rob_brother to "brother">><<set $rob_He to "He">><<set $rob_His to "His">><<set $rob_Him to "Him">><<set $rob_Himself to "Himself">><<elseif $rob_man is "woman">><<set $rob_mr to "Ms.">><<set $rob_he to "she">><<set $rob_his to "her">><<set $rob_him to "her">><<set $rob_himself to "herself">><<set $rob_handsome to "beautiful">><<set $rob_sir to "ma'am">><<set $rob_brother to "sister">><<set $rob_He to "She">><<set $rob_His to "Her">><<set $rob_Him to "Her">><<set $rob_Himself to "Herself">><</if>> <</nobr>>"My name is $name $surname." <<set $strict to $strict + 1>>"Well then, $Mr $surname. Pleasure to meet you," $rob_he says with a wink. I can see $maxwell stiffen at that, holding a cold gaze at Robin. "My name is Robin, but I think you already know that. What do I owe the pleasure? For some reason I assume you are not here just for my lovely company." "Ha, sorry, no," Jay grins, but then it fades so quickly, like it's never been there, "it's actually pretty serious." "I am listening." "Heard of some uptown kids mingling with yours?" "Nope," Robin says, as if $rob_he is just starting to get entertained, chuckling at $jay_his wording, "I have no slightest idea." "Oh for f- You know what I am talking about." I look at $maxwell, but can't read $max_his expression, and miss how Jay quickly throws a glance at me at that exact moment, before looking back at Robin. Robin smirks, and looks at the side, before setting $rob_his eyes back to Jay: "I do actually know what you are talking about. What I don't understand is, why," Robin drops $rob_his previous act completely. Jay sighs. "I just want to ask if they got into some trouble. Like with... You know what's going on here, you don't need me to say it." Robin looks at $maxwell before saying: "Why are you asking?" "Right. Just one second," Jay says as he suddenly turns to $maxwell. "Hey, go buy us something to eat, will ya?" "What-" "Do you want $nickname to starve?" $maxwell gives Jay a stern look, but that trick works on $maxwell, it seems. "Wait, let me come with you, I'll pay for it," I say, but Jay intervenes. "Just give $max_him money if you wish, $max_he is a big $max_boy, $max_he can handle it." <<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">><div class="choice">[[Go with Maxwell.|Chapter3-5GoWMax]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[Go with Maxine.|Chapter3-5GoWMax]]</div><</if>><div class="choice">[[Stay with Jay.|Chapter3-5StaywJay]]</div>

"I'll go." "Fine, I'll be here," Jay answers and turns back to Robin, who nods with a smile. As we go, I look at $maxwell. I can't make out what $max_he could possibly be thinking by $max_his face. "Do you know Robin?" "I've heard of $rob_him," $maxwell responds. "$rob_He seems friendly, but don't trust it. $rob_He is an Asp Kings' leader. $rob_He is dangerous." Of course someone, especially someone like $maxwell, would give me that kind of //warning// about someone like Robin. //Of course.// "You don't like $rob_him very much, do you?" "I just don't trust $rob_him, that's all." As we pass through a crowd, I ask again: "Any idea what they were talking about at the end?" "Yes," $maxwell says with a sigh. "This is a gang. There are a lot of issues here, including drugs - strong ones too. We have people working on it, but it seems like..." As $maxwell doesn't finish the sentence, getting lost in thoughts. I ask again: "Seems like what?" My question makes $max_him to come back to reality, and $max_he shakes $max_his head. "You don't need to worry about it." "...Do you think my brother could have gotten into it? With the sheriff's son, no less." $maxwell sighs. "Let's just hope your friend will manage to get at least some answers. And tell us." I stop for a moment. "Would you?" $maxwell turns around to face me, "Excuse me?" "Well, iIt is a police matter, isn't it? Would you tell us?" "I... " $maxwell hesitates and comes closer. "I think I would have to. If it concerned your brother, you'd have a right to know." We go again, and when we finally made it to a bar, $maxwell speaks up: "At any case, let me buy you something to eat." "Oh, right. I have money with me..." "No, no. I'll pay," $max_he says and then adds: "If that's okay with you?.." "We can split, if that's what you'd prefer," I suggest and $max_he nods. We quickly pick something and leave. <<if $maxwell is "Maxwell" and $rob_he is "he">>As we come back Robin gets up, and I can't help but notice how tall $rob_he is... //How can he be even taller than $maxwell?// "Well, I won't be bothering you three anymore. It was a pleasure," $rob_he says to me as $rob_he excuses $rob_himself and leaves.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxine" and $rob_he is "she">>As we come back Robin gets up, and I can't help but notice how tall $rob_he is... //How can she be even taller than $maxwell?// "Well, I won't be bothering you three anymore. It was a pleasure," $rob_he says to me as $rob_he excuses $rob_himself and leaves.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxwell" and $rob_he is "she">>As we come back Robin gets up, and I can't help but notice how tall she is even compared to Maxwell... "Well, I won't be bothering you three anymore. It was a pleasure," $rob_he says to me as $rob_he excuses $rob_himself and leaves<<else>>As we come back Robin gets up. "Well, I won't be bothering you three anymore. It was a pleasure," $rob_he says to me as $rob_he excuses $rob_himself and leaves.<</if>> [[Next|Chapter3-6]]

$maxwell groans. "Yes, I //can//. I'll pay," and with that, $max_he goes, not leaving a place to argue. Jay turns back to Robin. "Well?" "I have nothing for you," Robin says tastelessly, "except for what you already know: they just //might// start caring about doing their jobs for once, if the rich is affected." $rob_He turns $rob_his head to me and adds much softer with a smile: "No offense." I just shift at one place, without saying anything. "Wait. What does that mean?" Jay asks, raising $jay_his head. "That it did get out to uptown?" Robin smiles. "What did?" I ask. "Maybe. Maybe not." Jay swears. "Are you serious? Did you- How did you even manage it?" "This garbage is not just //some// drug." Robin scowls. //Oh, no.// Maybe I should have left with $maxwell... "It was out of my control here, so I had to do something. Maybe now they'll care." "Who did you sell it to?.." I ask, but don't get an answer. "Oh, I don't do that myself," Robin says, "I don't know who got it. Why do you want to know?" Jay looks intensely at $rob_him, after $rob_he asked this. "I am trying to find out what my brother got into, before..." "Ah. I hope it's all work out for you," $rob_he says, and I feel it's genuine, "but this... Try not to jump into conclusions too soon." "You'd say that, wouldn't you," Jay adds which gains $jay_him a glare from Robin. No one says anything for a while, before Robin sighs before saying distractingly charming, like nothing has happened: "And I hoped you are here just to finally properly introduce your $partner to me." Jay gets a little bit too flustered as $jay_he answers to that, a little too quickly: "$name is ''not'' my-- " "I see," Robin smiles, and then adds with a wink: "Good." //Oh?// "...What?" "Oh, not for you, definitely," Robin makes a dismissive gesture, waving $rob_his hand towards Jay, "I meant for $them." Robin laughs and I chuckle at that. "Wow. Hilarious." <<if $maxwell is "Maxwell" and $rob_he is "he">>Just as $maxwell comes back, Robin gets up, and I can't help but notice how tall $rob_he is... //How can he be even taller than $maxwell?// "Well, I won't be bothering you three anymore. It was a pleasure," $rob_he says to me as $rob_he excuses $rob_himself and leaves. <<elseif $maxwell is "Maxine" and $rob_he is "she">>Just as $maxwell comes back, Robin gets up, and I can't help but notice how tall $rob_he is... //How can she be even taller than $maxwell?// "Well, I won't be bothering you three anymore. It was a pleasure," $rob_he says to me as $rob_he excuses $rob_himself and leaves.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxwell" and $rob_he is "she">>Just as $maxwell comes back, Robin gets up, and I can't help but notice how tall she is even compared to Maxwell... "Well, I won't be bothering you three anymore. It was a pleasure," $rob_he says to me as $rob_he excuses $rob_himself and leaves<<else>>Just as $maxwell comes back, Robin gets up. "Well, I won't be bothering you three anymore. It was a pleasure," $rob_he says to me as $rob_he excuses $rob_himself and leaves.<</if>> [[Next|Chapter3-6]]

<<set $metrobin to "true">><<set $relationshiprobin to "Acquaintances">>When I look where $rob_he is going, I see $rob_him taking two cigarettes from $jay_his pocket, while approaching a young woman with long dark side-shaved hair, in the same leather jacket, and serious expressions on both of their faces. Jay ignores that and just turns to $jay_his plate with food. When Robin leaves, $jay_he speaks up: "Remember that... Lavender Death, or whatever? It got to uptown." "Thanks to Robin?" $maxwell asks. "Yes. Said the only way to make police care," Jay answers, sparing $maxwell a quick glance. "And we have no proof as for now?" "No." Jay responds again monotonously. "Great," $maxwell comments, taking a deep breath. "What... are you talking about?" I ask. "I don't... even really know," Jay says. "It's a drug, a new one. New-ish? It's strong, too. And it's blue or something." "Blue?" "More like purple, roughly speaking," $maxwell says, "and now we have people mixing it with other things." "Wait, haven't you mentioned it's called Lavender Death, why would you say it's blue?" I say with a weak smile. "That is not even-" "Ugh, whatever. The point is, it's stronger than any other shit I've seen," Jay admits, shoving food in $jay_his mouth. "I wouldn't even touch it, but the others... God, it's a mess." "Please stop talking with your mouth full." <<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">>"Yeah, okay, DAD," Jay says rolling $jay_his eyes.<<else>>"Yeah, okay, MOM," Jay says rolling $jay_his eyes.<</if>> I interrupt: "Do you think he..." "I don't know. I hope not," Jay says. "We need to learn more," $maxwell adds. "No shit. You'd make a great detective." They keep talking, or bickering, I don't listen. I still think about what I have learned today... It's gets too overwhelming for me right now. "Uh, $name?" I hear Jay speaking. "Are you okay?" "I need some air," I say as I stand up and before I leave I notice them exchange worried looks. [[Next|Chapter3-7]]

I stay outside, hoping for some peace at least for now. I am just so tired. <<if $gender is "man">>"Hey, pretty boy," I hear someone near me say. I turn to face him and see a group of men standing here.<<else>>"Aren't you a sight, pretty one," I hear someone near me say. I quickly turn to face him, taking a few steps back, and see a group of men standing here.<</if>> "That's some expensive things you have there..." "What do you-" I try to say, but get interrupted. "How about some fun?" another one says, searching for something in his pocket. "Yeah, how about it?" thankfully, I hear a familiar voice. I turn and see Jay. "I can shank you. That would be fun." "Or I could just arrest all of you," $maxwell adds. I quickly step back from the group of those guys and go to $maxwell and Jay. "Shit, we were just... you know. Having a chat," one of them says. "We'll leave," they say, leaving. Or rather, running away. "Goddammit. Robin really needs to do something about that," Jay says before coming towards me. "Not just Robin..." $maxwell adds, pinching the bridge of $max_his nose. "Are you okay?" Jay and $maxwell say at the same time after a brief pause and then look at each other. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just... want to go home." "Yeah, that's enough meeting new people for today," Jay smiles weakly. "I can give you a ride," $maxwell says, ignoring that. Jay and I walked here, so $jay_his car is not an option. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks." "Keep $them safe, or I'll find you," Jay says to $maxwell, waving me goodbye. [[Next|Chapter 3-8]]

Most of the ride's been silent, but I distantly hear $maxwell speaking up. "I am sorry, did you say anything?" "I asked how are you doing. With everything that's going on... are you okay?" <div class="choice">[["\"No.\""|Chapter3-8AnswNo]]</div><div class="choice">[["Yes," I lied.|Chapter3-8AnswYes]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I'm just tired.\""|Chapter3-8Answ3]]</div>

<<set $cooperative to $cooperative + 2>>"I am not," I say. How could I be? $maxwell nods and says with a soft voice: "I'm sorry. I know we don't have much but... I need to talk to Aiden next, at least... and I should have a chat with the sheriff." "'You' need to?" "Yes?" "I want to come too." "But-" <<if $strict gte 6 and $cold gte 1>>"There's a reason why you are the only one involved, isn't there? Then, I am not exactly going to interfere. Isn't that right?"<<else>>"Come on, it's just Aiden! And you are not going officially, are you?"<</if>> "...Fine." It //is// just the sheriff's son, after all. I think a bit about whether or not to bring up Jay right after that, hoping it wouldn't be a mistake, glancing at $maxwell from time to time - which gives me opportunity to more carefully inspect $max_his face than any time I've had before with $max_him, and I realize that despite the light skin I can't exactly put my finger on $maxwell's features, which are a bit different from what you'd usually see. "Can Jay come with us too?" I'd love to have a friend by my side and I am sure $jay_he would want to tag along too. "If you insist," $maxwell answers and I am not sure whether $max_he is frustrated about it or not. A silence again. I break it this time. "...And what about you?" "Excuse me?" "So, the case is pretty much... stuck, isn't it? And you are the only one not giving up, with probably other things that are going on..." "Don't concern yourself about me, you have enough on your plate already. I have already explained why I do it." <div class="choice">[["\"Sure...\""|Chapter3-9A1]]</div><div class="choice">[["Mmh. And here I hoped it would be because of me," I winked.|Chapter3-9A2]]</div><<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, but for some reason I trust Maxwell.|Chapter3-9A3]]</div><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, and I am not sure whether to trust Maxwell or not.|Chapter3-9A4]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, but for some reason I trust Maxine.|Chapter3-9A3]]</div><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, and I am not sure whether to trust Maxine or not.|Chapter3-9A4]]</div><</if>>

<<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 2>>"Yes," I lied. I can feel $maxwell's gaze on me and I am not sure if $max_he believes me or not. $maxwell nods and says with a soft voice: "I'm sorry. I know we don't have much but... I need to talk to Aiden next, at least... and I should have a chat with the sheriff." "'You' need to?" "Yes?" "I want to come too." "But-" <<if $strict gte 6 and $cold gte 1>>"There's a reason why you are the only one involved, isn't there? Then, I am not exactly going to interfere. Isn't that right?"<<else>>"Come on, it's just Aiden! And you are not going officially, are you?"<</if>> "...Fine." It //is// just the sheriff's son, after all. I think a bit about whether or not to bring up Jay right after that, hoping it wouldn't be a mistake, glancing at $maxwell from time to time - which gives me opportunity to more carefully inspect $max_his face than any time I've had before with $max_him, and I realize that despite the light skin I can't exactly put my finger on $maxwell's features, which are a bit different from what you'd usually see. "Can Jay come with us too?" I'd love to have a friend by my side and I am sure $jay_he would want to tag along too. "If you insist," $maxwell answers and I am not sure whether $max_he is frustrated about it or not. A silence again. I break it this time. "...And what about you?" "Excuse me?" "So, the case is pretty much... stuck, isn't it? And you are the only one not giving up, with probably other things that are going on..." "Don't concern yourself about me, you have enough on your plate already. I have already explained why I do it." <div class="choice">[["\"Sure...\""|Chapter3-9A1]]</div><div class="choice">[["Mmh. And here I hoped it would be because of me," I winked.|Chapter3-9A2]]</div><<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, but for some reason I trust Maxwell.|Chapter3-9A3]]</div><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, and I am not sure whether to trust Maxwell or not.|Chapter3-9A4]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, but for some reason I trust Maxine.|Chapter3-9A3]]</div><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, and I am not sure whether to trust Maxine or not.|Chapter3-9A4]]</div><</if>>

"I'm just tired," I say. It's just too much, too overwhelming for me. $maxwell nods and says with a soft voice: "I'm sorry. I know we don't have much but... I need to talk to Aiden next, at least... and I should have a chat with the sheriff." "'You' need to?" "Yes?" "I want to come too." "But-" <<if $strict gte 6 and $cold gte 1>>"There's a reason why you are the only one involved, isn't there? Then, I am not exactly going to interfere. Isn't that right?"<<else>>"Come on, it's just Aiden! And you are not going officially, are you?"<</if>> "...Fine." It //is// just the sheriff's son, after all. I think a bit about whether or not to bring up Jay right after that, hoping it wouldn't be a mistake, glancing at $maxwell from time to time - which gives me opportunity to more carefully inspect $max_his face than any time I've had before with $max_him, and I realize that despite the light skin I can't exactly put my finger on $maxwell's features, which are a bit different from what you'd usually see. "Can Jay come with us too?" I'd love to have a friend by my side and I am sure $jay_he would want to tag along too. "If you insist," $maxwell answers and I am not sure whether $max_he is frustrated about it or not. A silence again. I break it this time. "...And what about you?" "Excuse me?" "So, the case is pretty much... stuck, isn't it? And you are the only one not giving up, with probably other things that are going on..." "Don't concern yourself about me, you have enough on your plate already. I have already explained why I do it." <div class="choice">[["\"Sure...\""|Chapter3-9A1]]</div><div class="choice">[["Mmh. And here I hoped it would be because of me," I winked.|Chapter3-9A2]]</div><<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, but for some reason I trust Maxwell.|Chapter3-9A3]]</div><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, and I am not sure whether to trust Maxwell or not.|Chapter3-9A4]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, but for some reason I trust Maxine.|Chapter3-9A3]]</div><div class="choice">[[I think it's weird, and I am not sure whether to trust Maxine or not.|Chapter3-9A4]]</div><</if>>

<<set $quiet to $quiet + 1>>"Sure..." I don't really understand that, but I don't want to argue. We sit in silence for a minute or so, and then I realize something. "Wait. Do you live somewhere near? I didn't even think..." "It's close, don't worry about it." "...So you keep telling me." "What?" "Not to worry about you." "And I mean it. Don't. I am supposed to help you, and that's all." I don't know what to say to that. We are nearing my house anyway, and when $maxwell stops, I open the door to leave. "Thanks, $maxwell," I say but then stop. "Uh... It's okay if I call you $maxwell?" "I..." $maxwell cleared $max_his throat. "Yes, of course. This is my name, after all." I nod with a smile and walk away from the car. $max_He doesn't leave until I step inside of my house. I hope that at least this time I won't have [[nightmares|Chapter 4]].

<<set $outgoing to $outgoing + 3>>"Mmh. And here I hoped it would be because of me," I winked, before I can even stop myself. $maxwell chokes on air, but then quickly says, and I can't help but chuckle: "Yes, I... I mean, I'll do everything I can to help. That's why I am here." We sit in silence for a minute or so, and then I realize something. "Wait. Do you live somewhere near? I didn't even think..." "It's close, don't worry about it." "...So you keep telling me." "What?" "Not to worry about you." "And I mean it. Don't. I am supposed to help you, and that's all." I don't know what to say to that. We are nearing my house anyway, and when $maxwell stops, I open the door to leave. "Thanks, $maxwell," I say but then stop. "Uh... It's okay if I call you $maxwell?" "I..." $maxwell cleared $max_his throat. "Yes, of course. This is my name, after all." I nod with a smile and walk away from the car. $max_He doesn't leave until I step inside of my house. I hope that at least this time I won't have [[nightmares|Chapter 4]].

<<set $forgiving to $forgiving + 3>>$maxwell looks at me, but doesn't say anything. I just give $max_him a weak smile. We sit in silence for a minute or so, and then I realize something. "Wait. Do you live somewhere near? I didn't even think..." "It's close, don't worry about it." "...So you keep telling me." "What?" "Not to worry about you." "And I mean it. Don't. I am supposed to help you, and that's all." I don't know what to say to that. We are nearing my house anyway, and when $maxwell stops, I open the door to leave. "Thanks, $maxwell," I say but then stop. "Uh... It's okay if I call you $maxwell?" "I..." $maxwell cleared $max_his throat. "Yes, of course. This is my name, after all." I nod with a smile and walk away from the car. $max_He doesn't leave until I step inside of my house. I hope that at least this time I won't have [[nightmares|Chapter 4]].

<<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 3>>$maxwell looks at me, but doesn't say anything. We sit in silence for a minute or so, and then I realize something. "Wait. Do you live somewhere near? I didn't even think..." "It's close, don't worry about it." "...So you keep telling me." "What?" "Not to worry about you." "And I mean it. Don't. I am supposed to help you, and that's all." I don't know what to say to that. We are nearing my house anyway, and when $maxwell stops, I open the door to leave. "Thanks, $maxwell," I say but then stop. "Uh... It's okay if I call you $maxwell?" "I..." $maxwell cleared $max_his throat. "Yes, of course. This is my name, after all." I nod with a smile and walk away from the car. $max_He doesn't leave until I step inside of my house. I hope that at least this time I won't have [[nightmares|Chapter 4]].

I stand in the park, again. //Again?// Of course, I've been at this creepy park before, but... I notice a man with short pastel pink hair standing not so far from me on the little, once painted green, bridge. It's $brother_nickname. When I try to call out for him, I can't make a sound. $brother_nickname reaches out for me, but when I raise my hand to him I realize he is pointing behind me; and as I turn I see a group of people but I can't figure out their faces. I turn back to face my brother, but he is gone. I realize my mistake when I look behind - one of them is right ahead of me. They push me, and I try to reach for something, to stop myself from falling, and I rip //is it a budge?// from their coat. My back hits the water, and as I drown further, I try to look at what I am holding, but I release it and it's... a leaf? I think it's red, but it's hard to see under the water... I suddenly feel something twine my waist and limbs, tugging me. I try to break free from the vines, but it's all in vain. That's when I wake up. The nights have been the worst time for me since his disappearance. I feel like I could have done something, could have protected him, but... Sometimes I feel there's nothing I can do anymore. <div class="choice">[[I feel like shit.|Chapter4Answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I can't stop shaking.|Chapter4Answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[[I am tired of the nightmares.|Chapter4Answ3]]</div>

I feel like shit. Nothing new here lately, but I can't keep like this... I don't even want to sit up, let alone to get up, but... I thought it would be for the best if I just got up and prepared for a day. And it's earlier than I woke up yesterday, at least. And it's Saturday... I barely manage to make myself brush my teeth. I don't think I'll handle a shower right now. I don't even have breakfast. Even after some time, I don't feel good. <div class="choice">[[I read something to distract myself.|Chapter4-1Read]]</div><div class="choice">[[I watch some show to distract myself.|Chapter4-1Watch]]</div><div class="choice">[[I just pick up my phone.|Chapter4-1Phone]]</div><div class="choice">[[...Maybe I should try and take a nap. Again.|Chapter4-1Nightmare]]<<set $dream to "yes">></div>

I sit up on my bed, shaking. I breathe deeply, trying to calm myself down, but I can't stop trembling... It takes me a few minutes to calm down. More or less. I thought it would be for the best if I just got up and prepared for a day. And it's earlier than I woke up yesterday, at least. And it's Saturday... I barely manage to make myself brush my teeth. I don't think I'll handle a shower right now. I don't even have breakfast. Even after some time, I don't feel good. <div class="choice">[[I read something to distract myself.|Chapter4-1Read]]</div><div class="choice">[[I watch some show to distract myself.|Chapter4-1Watch]]</div><div class="choice">[[I just pick up my phone.|Chapter4-1Phone]]</div><div class="choice">[[...Maybe I should try and take a nap. Again.|Chapter4-1Nightmare]]<<set $dream to "yes">></div>

I am //so// tired of these nightmares. I just want one good sleep... I sit up on my bed and cover my face with my hands, taking a deep breath. I thought it would be for the best if I just got up and prepared for a day. And it's earlier than I woke up yesterday, at least. And it's Saturday... I barely manage to make myself brush my teeth. I don't think I'll handle a shower right now. I don't even have breakfast. Even after some time, I don't feel good. <div class="choice">[[I read something to distract myself.|Chapter4-1Read]]</div><div class="choice">[[I watch some show to distract myself.|Chapter4-1Watch]]</div><div class="choice">[[I just pick up my phone.|Chapter4-1Phone]]</div><div class="choice">[[...Maybe I should try and take a nap. Again.|Chapter4-1Nightmare]]<<set $dream to "yes">></div>

I decide to read something from the new... or, rather, relatively new books I've bought. I put aside the murder mysteries and detective stories, though. I find one of my favourite authors and open the book - but I don't get too far with it as I hear a doorbell. I groan as I make myself [[get up.|Chapter 4-2]]

I am not sure if it's really a good time to catch up with my favourite shows, but at least it will take my mind off everything. Right?.. Maybe so, if I could decide what to watch. I don't really have energy for most of them... and I just don't feel like watching the others... and... I groan as I make myself [[get up.|Chapter 4-2]]

I just pick up my phone and scroll the dash. Nothing exciting is going on there as always, though - except for the news, which, obviously, sucks. Of course nothing good will be happening in this day and age; why would it? I don't get to go far with it as I hear a doorbell. I groan as I make myself [[get up.|Chapter 4-2]]

I just woke up but I feel like I haven't slept at all. I lie down and close my eyes, hoping that my mind won't drift in the wrong direction... Completely forgetting, that it still can do so, after I fall asleep. I stand in the forest. I know I am lost, but what I don't know, is who I am hiding from. I start running when I hear something, that is most probably leaves moving from the wind, until I hit the tree. //'It wasn't here before,'// I think. I move around it and see a young person sitting under it. But before I could do anything else, the last thing I notice, and //feel//, is the punch in the stomach. And I am not sure what woke me up, this, or the doorbell. I groan as I make myself [[get up.|Chapter 4-2]]

"Food delivery!" Jay jokes after I open the door. "Brought you some from yeste- You don't look good. Are you okay?" I shake my head and... <<if $james is "James">><div class="choice">[[Hug him.|Chapter 4-2Hug]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[Hug her.|Chapter 4-2Hug]]</div><</if>><<if $james is "James">><div class="choice">[[Let him inside.|Chapter 4-2LetIn]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[Let her inside.|Chapter 4-2LetIn]]</div><</if>><div class="choice">[["\"No. I am not.\""|Chapter 4-2No]]</div>

I feel Jay's hands around me. We stay like this for some time before $jay_he leads me inside. Jay warms up food while I sit in the kitchen, leather jacket thrown at one of the chairs beside me. "So, what's wrong? You don't have to tell me, of course," Jay speaks. <div class="choice">[["\"It's just... everything\""|Chapter4-3Answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Nightmares.\""|Chapter4-3Answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I don't want to think about it.\""|Chapter4-3Answ3]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't answer.|Chapter4-3Answ4]]</div>

Jay comes inside with worry on $jay_his face. Jay warms up food while I sit in the kitchen, leather jacket thrown at one of the chairs beside me. "So, what's wrong? You don't have to tell me, of course," Jay speaks. <div class="choice">[["\"It's just... everything\""|Chapter4-3Answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Nightmares.\""|Chapter4-3Answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I don't want to think about it.\""|Chapter4-3Answ3]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't answer.|Chapter4-3Answ4]]</div>

Jay takes my hand and leads us both inside. Jay warms up food while I sit in the kitchen, leather jacket thrown at one of the chairs beside me. "So, what's wrong? You don't have to tell me, of course," Jay speaks. <div class="choice">[["\"It's just... everything\""|Chapter4-3Answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Nightmares.\""|Chapter4-3Answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I don't want to think about it.\""|Chapter4-3Answ3]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't answer.|Chapter4-3Answ4]]</div>

"It's just... everything," I say, looking down at the floor. "It's so overwhelming." "I get it. We'll get through it. Trust me." After some time of silence passed, Jay says, drying $jay_his hands on an orange shirt with something drawn and written with a distinctive font on it after washing them: "What if... you'll live at my place, for a while?" I look at Jay and shake my head. There's not enough place, and I would definitely be a bother to Jay and Olivia. "Thank you, but I can't." Before Jay says anything else, I ask: "When are we going to talk to Aiden?" "Well, we'll go get //$max_him// first," Jay answers. //$maxwell.// "But... it's okay if you don't want to today. It's not your job anyway," $jay_he adds. "No, I have to go." Jay just nods in understatement. [[Next|Chapter4-4]]

<<set $mentiondi to "true">>"Nightmares," I just say. "Oh," Jay says softly. "Can't imagine how it is to stay here alone at night." "What choice do I have?" "Call your friends to hang out?" Jay suggests, awkwardly shrugging. "Like who? You?" "Why did you say it like that's the worst thing?" Jay squints $jay_his eyes. "Also, wasn't your college friend from here?" "//You// are suggesting this? Wow." "I promise I'll be nice!" "I don't believe it," I say half-joking. After some time of silence passed, Jay says, drying $jay_his hands on an orange shirt with something drawn and written with a distinctive font on it after washing them: "What if... you'll live at my place, for a while?" I look at Jay and shake my head. There's not enough place, and I would definitely be a bother to Jay and Olivia. "Thank you, but I can't." Before Jay says anything else, I ask: "When are we going to talk to Aiden?" "Well, we'll go get //$max_him// first," Jay answers. //$maxwell.// "But... it's okay if you don't want to today. It's not your job anyway," $jay_he adds. "No, I have to go." Jay just nods in understatement. [[Next|Chapter4-4]]

"I don't want to think about it," I say. "I understand," Jay says. "It's okay." After some time of silence passed, Jay says, drying $jay_his hands on an orange shirt with something drawn and written with a distinctive font on it after washing them: "What if... you'll live at my place, for a while?" I look at Jay and shake my head. There's not enough place, and I would definitely be a bother to Jay and Olivia. "Thank you, but I can't." Before Jay says anything else, I ask: "When are we going to talk to Aiden?" "Well, we'll go get //$max_him// first," Jay answers. //$maxwell.// "But... it's okay if you don't want to today. It's not your job anyway," $jay_he adds. "No, I have to go." Jay just nods in understatement. [[Next|Chapter4-4]]

I look down. I want to speak up, but I can't, I am not sure if I want to talk about it... "It's okay, $nickname. You don't have to talk." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you." "It's okay," Jay repeats. After some time of silence passed, Jay says, drying $jay_his hands on an orange shirt with something drawn and written with a distinctive font on it after washing them: "What if... you'll live at my place, for a while?" I look at Jay and shake my head. There's not enough space, and I would definitely be a bother to Jay and Olivia. "Thank you, but I can't." Before Jay says anything else, I ask: "When are we going to talk to Aiden?" "Well, we'll go get //$max_him// first," Jay answers. //$maxwell.// "But... it's okay if you don't want to today. It's not your job anyway," $jay_he adds. "No, I have to go." Jay just nods in understatement. [[Next|Chapter4-4]]

We decide not to take a car and just walk to the station. 'Good to clear your mind too,' Jay said. ...But if we //did// take a car, at least we would have had somewhere to sit, while we are outside of the station waiting for $maxwell. "'Give me five minutes'," says Jay, mocking $maxwell //surprisingly well//. "Where is Jones for that long?" "Maybe we should go in?" "No way. They'll have to arrest me to get me in there. And probably will for 'disrespecting an officer', or something, if I actually go inside," I look at $james. "And have you been arrested?" Jay fixes me with a look, and I elaborate: "Because of the gang and all, I mean." "Huh. No," Jay replies and adds when $jay_he sees me clearly not believing that Asps have never gotten $jay_him in trouble: "Okay, yeah. But not 'a lot'. So if you want to know what it's like so much, ask Robin. Or any other older Asp." Jay looks at me again, and before I could say anything, goes first: "It's not like that... I'll tell you next time, okay?" <div class="choice">[[Stay with Jay.|Chapter4-4StayWithJay]]</div><div class="choice">[[Go inside.|Chapter4-4GoWithMax]]</div>

I decide to keep waiting for $maxwell and stay with Jay. Thankfully, it's not cold today again. To fill the silence I ask: "So, are you okay with $maxwell or not?" "What do you mean?" "I thought you didn't like $max_him- " "I don't." "But now I think you are actually fine with $max_him." Jay sighs. "It's not that I really trust or like Jones, but I don't doubt $max_he is on our side." "Why wouldn't $max_he be? "You are joking, right?" Jay scoffs. "You know where $max_he works." "Then why are you so sure $max_he is on our side?" "Wow. You ask a lot of questions." Jay smiles. "Well, I had a chance to meet $max_him before at $max_his job. As idealistic as $max_he is, Jones genuinely tries to be helpful. //Tries.// Just trying isn't enough, though." I want to ask Jay to elaborate, but we see $maxwell finally coming out of the station. [[Next|Chapter4-5]]

<<set $goaftermax4 to "true">>I sigh. It takes another minute or so before I give up and go inside. It's as busy inside as it was when I came here last time. Some officers pass beside me, elbowing me on accident, and I try to stay away from people passing through. It doesn't take me long to see $maxwell. $max_He is standing in front of the sheriff's desk, talking to the sheriff himself. //Wait, no, they are arguing.// I keep my distance from his office, standing near the exit and wait a little more till $maxwell leaves. I try to get $max_his attention. Unfortunately, other people notice me before $maxwell does, but eventually $max_he sees me and comes up to me, looking a little confused and ignoring the others. "$name- I mean, $Mr $surname? Why isn't Ryans with you?" "Uh, $jay_he stayed outside. You were just taking longer than we expected..." "Oh, I see," $maxwell nods in acknowledgment. "Sorry you had to wait, it must be cold out there." I just smile and shake my head, before asking: "What was that about? Sheriff and you." $maxwell hesitates. "We just disagree a lot. Working here is not what I've thought it would be..." $max_He shakes $max_his head. "Let's get out of here, first." As we leave I look around and see curious looks of others working here. [[Next|Chapter4-5]]

"Finally!" Jay announces. "I thought you got yourself arrested there, Max." "Don't call me that." "Anyway, //Max//, what took you so long?" $jay_he asks and before Max - //$maxwell// could reply, says: "Got an earful from your boss, I bet?" "We still should talk to Aiden," says $maxwell, completely ignoring Jay. "Did you mention that to him?" $maxwell just closed $max_his eyes to that and runs a hand over $max_his hair. "$maxwell?" I speak up. "What happened there?" "Yeah, and I hope you didn't forget about drugs too." "He told me to not bring his son into this, because he has already told us what he knows and been through a lot," $maxwell says with a toneless voice and then sighs. "He didn't even listen when I told him about drugs. Said it was not my business, and he has other people on it." <div class="choice">[["\"Aren't you supposed to be working together?\""|Chapter4-5Answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"So much for Robin's grand plan.\""|Chapter4-5Answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Maybe we should push more.\""|Chapter4-5Answ3]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I have a bad feeling about it...\""|Chapter4-5Answ4]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't say anything.|Chapter4-5Answ5]]</div>

<<set $cooperative to $cooperative + 4>>"Why wouldn't the sheriff listen to you, the deputy?" I ask. "You are supposed to work together, aren't you?" "I know there's something shady going on, but that's really weird," Jay answers instead. "We don't have proof," says $maxwell. "Well, that what he says, anyway." Jay shares the look with $maxwell. "So, he told you not to talk to his son, right?" "Right." "But we are still doing it anyway?" Jay asks. "And what's the plan, exactly?" I ask. "We don't know for sure if Asps approached him." "We'll just mention them. I doubt he expects that, so if he lies, that'd be obvious," $maxwell answers. "And even if that's not 'obvious'," Jay notes the last word a bit mockingly, "It's worth a shot." "Oh no," $maxwell laughs a bit, "That would be obvious. Believe me, I know him." "You do? And does that mean he trusts you?" "He does." <<if $sarcastic gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "He might tell his dad. You know, Sheriff Matthews, who forbid you to talk to him?"<<elseif $sincere gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "What if he tells his father about it? About you?"<<else>>Jay suddenly stops. "Wait. What if he snitches to his dad about you?"<</if>> $maxwell sighs. "I have thought about it already, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you two to go without me." "Thanks for trusting in us," Jay scoffs, but I can see $jay_his smile a bit. [[Next|Chapter4-Aiden]]

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 4>>"So much for that grand plan with making them 'care', huh?" I remember Robin's words. $maxwell sighs at that while Jay chuckles bitterly. "Maybe when it's going to become bigger news," Jay says. "You know, they'll stop ignoring the plague when it's too late." Jay shares the look with $maxwell. "So, he told you not to talk to his son, right?" "Right." "But we are still doing it anyway?" Jay asks. "And what's the plan, exactly?" I ask. "We don't know for sure if Asps approached him." "We'll just mention them. I doubt he expects that, so if he lies, that'd be obvious," $maxwell answers. "And even if that's not 'obvious'," Jay notes the last word a bit mockingly, "It's worth a shot." "Oh no," $maxwell laughs a bit, "That would be obvious. Believe me, I know him." "You do? And does that mean he trusts you?" "He does." <<if $sarcastic gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "He might tell his dad. You know, Sheriff Matthews, who forbid you to talk to him?"<<elseif $sincere gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "What if he tells his father about it? About you?"<<else>>Jay suddenly stops. "Wait. What if he snitches to his dad about you?"<</if>> $maxwell sighs. "I have thought about it already, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you two to go without me." "Thanks for trusting in us," Jay scoffs, but I can see $jay_his smile a bit. [[Next|Chapter4-Aiden]]

<<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 4>>"Is leaving it like that really a good idea, then?" I ask. "There's no point pushing more," says $maxwell. "It would be a waste of time." Jay shares the look with $maxwell. "So, he told you not to talk to his son, right?" "Right." "But we are still doing it anyway?" Jay asks. "And what's the plan, exactly?" I ask. "We don't know for sure if Asps approached him." "We'll just mention them. I doubt he expects that, so if he lies, that'd be obvious," $maxwell answers. "And even if that's not 'obvious'," Jay notes the last word a bit mockingly, "It's worth a shot." "Oh no," $maxwell laughs a bit, "That would be obvious. Believe me, I know him." "You do? And does that mean he trusts you?" "He does." <<if $sarcastic gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "He might tell his dad. You know, Sheriff Matthews, who forbid you to talk to him?"<<elseif $sincere gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "What if he tells his father about it? About you?"<<else>>Jay suddenly stops. "Wait. What if he snitches to his dad about you?"<</if>> $maxwell sighs. "I have thought about it already, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you two to go without me." "Thanks for trusting in us," Jay scoffs, but I can see $jay_his smile a bit. [[Next|Chapter4-Aiden]]

<<set $sincere to $sincere + 4>>"I... don't like that," I say with worry. "This can't end well." "Yeah, I've got a bad feeling about it too," Jay says. Jay shares the look with $maxwell. "So, he told you not to talk to his son, right?" "Right." "But we are still doing it anyway?" Jay asks. "And what's the plan, exactly?" I ask. "We don't know for sure if Asps approached him." "We'll just mention them. I doubt he expects that, so if he lies, that'd be obvious," $maxwell answers. "And even if that's not 'obvious'," Jay notes the last word a bit mockingly, "It's worth a shot." "Oh no," $maxwell laughs a bit, "That would be obvious. Believe me, I know him." "You do? And does that mean he trusts you?" "He does." <<if $sarcastic gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "He might tell his dad. You know, Sheriff Matthews, who forbid you to talk to him?"<<elseif $sincere gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "What if he tells his father about it? About you?"<<else>>Jay suddenly stops. "Wait. What if he snitches to his dad about you?"<</if>> $maxwell sighs. "I have thought about it already, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you two to go without me." "Thanks for trusting in us," Jay scoffs, but I can see $jay_his smile a bit. [[Next|Chapter4-Aiden]]

<<set $quiet to $quiet + 3>>I don't like where this is going, but I doubt there's more to say or do right now. Jay shares the look with $maxwell. "So, he told you not to talk to his son, right?" "Right." "But we are still doing it anyway?" Jay asks. "And what's the plan, exactly?" I ask. "We don't know for sure if Asps approached him." "We'll just mention them. I doubt he expects that, so if he lies, that'd be obvious," $maxwell answers. "And even if that's not 'obvious'," Jay notes the last word a bit mockingly, "It's worth a shot." "Oh no," $maxwell laughs a bit, "That would be obvious. Believe me, I know him." "You do? And does that mean he trusts you?" "He does." <<if $sarcastic gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "He might tell his dad. You know, Sheriff Matthews, who forbid you to talk to him?"<<elseif $sincere gte 8>>"Wait," I speak up again, "What if he tells his father about it? About you?"<<else>>Jay suddenly stops. "Wait. What if he snitches to his dad about you?"<</if>> $maxwell sighs. "I have thought about it already, but I don't think it would be a good idea for you two to go without me." "Thanks for trusting in us," Jay scoffs, but I can see $jay_his smile a bit. [[Next|Chapter4-Aiden]]

We arrive at the sheriff's home - a very good looking one, too, and I start worrying that even if his son is there, he won't open to us. I hear and then see through the window a movement behind the door, but it doesn't open. "We know you are there, Aiden," $maxwell speaks up. "Do you want us to catch you when you are staying out or would you rather talk to us in private?" A tall young light-skinned man in a baseball jacket opens the door He'd look almost exactly like his father but younger, if it wasn't for his blonde hair and pale blue eyes. "Uh. What are you all doing here- And who are you?" he asks, looking at Jay. "I already told everyone everything I know." "Woah, calm down there," Jay says with clear amusement in $jay_his voice. "Mind if we come in first?" Aiden hesitates at $maxwell's question, but lets us in. When we are in the living room, $maxwell opens $max_his mouth but before $max_he could talk, Aiden goes first: "It's about $brother_nickname again, right? I told you already: I don't know anything, we weren't even friends." "See, that's not what we've heard recently," $maxwell says. "You've gotten closer lately, haven't you?" Aiden looks a bit surprised: "Well, we weren't all buddy-buddies. I mean, we started hanging out more and all, but he just desperately wanted cool friends." He says the last part with such spite that it makes me uncomfortable. "And what exactly have you been doing while 'hanging out'?" "You know, parties. Movie nights. All that stuff. My friends were there too." "Anything interesting happening at those //parties//?" Jay speaks up. "...Like what?" "Oh, this and that. You know how parties get. Someone drinks too much, someone passes out, someone makes out with someone else's girlfriend..." "Jay," I loudly whisper at $jay_him. I'm sure Aiden still doesn't know about it, but he visibly gets angrier. "Or someone thinks that booze is not enough anymore..." "Ryans, enough," $maxwell warns. Provoking Aiden is the last thing we need right now, and probably is the worst plan to get him talking. Jay shrugs and steps further in the room from us as Aiden speaks: "What do you want me to say? Those were just parties. Stuff happens, stuff I don't even remember." $maxwell gives him a look at the last part. I get nervous at this wording, but then I remember that $brother_nickname didn't meet up with his... //friends// that day. "Maybe you don't remember, but," says $maxwell, "we know about Asps." "I-I don't know what you are talking about," Aiden responds, stepping back. Of course. "Sure you don't. Maybe your father does?" $maxwell takes a risk here, mentioning the sheriff, but... "Oh. Um. No, he does not," he shifts nervously and looks around like he is looking for a quick exit. "It was just for fun! It's not like I am making friends with lowlifes. $brother_nickname was enough of that." Wow. There's a heavy silence for about half a minute. $maxwell recovers first: "That's..." $max_he shakes $max_his head, "'Just for fun', you say?" "Well... yes. I just... wanted something to make the parties more fun." "And you just gave it out by yourself," Jay says mockingly, but before Aiden could even think about it, adds: "So you what, went to them for it? Couldn't get something here?" "Not anything like this! And, uh, they approached me first." "Why the hell would they approach a sheriff's son with that?" $maxwell asks. "They, uh, might have known I wanted something," saying that, Aiden steps back from $maxwell. "Said it's better than anything I'll be able to get anywhere. I am not sure they knew who I was, though. " "Wait. You 'wanted something like this'?" I repeat. "To have fun and get easy money? I mean, I was selling them at better price, can you imagine-" he starts, but $maxwell's look makes him stop. "Why the hell would you even need more money?" Jay asks, looking around. I don't mention Aiden's mother, a quite successful actress, who still helps out her son despite the divorce, or else this would become a murder scene. "Because I //wanted// more?" he acts like he's answering a dumb question. "Okay, anyway, I never took them! Swear. I never mentioned it because of, well... my father. I still want to live, you know." <div class="choice">[[Ask him if he still has those drugs.|Chapter4-Aiden1]]</div><div class="choice">[[Ask him about his relationship with your brother.|Chapter4-Aiden2]]</div><div class="choice">[[Let Jones handle the rest.|Chapter4-Aiden3]]</div>

"So... do you still have some?" I ask. I hear Jay snort at my phrasing as $maxwell quickly looks at me, while I mouth 'sorry'. "No," he says coldly. "I-I mean, I haven't seen the gang for a while." "Yeah, keep it that way," says $maxwell. <div class="choice">[[Ask him about his relationship with your brother.|Chapter4-Aiden2-1]]</div><div class="choice">[[Let Jones handle the rest.|Chapter4-Aiden3]]</div>

"Did you... dislike him?" I ask, after a brief pause. "$brother_nickname, I mean." "N-no, I- of course I didn't. Not really, I mean," he answers, turning to me. "Look. He started hanging out with us all of a sudden, even though when we were in high school we barely talked. But we vibed, so I let him in my clique." "'Vibed'? Seriously?" $maxwell says with a sigh. "Uh, yeah? Wh-- " "Yeah, we know how you 'vibed' already," Jay interrupts. <div class="choice">[[Ask him if he still has those drugs.|Chapter4-Aiden1-2]]</div><div class="choice">[[Let Jones handle the rest.|Chapter4-Aiden3]]</div>

"Did Mr. $surname get into it too?" $maxwell asks. <<if $gender is "man">>"Uh," Aidan throws a quick glance at me. "Not him," $maxwell says, bringing $max_his hand to $max_his forehead, while Jay loudly sighs. "I meant his brother."<<else>>"Who?" Aidan asks but when he looks at me, it hits him. "Oh, uh, $brother_name?" "Wow, we have a real genius here," Jay speaks, rolling $jay_his eyes. Aiden, thankfully, ignores that:<</if>> "As much as I did. He was into it at first, probably to get on my good side or something. But then he wanted to end this." I am not sure I like the sound of it. "Anything else you want to tell us?" $maxwell asks. "No. Will you leave now?" "Depends. Do you want us to tell your father about our little convo?" Jay asks. "Uh, I'd really appreciate if you didn't- " "Good. Maybe, you even have a working brain cell somewhere there. Keep your mouth shut too, then." [[Next|Chapter 5]]

"Did we really just waste our time on that idiot?" Jay points out. "Why would that girl - Vanessa - even date him?" I sigh, getting into $maxwell's car after Jay. "But now what?" "I have a day off. We can hang out! Remember the sleepovers we used to have?" "Of course I do," I say, remembering them clearly. Movie marathons, awful popcorn time, horror game nights... pillow fights didn't go as well, though. I really miss those careless times... "We can always do it again." $maxwell clears $max_his throat to get our attention, but before $max_he could speak... "Hey, Max," Jay interrupts, "where are you going now?" "I am dropping you off." "I mean after," Jay says like it was obvious. After a brief pause, $maxwell answers: "Home." "Not back to work?" I ask. "No, not today." "Oh, you have a day off too?" "Something like that..." $maxwell sighs, but I don't notice the sudden awkwardness coming from $max_him, because all that talk makes me think about my work. I miss being able to actually do something; before all of that I used to freelance and, after I got my <<cycle "$major" autoselect>> <<option "major" "major">> <<option "art major" "art">> <<option "languages major" "languages">> <<option "IT major" "IT">> <</cycle>> because <<cycle "$education" autoselect>> <<option "that's what I wanted" "true">> <<option "my mother wanted me to go to college" "languages">> <</cycle>>. My thoughts are interrupted by Jay: "Anyway, that's great. We can all go with Max." "What?!" $maxwell and I ask in unison. "What do you mean, 'what'? I just want to know who I am working here with." "//You// are working with?" $maxwell says. <div class="choice">[["\"You can't just do it, Jay!\""|Chapter5-answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Actually, I wanna see your home!\""|Chapter5-answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Well, I do want to know you better.\""|Chapter5-answ3]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I agree with Jay, actually.\""|Chapter5-answ4]]</div>

<<set $sincere to $sincere + 3>>"You can't just do it, Jay!" I say, and then laugh nervously. "$maxwell, you don't have to." "I know, but, "$maxwell replies with a sigh, "fine. You win, Ryans." "Wait, really?" Jay asks, "I didn't actually expect you to say yes." "Then why did you ask?" $maxwell replies and Jay just smirks. [[Next|Chapter 5-1]]

<<set $outgoing to $outgoing + 4>><<set $warm to $warm + 1>>"Actually, I wanna see your home!" I say excited. "You want to... what?" $maxwell asks confused. "Yeah, what $max_he said," Jay adds, "because that's not exactly what I meant." "...And may I ask why do you want to come along then?" $maxwell asks Jay. "What? I'm interested! Uh, to know more about you, that is," I say awkwardly. $maxwell closes $max_his eyes, sighs once again and then finally says: "Fine." "Wait, really?" Jay asks, "I didn't actually expect you to say yes." "Then why did you ask?" $maxwell replies and Jay just smirks. [[Next|Chapter 5-1]]

<<set $cooperative to $cooperative + 2>>"Well, I do want to know you better, $maxwell." "I feel like I shouldn't be here right now," Jay says. "No, I meant- Ugh, whose side are you on?" "'Side'?" $maxwell says and then sighs in defeat, again. "Fine." "Wait, really?" Jay asks, "I didn't actually expect you to say yes." "Then why did you ask?" $maxwell replies and Jay just smirks. [[Next|Chapter 5-1]]<<set $cooperative to $cooperative + 2>>

<<set $cold to $cold + 1>><<set $strict to $strict + 2>>"You know, Jay might be right. I would also like to know who I am..." $maxwell seems not to like the implication of working with Jay, "... spending time with." "That's what you call it now?" Jay scoffs. After a brief pause, $maxwell just says: "Fine." "Wait, really?" Jay asks, "I didn't actually expect you to say yes." "Then why did you ask?" $maxwell replies and Jay just smirks. [[Next|Chapter 5-1]]

$maxwell's home is one of the houses which are between the two sides of the town: the poorer area and the richer one. When we go in, it looks nice and clean, but rather small and plain. There are not a lot of things in the living room too: only a coach, table with few chairs and an old TV. Even with an open kitchen it's not really much; and the only things that decorate this place are the photos on a shelf. "How... nice," Jay observes and says with obvious sarcasm. $maxwell glares at $jay_him. <div class="choice">[["Well, it is nice..."]]</div><div class="choice">[[Elbow Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Smirk at Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[["I actually like it."]]</div><div class="choice">[[I just roll my eyes.]]</div>

<<set $warm to $warm + 3>><<set $cooperative to $cooperative + 2>>"Well... it is a nice place..." I say awkwardly. Jay chuckles. "Thanks," $maxwell responds plainly. This is getting too awkward. Jay just shrugs and flops down on a coach. "Hey, are you going to feed us or?.." $maxwell squints at $jay_him. "Why is it always food with you?" "Uh, if it was 'food with me', I wouldn't have asked for it." "That's not what I meant," $maxwell says monotonously. <div class="choice">[["So how well you two know each other, exactly?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Are you guys... close?.."]]</div><div class="choice">[["How do you know that?"]]</div>

<<set $cold to $cold + 2>><<set $strict to $strict + 2>>I elbow Jay for that while $maxwell doesn't look. Jay mouths playfully holding $jay_his arm: "Ow, what?" I fix $jay_him with a gaze. "Are you two done?" $maxwell talks. //Oh, $max_he saw that.// Jay just shrugs and flops down on a coach. "Hey, are you going to feed us or?.." $maxwell squints at $jay_him. "Why is it always food with you?" "Uh, if it was 'food with me', I wouldn't have asked for it." "That's not what I meant," $maxwell says monotonously. <div class="choice">[["So how well you two know each other, exactly?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Are you guys... close?.."]]</div><div class="choice">[["How do you know that?"]]</div>

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 3>><<set $cold to $cold + 2>>I smirk at Jay. $jay_He is right, nothing I could do about it. I know we think about the same thing: //"Of course $maxwell's house would be like this."// Jay looks at me and snorts, then covers $jay_his mouth with $jay_his hand, and I can't stop but to start chuckling. $maxwell turns to us, $max_his face unamused. "Are you two done?" Jay just shrugs and flops down on a coach. "Hey, are you going to feed us or?.." $maxwell squints at $jay_him. "Why is it always food with you?" "Uh, if it was 'food with me', I wouldn't have asked for it." "That's not what I meant," $maxwell says monotonously. <div class="choice">[["So how well you two know each other, exactly?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Are you guys... close?.."]]</div><div class="choice">[["How do you know that?"]]</div>

<<set $warm to $warm + 2>><<set $sincere to $sincere + 3>>"Well, I actually like it!" There are no unnecessary things, it's pleasant to eyes, and you plenty of space. What's wrong with that? Both Jay and $maxwell look at me surprised. $maxwell's gaze turns suspicious first, but when $max_he sees I'm being genuine, $max_he smiles a little. "Wow. Okay," Jay mumbles and $maxwell's smile grows a bit. "Thanks, $name," $maxwell says. Jay just shrugs and flops down on a coach. "Hey, are you going to feed us or?.." $maxwell squints at $jay_him. "Why is it always food with you?" "Uh, if it was 'food with me', I wouldn't have asked for it." "That's not what I meant," $maxwell says monotonously. <div class="choice">[["So how well you two know each other, exactly?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Are you guys... close?.."]]</div><div class="choice">[["How do you know that?"]]</div>

<<set $quiet to $quiet + 3>><<set $strict to $strict + 2>><<set $cold to $cold + 1>>I just roll my eyes at Jay's words. $maxwell refuses to acknowledge it either. Jay just shrugs and flops down on a coach. "Hey, are you going to feed us or?.." $maxwell squints at $jay_him. "Why is it always food with you?" "Uh, if it was 'food with me', I wouldn't have asked for it." "That's not what I meant," $maxwell says monotonously. <div class="choice">[["So how well you two know each other, exactly?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Are you guys... close?.."]]</div><div class="choice">[["How do you know that?"]]</div>

"So how well you two know each other, exactly?" I ask. $maxwell and Jay look at each other. "Not //that// well," Jay says. "Not what you said yesterday," I notice. "I am more acquainted with $jay_his mother, than with $jay_him," $maxwell admits. "What?" Jay deadpans over $maxwell's words. "My mother was friends with her, I believe." I chuckle, "Seems like all parents know each other in this town." "Seems like it." "I see you still don't know," $maxwell notices and then tells Jay: "Go on, tell $them." "You... we are here to know more about Max, not me!" "$They should know who $they $are working with, don't you think?" $maxwell looks... smug, saying that. "Unbelievable," Jay mutters and gives up. "Okay, fine. So, uh, remember when I kinda got... detained?" "Uh-huh." "Annoyed the hell out of everyone," $maxwell adds. "Out of you specifically," Jay winks as $maxwell groans. "No, but really, I shouldn't even been there. It was a mistake." "And what really happened, then?" I ask again and Jay looks at $maxwell and sighs. "I... have a side job. For Asps. Just run errands for Robin: give someone this, bring them that." [["What?"|Chapter 5-2]]

"Are you guys... close?.." I ask a bit awkwardly. $maxwell and Jay look at each other. "I don't like how you said that," Jay utters. "We are not," $maxwell adds. "Okay, okay, fine, but... how do you know that?" "I see you still don't know," $maxwell notices and then tells Jay: "Go on, tell $them." "You... we are here to know more about Max, not me!" "$They should know who $they $are working with, don't you think?" $maxwell looks... smug, saying that. "Unbelievable," Jay mutters and gives up. "Okay, fine. So, uh, remember when I kinda got... detained?" "Uh-huh." "Annoyed the hell out of everyone," $maxwell adds. "Out of you specifically," Jay winks as $maxwell groans. "No, but really, I shouldn't even been there. It was a mistake." "And what really happened, then?" I ask again and Jay looks at $maxwell and sighs. "I... have a side job. For Asps. Just run errands for Robin: give someone this, bring them that." [["What?"|Chapter 5-2]]

"Wait, how do you know that?" I ask. I realize they know each other, but they've mentioned they aren't close. "I see you still don't know," $maxwell notices and then tells Jay: "Go on, tell $them." "You... we are here to know more about Max, not me!" "$They should know who $they $are working with, don't you think?" $maxwell looks... smug, saying that. "Unbelievable," Jay mutters and gives up. "Okay, fine. So, uh, remember when I kinda got... detained?" "Uh-huh." "Annoyed the hell out of everyone," $maxwell adds. "Out of you specifically," Jay winks as $maxwell groans. "No, but really, I shouldn't even been there. It was a mistake." "And what really happened, then?" I ask again and Jay looks at $maxwell and sighs. "I... have a side job. For Asps. Just run errands for Robin: give someone this, bring them that." [["What?"|Chapter 5-2]]

<<linkreplace "\"Why do they need you for this?\"">>"Why do they need you for this?" <<if $rob_he is "he">>"Not that easy to make an appointment with His Highness," Jay says mockingly, and giving it a few thoughts, adds: "Usually. So they needed someone to do this job, and since Robin already trusts me... here I am."<<else>>"Not that easy to make an appointment with Her Highness," Jay says mockingly, and giving it a few thoughts, adds: "Usually. So they needed someone to do this job, and since Robin already trusts me... here I am."<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"What kind of errands?\"">>"What kind of errands?" "Most times, it's just money Robin is owed. Most times," Jay answers.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"How did you get into this?\"">>I shake my head. "How did you get into this?" "I needed meds for my mother. Can you imagine that, they don't even provide a decent protection for //doctors//? Offered to work for the Asps instead of paying at first, but now she doesn't need that much, so Robin asked me to work for money $rob_himself. Probably just liked me that much. Can you blame $rob_him?" I ignore the question. Jay sighs. "It could be worse, we're just lucky that it's Robin who has been in charge back then already. If that has happened even //just// a year earlier..." $jay_He looks away for a second. "Nevermind."<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Does your mom know about it?\"">>"Does your mom know about it?" "I am still alive, aren't I?" Jay chuckles. I know $jay_he is joking, as I can't even imagine Olivia to be angry ever, but her being disappointed with you is probably ten times harsher.<</linkreplace>> <<choice [[I don't have any questions left besides one: "Why are you doing this?"]]>>

"Why are you doing this? You have a job." "You think I can make enough there?" Jay sighs. "I got it easy. I don't deal with drugs, or fights, or God knows what else." "Then what happened?" "Someone snitched. And lied. At least our hero sorted shit out," Jay answers sitting back and putting one leg over another. $maxwell fixes $jay_his with a look at this and says: "And you paid me by stealing my lunch." "Yeah, and it was shit. But also, I spent too much time there for nothing, I got hungry," Jay defends $jay_himself, but judging by $maxwell's smirk, $max_he is just teasing. "Oh, screw you!" Jay quickly stands up and looks for something to change the subject. $jay_He comes closer to the shelf with pictures on it. "Nice photos," Jay observes, picking one up, "Your family? Hm. Don't see the resemblance." "Don't touch it," $maxwell gets up and takes the photo from $jay_him. "Fine, fine," Jay raises $jay_his hands in defense. I come closer to them and $maxwell tells me: "You can help yourselves, if you want anything. Just don't touch any more photos," $maxwell adds, referring to Jay. "I *want* to see what's upstairs," Jay says and immediately goes up. $maxwell follows with a deep sigh while talking to me: "If you are hungry, there's something in the kitchen." <<linkreplace "Stay here for a while.">>I stand in the living room for a second and then go to the kitchen. I can see some protein bars, fruit and juice. Just picking what I want, I look inside of the fridge. Not much either, besides some meat and salads... There's literally nothing else, and I don't know why I've expected otherwise, considering that I've noticed it before.<</linkreplace>> <<choice [[Go after them.]]>>

I decide to go upstairs after them, wondering if they are fighting again already. I can hear their voices behind a half open door before I can see them. "I'm telling you, that's how it's supposed to go-- " "It's been like that for more than twenty years. I am not changing it." "Maybe you do need some change actually, Max." I come in the room and ask: "Is everything alright?" $maxwell turns to me, but Jay speaks before $max_he does: "Got bored there? Can't blame ya." "I need to make a call," $maxwell says. //Was $max_he just waiting until I come up so Jay wouldn't be left alone with $maxwell's things?// "If you need anything, I'll be in other room." As $maxwell leaves, I go closer to Jay. "What was that about?" "Nothing, really, just wanted to annoy $max_him a bit. It's fun, you should try it some time." I shake my head and look over the room. Brown walls, brown floor, perfectly made bed with dark sheets, only a few trinkets. The room doesn't seem used. I stay here for some time and listen to Jay making some comment about the room. <div class="choice">[[Stay with Jay.|Chapter5Jay]]</div><<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">><div class="choice">[[Go to Maxwell.|Chapter5Max]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[Go to Maxine.|Chapter5Max]]</div><</if>>

I sit on the bed and look at what Jay is doing. "Man, should have picked the other room," Jay talks. "What do you mean?" "It's a guest room, I guess," Jay says and then visibly looks weird out at $jay_his own wording. "At least as it is now. The other one is $max_his bedroom." "Why are you so interested in $maxwell's bedroom?" "Don't put it that way, geez. I just want to know how odd Max is. Or boring. Or both. Probably both." We sit in silence for entire thirty seconds, before Jay talks again: "Hey, uh... How do you feel? After Aiden's especially..." <div class="choice">[[I am not sure...|Chapter5Jay1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I know I need to be strong.|Chapter5Jay2]]</div><div class="choice">[[I don't even know how I was able to make it this far...|Chapter5Jay3]]</div>

It's been a while since $maxwell left, so I decide to look for $max_him. "I'll go check on $maxwell," I tell Jay. "What, want to actually go try it?" Jay chuckles. "Yeah, sure, I'll be here." $maxwell said $max_he was going to the other room on the floor. I knock on the door and it almost immediately opens. "Oh, you wanted something? I was already done." I open my mouth to speak, but when I notice $max_he has changed: now $max_he is wearing a white half unbuttoned shirt tucked into dark grey pants. I quickly collect myself and say: "No, nothing. Just checking," I say and $maxwell nods, letting me inside the room. It's a bedroom, //$max_his bedroom//, I think. It's as //minimalistic// as other rooms, but at least you could tell someone lives here. "Your room is nice," I say. "It's... bright." That's... not really what I wanted to say, but $maxwell interrupts my thoughts: "We didn't really get a chance to really talk. How are you holding up?" <div class="choice">[[I am not sure...|Chapter5Max1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I know I need to be strong.|Chapter5Max2]]</div><div class="choice">[[I don't even know how I was able to make it this far...|Chapter5Max3]]</div>

"I... am not sure," I realize. "I don't feel... good. Haven't in a while. But I know I have to keep going. For $brother_nickname." "Yeah, he... is a good kid. But you are not alone in this. You have me. And, uh, Max too, for the better or worse." "Thank you. I guess?" "Maybe you need a distraction. Not to think about it for a while, clear your mind and shit." "Like what?" "Like... Remember how we first met?" Jay says with a smile. <div class="choice">[["Of course I do."]]</div><div class="choice">[["And how exactly is that supposed to be a 'positive' memory?" I joke.]]</div><div class="choice">[["Why would I remember something like this?" I squint my eyes arrogantly at Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I am trying to remember, but I have nothing. It happened ages ago.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I had a crush on Jay for who knows how long - I wouldn't forget something that important even if I tried.]]</div>

"I need to be strong. I know it. I'll be fine when we find $brother_nickname... find out what happened to him, I mean..." "If I know anyone strong enough to go through all of that, it's you. But don't forget you are not alone," Jay smiles. "Thank you, Jay." "Maybe you need a distraction. Not to think about it for a while, clear your mind and shit." "Like what?" "Like... Remember how we first met?" Jay says with a smile. <div class="choice">[["Of course I do."]]</div><div class="choice">[["And how exactly is that supposed to be a 'positive' memory?" I joke.]]</div><div class="choice">[["Why would I remember something like this?" I squint my eyes arrogantly at Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I am trying to remember, but I have nothing. It happened ages ago.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I had a crush on Jay for who knows how long - I wouldn't forget something that important even if I tried.]]</div>

"I..." I just started talking and already can feel my eyes tearing up. As I take a deep breath, I feel rather than see Jay sit next to me, and say: "I don't even know how I was able to make it this far but... I know I need to keep going. For $brother_nickname." "Hey, it's all going to be okay. I can feel it." "Right... Thank you, Jay." "Maybe you need a distraction. Not to think about it for a while, clear your mind and shit." "Like what?" "Like... Remember how we first met?" Jay says with a smile. <div class="choice">[["Of course I do."]]</div><div class="choice">[["And how exactly is that supposed to be a 'positive' memory?" I joke.]]</div><div class="choice">[["Why would I remember something like this?" I squint my eyes arrogantly at Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I am trying to remember, but I have nothing. It happened ages ago.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I had a crush on Jay for who knows how long - I wouldn't forget something that important even if I tried.]]</div>

<<set $sincere to $sincere + 3>><<set $warm to $warm + 3>>"Of course I do," I answer. $jay_He scared off kids who were bullying my brother, when our grandmother had him play with other kids while they were waiting for me after my school day. He was always a laid back kid, that's even why his nickname stuck. We met when I was looking for $brother_nickname. I guess that's why $brother_nickname started practically worshipping Jay. Jay shakes $jay_his head and then softly looks at me: "When I saw you coming out, I knew you are going to be trouble." "I am sorry, 'I' am trouble?" "Yes," $jay_his voice suddenly quiet. "You." "You always got yourself into trouble, I had nothing to do with it!" "That's not- you know what," Jay smirks, "remember you got me in trouble with my dad?" I try to remember. The only thing that comes to my mind is us getting into a fight over something childish and him pushing me, which caused me to... <<if $james is "James">><div class="choice">[[snitch to his dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew his dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push him back which made us fight and drew his dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[snitch to her dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew her dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push her back which made us fight and drew her dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><</if>>

<<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 3>><<set $cold to $cold + 5>>"Why would I remember something like this?" I squint my eyes arrogantly at $jay_him. //Sometimes I just can't help it...// "Charming," Jay scoffs. But I do actually remember that day. $jay_He scared off kids who were bullying my brother, when our grandmother had him play with other kids while they were waiting for me after my school day. He was always a laid back kid, that's even why his nickname stuck. We met when I was looking for $brother_nickname. I guess that's why $brother_nickname started practically worshipping Jay. Jay shakes $jay_his head and then softly looks at me: "When I saw you coming out, I knew you are going to be trouble." "I am sorry, 'I' am trouble?" "Yes," $jay_his voice suddenly quiet. "You." "You always got yourself into trouble, I had nothing to do with it!" "That's not- you know what," Jay smirks, "remember you got me in trouble with my dad?" I try to remember. The only thing that comes to my mind is us getting into a fight over something childish and him pushing me, which caused me to... <<if $james is "James">><div class="choice">[[snitch to his dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew his dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push him back which made us fight and drew his dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[snitch to her dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew her dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push her back which made us fight and drew her dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><</if>>

"Really? We were waiting for you after school," Jay reminds me, "$brother_nickname was there, your grandma too." Oh, of course. $jay_He scared off kids who were bullying my brother, when our grandmother had him play with other kids while they were waiting for me after my school day. He was always a laid back kid, that's even why his nickname stuck. We met when I was looking for $brother_nickname. I guess that's why $brother_nickname started practically worshipping Jay. Jay shakes $jay_his head and then softly looks at me: "When I saw you coming out, I knew you are going to be trouble." "I am sorry, 'I' am trouble?" "Yes," $jay_his voice suddenly quiet. "You." "You always got yourself into trouble, I had nothing to do with it!" "That's not- you know what," Jay smirks, "remember you got me in trouble with my dad?" I try to remember. The only thing that comes to my mind is us getting into a fight over something childish and him pushing me, which caused me to... <<if $james is "James">><div class="choice">[[snitch to his dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew his dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push him back which made us fight and drew his dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[snitch to her dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew her dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push her back which made us fight and drew her dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><</if>>

<<set $warm to $warm + 1>><<set $relationshipjay to "crush">>I had a crush on Jay for who knows how long - I wouldn't forget something that important even if I tried. And now, seeing $jay_him again with me, only reminded me of that feelings. "$name?" "Oh, yes. Sorry," I say, trying not to seem too awkward, "of course I remember." $jay_He scared off kids who were bullying my brother, when our grandmother had him play with other kids while they were waiting for me after my school day. He was always a laid back kid, that's even why his nickname stuck. We met when I was looking for $brother_nickname. I guess that's why $brother_nickname started practically worshipping Jay. Jay shakes $jay_his head and then softly looks at me: "When I saw you coming out, I knew you are going to be trouble." "I am sorry, 'I' am trouble?" "Yes," $jay_his voice suddenly quiet. "You." "You always got yourself into trouble, I had nothing to do with it!" "That's not- you know what," Jay smirks, "remember you got me in trouble with my dad?" I try to remember. The only thing that comes to my mind is us getting into a fight over something childish and him pushing me, which caused me to... <<if $james is "James">><div class="choice">[[snitch to his dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew his dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push him back which made us fight and drew his dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[snitch to her dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew her dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push her back which made us fight and drew her dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><</if>>

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 4>><<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 2>><<set $cold to $cold + 2>>"And how exactly is that supposed to be a 'positive' memory?" I joke, making Jay laugh. "Wow! Truly the best friend." But I do actually remember that day. $jay_He scared off kids who were bullying my brother, when our grandmother had him play with other kids while they were waiting for me after my school day. He was always a laid back kid, that's even why his nickname stuck. We met when I was looking for $brother_nickname. I guess that's why $brother_nickname started practically worshipping Jay. Jay shakes $jay_his head and then softly looks at me: "When I saw you coming out, I knew you are going to be trouble." "I am sorry, 'I' am trouble?" "Yes," $jay_his voice suddenly quiet. "You." "You always got yourself into trouble, I had nothing to do with it!" "That's not- you know what," Jay smirks, "remember you got me in trouble with my dad?" I try to remember. The only thing that comes to my mind is us getting into a fight over something childish and him pushing me, which caused me to... <<if $james is "James">><div class="choice">[[snitch to his dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew his dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push him back which made us fight and drew his dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><<else>><div class="choice">[[snitch to her dad.|snitchanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[start crying, which drew her dad's attention.|cryanswjay]]</div><div class="choice">[[push her back which made us fight and drew her dad's attention.|pushanswjay]]</div><</if>>

<<set $strict to $strict + 1>><<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 1>>I remember running off to $jay_his dad. Boy, $jay_he got an earful for that... "//You// caused it. And that was so stupid," I finally say and make Jay laugh. "Yeah, it was. Can't even remember why that happened. But I didn't deserve to be grounded, you know," we both laugh. I don't really remember much of $jay_his dad. Jay kind of took after him; except he had lighter skin tone and hair. He was also always wearing a leather jacket, but that's all. "Okay, you know what? I'm sure we gave Max enough time," Jay speaks and [[goes towards the door|Chapter 5-3]].

<<set $warm to $warm + 1>>I remember Jay quickly backing off and trying to calm me down, apologizing, but $jay_his dad was already coming our way. "//You// caused it. And that was so stupid," I finally say and make Jay laugh. "Yeah, it was. Can't even remember why that happened. Deserved that earful I got from my dad, though." I laugh a bit. I don't really remember much of $jay_his dad. Jay kind of took after him; except he had lighter skin tone and hair. He was also always wearing a leather jacket, but that's all. "Okay, you know what? I'm sure we gave Max enough time," Jay speaks and [[goes towards the door|Chapter 5-3]].

<<set $cold to $cold + 1>>I remember pushing back. Actually, it didn't come to a real fight, as real as it could be with two dumb kids, because $jay_his dad immediately showed up. "//You// caused it. And that was so stupid," I finally say and make Jay laugh. "Yeah, it was. Can't even remember why that happened. But I didn't deserve to be grounded, you know!" We both laugh. I don't really remember much of $jay_his dad. Jay kind of took after him; except he had lighter skin tone and hair. He was also always wearing a leather jacket, but that's all. "Okay, you know what? I'm sure we gave Max enough time," Jay speaks and [[goes towards the door.|Chapter 5-3]].

"Hey, Max," Jay says loudly and opens $max_his bedroom door without any more announcing, "seriously, are you just hiding there?" <<if $quiet gt $outgoing and 7>>//'Just like from the loud kids, when their relatives are visiting,'// I think.<</if>>$maxwell sighs. "I said I needed to make a call." "And did you change into your fancy shirt while making a call?" Jay points out $maxwell's change of clothes. $maxwell ignores the comment. "I need to keep up with the cases." "Right. Because it will all fall apart without you." "I think it's already fallen apart..." $maxwell comments very quietly. Jay looks at $max_him with a weird expression but neither of us says anything. [[Next|Chapter 5-4]]

"I... am not sure," I realize. "I don't feel... good. Haven't in a while. But I know I have to keep going. For $brother_nickname." "I understand. I promise, I won't give up either." "Thank you." <<if $brother_nickname is "Tommy" or $brother_nickname is "Teddy" or $brother_nickname is "Noll">>After a few seconds of silence, I hear $maxwell's voice: "If you don't mind me asking, why do people call him $brother_nickname, and not just $brother_dim?" "Oh, that," I smiled. "It stuck from childhood. He was always a nice kid, so it suited him. He was always quiet and nice, always picked pastel-coloured things... Some things changed, some things stayed the same, but the nickname stuck."<<elseif $brother_nickname is "Javi" or "Ez" or "Ollie">>After few seconds of silence, I hear $maxwell's voice: "If you don't mind me asking, did he prefer to be called by his nickname? I have never heard people refer to him as his full name, come to think of it." "Oh, that," I smiled. "It stuck from childhood. He was always a nice kid, so it suited him more. He was always quiet and nice, always picked pastel-coloured things... Some things changed, some things stayed the same, but the nickname stuck."<<else>>After few seconds of silence, I hear $maxwell's voice: "How was he like? Your brother, I mean." I smiled. "He was always a nice kid. Quiet, too. Always picked pastel-coloured things..." I sigh. "Some things changed, some things stayed the same."<</if>> "What changed?" "He grew up?" I chuckle a little. "Or that's what he thought. He kind of became a rebel without a cause. I think he tried to copy Jay, too." "Really?" "Yeah, he really liked $jay_him. When we were kids, $jay_he was always scaring off the bullies." $maxwell nods and then asks: "You and $james have always been close friends, right?" "Well, we had a little fall out, but yes." I couldn't remember any other real friend besides $jay_him. "... Just friends?" "I'm sorry?" "I... sorry," $max_he looks away, "I've overstepped. That's not what I meant, but still." <div class="choice">[[We're just friends.]]</div><div class="choice">[["Why?" I smile. "Jealous?"]]</div><div class="choice">[[I used to have a crush on Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I have a crush on Jay...]]</div>

"I need to be strong. I know it. I'll be fine when we find $brother_nickname... find out what happened to him, I mean..." "You are. Strong, that is." "Thank you, $maxwell." <<if $brother_nickname is "Tommy" or $brother_nickname is "Teddy" or $brother_nickname is "Noll">>After a few seconds of silence, I hear $maxwell's voice: "If you don't mind me asking, why do people call him $brother_nickname, and not just $brother_dim?" "Oh, that," I smiled. "It stuck from childhood. He was always a nice kid, so it suited him. He was always quiet and nice, always picked pastel-coloured things... Some things changed, some things stayed the same, but the nickname stuck."<<elseif $brother_nickname is "Javi" or "Ez" or "Ollie">>After few seconds of silence, I hear $maxwell's voice: "If you don't mind me asking, did he prefer to be called by his nickname? I have never heard people refer to him as his full name, come to think of it." "Oh, that," I smiled. "It stuck from childhood. He was always a nice kid, so it suited him more. He was always quiet and nice, always picked pastel-coloured things... Some things changed, some things stayed the same, but the nickname stuck."<<else>>After few seconds of silence, I hear $maxwell's voice: "How was he like? Your brother, I mean." I smiled. "He was always a nice kid. Quiet, too. Always picked pastel-coloured things..." I sigh. "Some things changed, some things stayed the same."<</if>> "What changed?" "He grew up?" I chuckle a little. "Or that's what he thought. He kind of became a rebel without a cause. I think he tried to copy Jay, too." "Really?" "Yeah, he really liked $jay_him. When we were kids, $jay_he was always scaring off the bullies." $maxwell nods and then asks: "You and $james have always been close friends, right?" "Well, we had a little fall out, but yes." I couldn't remember any other real friend besides $jay_him. "... Just friends?" "I'm sorry?" "I... sorry," $max_he looks away, "I've overstepped. That's not what I meant, but still." <div class="choice">[[We're just friends.]]</div><div class="choice">[["Why?" I smile. "Jealous?"]]</div><div class="choice">[[I used to have a crush on Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I have a crush on Jay...]]</div>

"I..." I just started talking and already can feel my eyes tearing up. As I take a deep breath, I feel $maxwell's hand on my shoulder, and say: "I don't even know how I was able to make it this far but... I know I need to keep going. For $brother_nickname." "You are not going to be alone in this. I promise." "Thank you, $maxwell." <<if $brother_nickname is "Tommy" or $brother_nickname is "Teddy" or $brother_nickname is "Noll">>After a few seconds of silence, I hear $maxwell's voice: "If you don't mind me asking, why do people call him $brother_nickname, and not just $brother_dim?" "Oh, that," I smiled. "It stuck from childhood. He was always a nice kid, so it suited him. He was always quiet and nice, always picked pastel-coloured things... Some things changed, some things stayed the same, but the nickname stuck."<<elseif $brother_nickname is "Javi" or "Ez" or "Ollie">>After few seconds of silence, I hear $maxwell's voice: "If you don't mind me asking, did he prefer to be called by his nickname? I have never heard people refer to him as his full name, come to think of it." "Oh, that," I smiled. "It stuck from childhood. He was always a nice kid, so it suited him more. He was always quiet and nice, always picked pastel-coloured things... Some things changed, some things stayed the same, but the nickname stuck."<<else>>After few seconds of silence, I hear $maxwell's voice: "How was he like? Your brother, I mean." I smiled. "He was always a nice kid. Quiet, too. Always picked pastel-coloured things..." I sigh. "Some things changed, some things stayed the same."<</if>> "What changed?" "He grew up?" I chuckle a little. "Or that's what he thought. He kind of became a rebel without a cause. I think he tried to copy Jay, too." "Really?" "Yeah, he really liked $jay_him. When we were kids, $jay_he was always scaring off the bullies." $maxwell nods and then asks: "You and $james have always been close friends, right?" "Well, we had a little fall out, but yes." I couldn't remember any other real friend besides $jay_him. "... Just friends?" "I'm sorry?" "I... sorry," $max_he looks away, "I've overstepped. That's not what I meant, but still." <div class="choice">[[We're just friends.]]</div><div class="choice">[["Why?" I smile. "Jealous?"]]</div><div class="choice">[[I used to have a crush on Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I have a crush on Jay...]]</div>

<<set $sincere to $sincere + 3>>"Just friends," I smile. $max_He smiles a little too. $maxwell wants to say something else, but... At the same time, I suddenly realize what I wanted to say there. Warm. That was the word. It feels warm, not just bright. [[Next|Chapter 5-3]]

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 2>>"Why?" I give $max_him my most charming smile, "Jealous?" $maxwell looks right into my eyes for a few seconds and then sighs, smiling just a bit: "Don't do this to me, $name." "What?" "Don't play with me like that." "Sorry, sorry. But $james and I are just friends. Really." "I'm... glad to hear that." //'Of course you are,'// I think to myself with a smirk. $maxwell looks like $max_he just has realized what $max_he has said and wants to add something else, but... At the same time, I suddenly realize what I wanted to say there. Warm. That was the word. It feels warm, not just bright. [[Next|Chapter 5-3]]

<<set $sincere to $sincere + 3>>While we have always been just friends... I used to have a crush on $jay_him. I look away and $maxwell talks: "I... see." "No, no, we //are// just friends. Really." "But do you want something more?" "No," I say, looking at $maxwell. "Not anymore." $maxwell wants to say something else, but... At the same time, I suddenly realize what I wanted to say there. Warm. That was the word. It feels warm, not just bright. [[Next|Chapter 5-3]]

<<set $relationshipjay to "crush">>"I... well..." "You don't have to tell me anything," $maxwell says, "I apologize for prying." "It's okay, $maxwell," I say, thankful that $max_he understands. I know that how I feel //now// won't ruin anything with either of them, too. $maxwell wants to say something else, but... At the same time, I suddenly realize what I wanted to say there. Warm. That was the word. It feels warm, not just bright. [[Next|Chapter 5-3]]

$maxwell drives us back to my house. Jay turns on the radio that mostly plays punk rock, which, surprisingly, $maxwell almost completely ignores, but still doesn't seem to be the biggest fan of Jay treating $max_his car as $jay_his own, and I just groan at their bickering. When we arrive, we all get out of the car. "Ugh, next time I'm getting a ride from you to get here, so I don't have to get my car out of here again," Jay says. "Don't even think about it," $maxwell says, stopping mid track. I go to unlock the door, but I notice something at my door.... It's a paper?.. I pick it up. "STOP OR YOU ARE NEXT" I step back and stumble when I get to the end of the stairs. "$nickname?" <div class="choice">[[Max comforted me.|Chaptet5MaxEnd]]</div><div class="choice">[[Jay comforted me.|Chaptet5JayEnd]]</div><div class="choice">[[Try to calm yourself down.|Chaptet5End]]</div>

I step back to my left and when I feel I hit someone's chest, I turn around and find myself in $maxwell's arms. "Talk to me, $name. What's wrong?" I show $max_him a note. Jay comes closer to look at the paper. "Let's get inside," Jay says. [[Next|Chapter 6]]

I step back to my right and when I feel someone's hand on my back, I turn around and find myself in Jay's arms. "$nickname, hey, you alright? What just happened?" I show $jay_him a note. $maxwell comes closer to look at the paper. "We need to get $them inside," $maxwell says. [[Next|Chapter 6]]

I stay where I am, breathing in and out. In a few seconds - which seemed more than that for me - I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around with a note in my hand and look at $maxwell, standing right next to me, while Jay is trying to push $max_him to get to me too. [[I hand them a note.|Chapter 6]]

"What the hell," Jay's voice is full of anger. After $maxwell looked around the house and found no one, the three of us are in my living room. I am sitting on a couch trying to stop shaking, while $maxwell is standing near the closest table and Jay is near me. "I promise I'll find this f-- " $jay_he stops for a moment and looks at me. "God. $nickname, I am sorry..." I just nod as $jay_he runs $jay_his hand over mine in a quiet support. "So, what now?" Jay asks. "I'll take it," $maxwell answers, "but the chances are, it will lead nowhere. Whoever wrote this most probably didn't leave their fingerprints, and even if they did, us touching it would erase it. Shit..." "Great," Jay says to that, "Is checking the handwriting an option?" "Only if they have their handwriting already." "Great," Jay repeats. "Okay, fine. Think about it logically. Who else knows about what we are doing right now?" "A lot of people?" "Yes, but Aiden knows now that we know about drugs, right?" "You are not accusing the sheriff's son of that," $maxwell says. "And why not?" "That doesn't make any sense," I speak, and I don't even know what I mean myself. It's all a mess. They both look at me and go silent. After a moment of silence $maxwell suddenly asks: "Do you know how to defend yourself?" "What?" "If you were alone here, if they decided to attack you..." "$max_He is, for once, right," Jay adds with a sigh. "With all this shit going on... those guys yesterday, now ''that''." <div class="choice">[["\"Yes, I know how to defend myself, a little.\""|Chapter6FightYes]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"No, I don't know how...\""|Chapter6FightNo]]</div>

<<set $fight to "true">>$maxwell nods, "You'll need some practice, then. I can help you with that, if you want." "Well, me too," Jay says. "You too?" "Yeah? Don't tell me you are surprised with how I used to pick fights," Jay sighs. "Fine, Robin might have showed me a trick or two. So, my style is a bit different from Max's." "I know for sure, it's attack first, ask questions later," $maxwell answers. "Sometimes it's the only way," Jay speaks as he turns to me. "Look. If some creepy dude backs you into the corner what would you do?" $maxwell tilts $max_his head at this curiously too. I blink dumbly for a few times at the random question. "I would..." <div class="choice">[["Try to run away?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Kick that 'creepy dude' in the balls?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Uh, I don't know. Start yelling?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["I don't know- try to hit him with something? Stab him with my keys?"]]</div>

<<set $fight to "false">>$maxwell nods: "I can always teach you some self-defense." "Well, me too," Jay says. "You too?" "Yeah? Don't tell me you are surprised with how I used to pick fights," Jay sighs. "Fine, Robin might have showed me a trick or two. So, my style is a bit different from Max's." "I know for sure, it's attack first, ask questions later," $maxwell answers. "Sometimes it's the only way," Jay speaks as he turns to me. "Look. If some creepy dude backs you into the corner what would you do?" $maxwell tilts $max_his head at this curiously too. I blink dumbly for a few times at the random question. "I would..." <div class="choice">[["Try to run away?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Kick that 'creepy dude' in the balls?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Uh, I don't know. Start yelling?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["I don't know- try to hit him with something? Stab him with my keys?"]]</div>

"Try to run away?" But how?.. "I said 'backs into the corner'." "But it still //might// work. If you are faster and wearing comfortable clothes," adds $maxwell. "Yeah, you'd want $them to get into something //comfortable//, wouldn't you," Jay rolls $jay_his eyes. "What's that suppose to-" I clear my throat. "Right, anyway," $maxwell says, shaking $max_his head, "just give it a thought. We are not pushing you to do anything." I think for a moment and then it hits me: "Don't you two have anything else to do rather than babysit me?" I think I hear Jay mumbling: "Maybe I should get my paid leave already." "This is what I do," $maxwell points out. "Not 'babysitting' you, but to protect you." "Yeah, yeah, we get it," Jay rolls $jay_his eyes. Probably for the sake of not turning it into an argument, $maxwell ignores that and suggests: "Let's just go back to this note. I'll take it, as I said, but I am not sure about leaving you alone, especially this late." "Uh, hello? I am right here?" Jay points out, more with frustration rather than confusion. "I meant both of you," $maxwell says trying to hide an irritation in $max_his voice. Talking to them, and them just being here for me made me feel better. "It's okay," I utter. "I feel better now." "Still, we'll have..." "...A sleepover." Jay interrupts, finishing the sentence, even though something tells me that's not what $maxwell wanted to suggest. "Excuse me--" "You heard me. Sleepover! All three of us stay here to keep an eye, you know?" $maxwell sighs. "Only if you are sure, $Mr $surname. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." <div class="choice">[["You wouldn't make me uncomfortable by just being here."]]</div><div class="choice">[[I am not sure about this...]]</div><div class="choice">[["I'd love you to stay the night, actually."]]</div><div class="choice">[[I just love the idea of a sleepover!]]</div><div class="choice">[[I understand it's for our protection.]]</div>

"Since it's a 'creepy dude', I can just kick him in his balls?" That ''must'' at least help a little, right? Jay laughs: "Ha, that might work." $maxwell chuckles a little too: "That would require some practice too, though." <<if $maxwell is "Maxine" and $james is "Jamie">>"Yeah? Know someone who would volunteer for //that//?" Jay laughs.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxine" and $james is "James">>"Yeah, I am not volunteering for that," Jay laughs.<<else>>"Volunteering for //that//, Jones?" Jay smirks.<</if>> "Right, anyway," $maxwell says, ignoring Jay, "just give it a thought. We are not pushing you to do anything." I think for a moment and then it hits me: "Don't you two have anything else to do rather than babysit me?" I think I hear Jay mumbling: "Maybe I should get my paid leave already." "This is what I do," $maxwell points out. "Not 'babysitting' you, but to protect you." "Yeah, yeah, we get it," Jay rolls $jay_his eyes. Probably for the sake of not turning it into an argument, $maxwell ignores that and suggests: "Let's just go back to this note. I'll take it, as I said, but I am not sure about leaving you alone, especially this late." "Uh, hello? I am right here?" Jay points out, more with frustration rather than confusion. "I meant both of you," $maxwell says trying to hide an irritation in $max_his voice. Talking to them, and them just being here for me made me feel better. "It's okay," I utter. "I feel better now." "Still, we'll have..." "...A sleepover." Jay interrupts, finishing the sentence, even though something tells me that's not what $maxwell wanted to suggest. "Excuse me--" "You heard me. Sleepover! All three of us stay here to keep an eye, you know?" $maxwell sighs. "Only if you are sure, $Mr $surname. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." <div class="choice">[["You wouldn't make me uncomfortable by just being here."]]</div><div class="choice">[[I am not sure about this...]]</div><div class="choice">[["I'd love you to stay the night, actually."]]</div><div class="choice">[[I just love the idea of a sleepover!]]</div><div class="choice">[[I understand it's for our protection.]]</div>

"Uh, I don't know. Start yelling?" "Oh, yes," Jay says a bit mockingly, 'fire'." "That might not really help, depending on the place and people, unfortunately." "Anyway," $maxwell continuous, "just give it a thought. We are not pushing you to do anything." I think for a moment and then it hits me: "Don't you two have anything else to do rather than babysit me?" I think I hear Jay mumbling: "Maybe I should get my paid leave already." "This is what I do," $maxwell points out. "Not 'babysitting' you, but to protect you." "Yeah, yeah, we get it," Jay rolls $jay_his eyes. Probably for the sake of not turning it into an argument, $maxwell ignores that and suggests: "Let's just go back to this note. I'll take it, as I said, but I am not sure about leaving you alone, especially this late." "Uh, hello? I am right here?" Jay points out, more with frustration rather than confusion. "I meant both of you," $maxwell says trying to hide an irritation in $max_his voice. Talking to them, and them just being here for me made me feel better. "It's okay," I utter. "I feel better now." "Still, we'll have..." "...A sleepover." Jay interrupts, finishing the sentence, even though something tells me that's not what $maxwell wanted to suggest. "Excuse me--" "You heard me. Sleepover! All three of us stay here to keep an eye, you know?" $maxwell sighs. "Only if you are sure, $Mr $surname. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." <div class="choice">[["You wouldn't make me uncomfortable by just being here."]]</div><div class="choice">[[I am not sure about this...]]</div><div class="choice">[["I'd love you to stay the night, actually."]]</div><div class="choice">[[I just love the idea of a sleepover!]]</div><div class="choice">[[I understand it's for our protection.]]</div>

"I don't know- try to hit him with something? Stab him with my keys?" "You are going to get yourself killed," Jay sighs. "Without knowing exactly what you are doing, that most probably won't help you," $maxwell adds. "Try pepper spray." "Anyway," $maxwell says, "just give it a thought. We are not pushing you to do anything." I think for a moment and then it hits me: "Don't you two have anything else to do rather than babysit me?" I think I hear Jay mumbling: "Maybe I should get my paid leave already." "This is what I do," $maxwell points out. "Not 'babysitting' you, but to protect you." "Yeah, yeah, we get it," Jay rolls $jay_his eyes. Probably for the sake of not turning it into an argument, $maxwell ignores that and suggests: "Let's just go back to this note. I'll take it, as I said, but I am not sure about leaving you alone, especially this late." "Uh, hello? I am right here?" Jay points out, more with frustration rather than confusion. "I meant both of you," $maxwell says trying to hide an irritation in $max_his voice. Talking to them, and them just being here for me made me feel better. "It's okay," I utter. "I feel better now." "Still, we'll have..." "...A sleepover." Jay interrupts, finishing the sentence, even though something tells me that's not what $maxwell wanted to suggest. "Excuse me--" "You heard me. Sleepover! All three of us stay here to keep an eye, you know?" $maxwell sighs. "Only if you are sure, $Mr $surname. I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable." <div class="choice">[["You wouldn't make me uncomfortable by just being here."]]</div><div class="choice">[[I am not sure about this...]]</div><div class="choice">[["I'd love you to stay the night, actually."]]</div><div class="choice">[[I just love the idea of a sleepover!]]</div><div class="choice">[[I understand it's for our protection.]]</div>

<<set $warm to $warm + 1>><<set $forgiving to $forgiving + 3>>"You wouldn't make me uncomfortable by just being here," I say quietly. I notice that's not exactly what $maxwell expected to hear. "Thank you," $max_he says. "With that... decided, I guess," Jay says probably trying to remind us that $jay_he is still here, "do you have any boose?" $maxwell thinks for a little bit. "I'll call someone in the station to take this note." [[Next|Chapter 6-1]]

<<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 3>>It's not like I'm used to just letting someone I don't really know into my house to spend a night. "I..." I hesitate. "I understand," $maxwell says. "Don't you assign someone to protect those who's being threatened or something?" Jay interrupts. "That's not how it- Yeah, sure. But it's not our decision." I think about it. I don't want to endanger Jay's life too, so I agree. "Come on, $nickname," Jay says, "It will be fun." <<if $cold gt $warm>>I roll my eyes at that.<<elseif $sarcastic gt $sincere>>"Yeah, it better be," I say.<<else>>"...Sure."<</if>> "With that decided, do you have any boose?" Jay says. $maxwell thinks for a little bit. "I'll call someone in the station to take this note." [[Next|Chapter 6-1]]

<<set $sincere to $sincere + 3>>"I'd love you to stay the night, actually." "I, uh," $maxwell stares at me in surprise. "Thank you?.." Jay loudly laughs. "With that decided, do you have any boose?" Jay says. $maxwell thinks for a little bit. "I'll call someone in the station to take this note." [[Next|Chapter 6-1]]

<<set $cooperative to $cooperative + 3>>I understand it's mostly for out protection, especially with Jay staying here; I wouldn't want someone hurting $jay_him on my behalf, so I agree. "Come on, $nickname," Jay says, "It will be fun." <<if $cold gt $warm>>I roll my eyes at that.<<elseif $sarcastic gt $sincere>>"Yeah, it better be," I say.<<else>>"...Sure."<</if>> "With that decided, do you have any boose?" Jay says. $maxwell thinks for a little bit. "I'll call someone in the station to take this note." [[Next|Chapter 6-1]]

<<set $outgoing to $outgoing + 3>><<set $warm to $warm + 1>>"Please, stay! I love sleepovers!" I say. $maxwell looks a bit surprised, not expecting me to be excited after everything, but still answers as $max_his look softens in a subtle amusement: "I'll stay." "With that decided, do you have any boose?" Jay says. $maxwell thinks for a little bit. "I'll call someone in the station to take this note." [[Next|Chapter 6-1]]

Thankfully, we have enough rooms for everyone, but now we are all in my room. $maxwell awkwardly sits on an armchair, while I am sitting on my bed. <<if $james is "James">>Jay opens the door holding two bottles of wine. But most importantly, only wearing sweatpants I gave him and not wearing a shirt... I notice $maxwell rolling $max_his eyes, when Jay has walked in before.<<else>>Jay opens the door holding two bottles of wine. But most importantly, wearing very short pajama shorts and a tight t-shirt... Of course she had to pick this one.<</if>> Jay starts pouring us some wine. $maxwell politely refuses. <div class="choice">[[Don't drink.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Drink.]]</div>

"I better not..." "It's alright," Jay says. "Though I wouldn't suggest that if I knew I'd be the only one willing, but oh well." Jay started easy, but now consumes next drinks like it's water, which causes $maxwell to sit up straighter. "Seriously, Ryans? Go easy on that!" "Stop being such an ass, Max," Jay says. "We don't want you with an awful hangover tomorrow," I say. "... Good point. Uh, then we shouldn't leave that here, then. It's just so good!" "I am taking these," $maxwell says about what's left. <div class="choice">[[Keep an eye on Jay.|DontDrinkWJay]]</div><div class="choice">[[Go with Max.|DontDrinkWMax]]</div>

I take a glass from Jay's hands. We started slowly, but Jay consumes next drinks like it's water, and it makes me want to do the same. That causes $maxwell to sit up straighter in the chair: "Go easy on that, you two!" "Stop being such an ass, Max," Jays says. I giggle at that. "Let us have some fun." "You have to try it," I suggest, "It's just so good! I can't stop." "I am taking these," $maxwell says about what's left, "You clearly had enough. I can't deal with two drunk people and I don't want you two dying of hangover tomorrow." Jay groans. <div class="choice">[[Stay with Jay.|DrinkWJay]]</div><div class="choice">[[Go with Max.|DrinkWMax]]</div>

"I'll keep an eye on $jay_him," I say and $maxwell nods as $max_he leaves. "Oh, $nickname," Jay talks, "whatever would I do without you?" "Go to sleep, for example." "//Without you?//" Jay says, climbing on bed right next to me. "What if I don't want to?" <<if $relationshipjay is "crush">>//I feel my face burning up. //<</if>>"Jay, are you really that drunk already?" I smile a little. "We should just go to sleep." "How boring," says Jay, or tries to say through a yawn. "Sure, sure." "Aw, come on, don't say you've never thought of it." <div class="choice">[["Very funny," I say.|DontDrinkWJay1]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't admit your crush.|DontDrinkWJay2]]</div><div class="choice">[[I'd admit my crush, but not right now.|DontDrinkWJay3]]</div>

I want to stretch my legs too. "I'll come with you." "Fine," Jay mumbles and falls onto bed. "Don't want to deal with that?" $maxwell says, smiling a little. <div class="choice">[["Oh no, I don't."|DontDrinkWMax1]]</div><div class="choice">[["What if I wanted to spend more time with you?"|DontDrinkWMax2]]</div><div class="choice">[["Just let me show you where to put that."|DontDrinkWMax3]]</div>

"Very funny," I roll my eyes. Jay looks at me and then starts laughing: "Pfff, I know, thank you very much!" "We need to get some sleep," I say, ignoring Jay's nagging, "and I'm pretty sure I gave you other room." "Come on. We are friends, can't I sleep here? Neither of us has to be alone, you know..." <<nobr>> <<if $relationshipjay is "crush">>Sleep with Jay in the same room, the same bed?.. I hope I'll be able to take it... Being so close, I mean.<</if>> <</nobr>>"Fine. You better not move a lot in your sleep." "Same to you," Jay almost snorts laughing. $maxwell comes to check on them, just to find both of them asleep already. $max_He looks at the sight with soft eyes and leaves the room. [[Next|nightoverdontdrink]]

<<set $relationshipjay to "crush">>"I... No, I've..." "Oh. OH!" Jay's eyes light up. "Stop it," I protest, ignoring Jay's nagging, "It's late and I am tired. We all are. We need to get some sleep, and I'm pretty sure I gave you other room." "Come on. We are friends, can't I sleep here? Neither of us has to be alone, you know..." <<nobr>> <<if $relationshipjay is "crush">>Sleep with Jay in the same room, the same bed?.. I hope I'll be able to take it... Being so close, I mean.<</if>> <</nobr>>"Fine. You better not to move a lot in your sleep." "Same to you," Jay almost snorts laughing. $maxwell comes to check on them, just to find both of them asleep already. $max_He looks at the sight with soft eyes and leaves the room. [[Next|nightoverdontdrink]]

<<set $relationshipjay to "crush">>"Ask me again later. If you remember, that is." "Uh-huh... wait. What?!" "We need to get some sleep," I say, ignoring Jay's nagging, "and I'm pretty sure I gave you other room." "Come on. We are friends, can't I sleep here? Neither of us has to be alone, you know..." <<nobr>> <<if $relationshipjay is "crush">>Sleep with Jay in the same room, the same bed?.. I hope I'll be able to take it... Being so close, I mean.<</if>> <</nobr>>"Fine. You better not to move a lot in your sleep." "Same to you," Jay almost snorts laughing. $maxwell comes to check on them, just to find both of them asleep already. $max_He looks at the sight with soft eyes and leaves the room. [[Next|nightoverdontdrink]]

"Oh no, I don't," I say, smiling a bit myself. $maxwell //chuckles// at that. "Wonder why." "I'm an awful friend, I know." $maxwell stops. "No, no you are not." "I just-" "It's okay to feel tired and overwhelmed sometimes. You are going through a lot, after all." "I know, $maxwell, that's..." I sigh. "Nevermind." I show $max_him where to put the bottle, and as $max_he does so, we stay in silence for some time, until I break it: "Are you tired?" "A little bit. Why?" "It's a nice night. Despite everything, I mean. Want to go sit with me in a backyard?" "I am not sure about it... What if-- " "You'll be with me. Please?" $maxwell gives up. We go outside and I am stunned by the night sky. You don't usually see many stars from here, and not at this time of the year, but tonight... it was full of them, embellished with a full moon. We sit next to each other and sit in silence, watching the sky, before it got too late and cold. [[Next|nightoverdontdrink]]

"What if I wanted to spend more time with you?" "I... would find it very flattering," $maxwell says a bit quieter. "Good," I reply with a smirk. We look at each other for a few moments, before $maxwell breaks eye contact, //a little too soon,// and keeps going. I show $max_him where to put the bottle, and as $max_he does so, we stay in silence for some time, until I break it: "Are you tired?" "A little bit. Why?" "It's a nice night. Despite everything, I mean. Want to go sit with me in a backyard?" "I am not sure about it... What if- " "You'll be with me. Please?" $maxwell gives up. We go outside and I am stunned by the night sky. You don't usually see many stars from here, and not at this time of the year, but tonight... it was full of them, embellished with a full moon. We sit next to each other and sit in silence, watching the sky, before it got too late and cold. [[Next|nightoverdontdrink]]

<<set $cold to $cold + 2>><<set $strict to $strict + 2>>"Just let me show you where to put that," I nod at the bottle, after rolling my eyes. I show $max_him where to put the bottle, and as $max_he does so, we stay in silence for some time, until I break it: "Are you tired?" "A little bit. Why?" "It's a nice night. Despite everything, I mean. Want to go sit with me in a backyard?" "I am not sure about it... What if- " "You'll be with me. Please?" $maxwell gives up. We go outside and I am stunned by the night sky. You don't usually see many stars from here, and not at this time of the year, but tonight... it was full of them, embellished with a full moon. We sit next to each other and sit in silence, watching the sky, before it got too late and cold. [[Next|nightoverdontdrink]]

I wake up actually rested, for once. Maybe not //well// rested, but I definitely feel better than usual... I hear a loud groan right next to me. "God, I feel like shit," Jay says. "How strong was that stuff?" <<if $sarcastic gt $sincere>>"Too strong for you to handle?" I ask sarcastically.<</if>> "Can you even get up?" "Why are you so loud..." "I just--" "Stop." <div class="choice">[[Don't say anything.|dont drink 2]]</div><div class="choice">[[Repeat it a bit louder.|dont drink 3]]</div>

"Don't do anything stupid," $maxwell says, stepping out of the room. "Please." "We can just finish those," I say looking at our glasses, when $maxwell leaves. "Nice!" Jay says loudly. "This shit is so good. Where did you get it?" "Someone gave it to my parents as a gift, I think." "Probably for the best that Max took it. I wouldn't be able to stop drinking it. But I am sure we still can have a good time." "Like what?" "Oh... you know..." Jay smirks. <div class="choice">[["What, like a pillow fight?"|DrinkWJay1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I feel my face burning up at this. Is Jay suggesting what I am thinkшng about...|DrinkWJay2]]</div><div class="choice">[["Please, I'm too tired for... whatever you are suggesting."|DrinkWJay3]]</div>

"Oh, come ooon," I say, following $maxwell, "we were just having fun." "I know, and I am not trying to deny it from you but... That amount will kill you two," $maxwell says the last part a little less serious for it to be the truth... But probably nor too far from it. "Worrywart," I snort. $maxwell suddenly stops. "I'm sorry?" "You worry too much!" "How could I not?" <div class="choice">[["Maybe... I can help you to relax?"|DrinkWMax1]]</div><div class="choice">[["You need to relax. At least for a moment."|DrinkWMax2]]</div><div class="choice">[["I... understand."|DrinkWMax3]]</div><div class="choice">[["Come on, just chill for once!"|DrinkWMax3-1]]</div>

"What, like a pillo--" I try to say, but Jay yells: "Take that!" And hits my face with a pillow. "Oh my God, Jay, what the-- " "I'm joking, I'm joking!" Jay laughs. "You just started saying it, so I had to." Oh, is it so? I take a pillow and hit $jay_him back with it, while $jay_he is distracted by laughing at me. "Ouch, $name, really? Are we ten?" "You started it!" I laugh. "Ugh, my head is already killing me," Jay comments. "Thanks for that, by the way." "How's that my fault?!" "I'd love to argue, but not now," Jay groans, falling on bed. I follow. <<if $relationshipjay is "crush">>I take a look at $jay_him while lying next. A big mistake from my part. I can't look away now - I look at how $jay_his hair fell on $jay_his face and fight an urge to move it behind Jay's ear. Then my eyes fall on $jay_his lips and... Jay's eyes suddenly falter, and then slowly focus on me: "Ugh, I knew you were staring! Close your eyes, I want to sleep!" "I wasn't staring!.." Jay yawns and closes eyes again, saying half-asleep: "Stop messing with me..." I want to know what does $jay_he mean, but fall asleep myself.<</if>> $maxwell comes to check on them, just to find both of them asleep already. $max_He looks at the sight with soft eyes and leaves the room. [[Next|nightover-drink]]

<<set $relationshipjay to "crush">> I feel my face burning up at this. Is Jay suggesting what I think $jay_he is suggesting? //Because I wouldn't mind.// "Hey," Jay calls out. "What are you thinking about?" "Uh. Nothing! Nothing. Just wondering..." Jay climbs closer to me. "Yes?" "Well... about what are you suggesting..." "And what do you think I am suggesting?" "I..." I can't talk. Jay takes my chin with $jay_his hand and turns my head towards $jay_him. "Is it... what you wa--" We both jolt back at the door creaking. "Sorry, I was just checking on you two," $maxwell says, stepping in. "I didn't interrupt anything, did I?" Before Jay could answer, or maybe kill $max_him, I say: "No, no. We were just, uh, preparing for sleep." "Yeah, that's it," Jay says, lying back on bed. "You can leave now, you know." $maxwell rolls $max_his eyes and, stepping out of the room, says: "Goodnight, you two." After the door closes, Jay turns back to me: "So... where were we?" //Am I that drunk already or?..// But then $jay_he moves back. "I drank too much. Sorry, I shouldn't have..." "It's... fine," I breathe out. Jay lies down on $jay_his back and we just... are there, together, in silence. I try not to look at $jay_him, otherwise I might just go mad. [[Next|nightover-drink]]

"Please, I'm too tired for... whatever you are suggesting." "I wonder what you think I was suggesting," Jay chuckles. "But fine. We should just go to sleep, I guess." $maxwell comes to check on them, just to find both of them asleep already. $max_He looks at the sight with soft eyes and leaves the room. [[Next|nightover-drink]]

I try to sit up on the bed, but my head hurts too much when I try to move it. "Ugh," I hear from the other side of the bed. "That stuff was strong." <<if $sarcastic gt $sincere>>"Too strong for you to handle?" "Shut up, like you have it better."<<else>>"How are you feeling?" I ask. "Oh, fantastic, can't you tell?"<</if>> I hear the knock on the door. "Come in," I say, but it sounds more like a groan. $maxwell comes inside, holding two glasses and asks, smirking a little: "How are you two doing?" "Why are you so loud..." As for me, I feel... <div class="choice">[[Actually, not that bad. I handle alcohol well.|nightover-drink1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I want to die.\""|nightover-drink2]]</div>

"Maybe... I can help you to relax?" I ask, looking at Max through my eyelashes. "I- Are you saying what I-" $max_he shakes $max_his head. "You are drunk." "Not that much." "$Mr $surname, please..." I step closer and take $max_his collar, only lightly tugging on it, but Max just won't go. $max_He brings $max_his hand to my hands and gently pulls them down, saying: "Don't. Please." I step back suddenly feeling very tired. "$name?" "Ah, sorry. I just suddenly felt even more exhausted for a moment..." [[Next|DrinkWMax4]]

"You need to relax, at least for a moment." "I will. But only when this is over, not now." Does $max_he think I am being irresponsible? "I know what you mean," I say a bit harshly. Not the time to get emotional... Damn that wine. "Of course, I didn't mean... You should be able to relax, to have fun. But this is my job." "And this is my life." $maxwell looks at me with a soft gaze. "And I wouldn't want you to let it go by. That's not what I meant at all." I stop. "You know, you really should take your own advice sometimes." I want to say something else but then I feel a bit weak in my knees. Literally. "$name?" "Ah, sorry. I just suddenly felt even more exhausted for a moment..." [[Next|DrinkWMax4]]

"I... understand," is all I can say. "Thank you. It's good for you being able to have fun sometimes, though," $maxwell says, and adds when $max_he looks at me: "But for now, you should go rest." I feel like this words reminded me of how tired I actually am. "$name?" "Ah, sorry. I just suddenly felt even more exhausted for a moment..." [[Next|DrinkWMax4]]

<<if $height is "short" or $height is "average">>I don't even remember what happened next, but now I'm in my bed again. //How did I even get here?// Did $maxwell carry me here? How strong is $max_he exactly? That's... It's... too hard to think when you are having an awful hangover, that what it is.<<else>>I don't even remember what happened next, but now I'm in a bed again. //How did I even get here?// Did $maxwell- No. I mean, $max_he is strong, but that is... It's... too hard to think when you are having an awful hangover, that what it is.<</if>> [[Next|nightover-drink]]

I decide not to say anything, and we hear a knock on the door. "Come in," I say. $maxwell comes inside, holding two glasses and asks, smirking a little: "So, how's your head?" "Oh, f-," Jay starts but is interrupted as $maxwell pushes Jay's glass a bit too quickly that stops $jay_him. I take the one that's intended for me and at my silent questions $maxwell says: "Brought it just in case you'll be thirsty." "Yeah, bet $they $are." "Thank you," I say, ignoring Jay. [[Next|DontDrinkMorning]]

"I SAID CAN YOU EVEN-" Jay loudly groans. "I am so going to kill you- " The knock on the door interrupt $jay_him and my laughter. "Come in," I say. $maxwell comes inside, holding two glasses and asks, smirking a little: "So, how's your head?" "Oh, f-," Jay starts but is interrupted as $maxwell pushes Jay's glass a bit too quickly that stops $jay_him. I take the one that's intended for me and at my silent questions $maxwell says: "Brought it just in case you'll be thirsty." "Yeah, bet $they $are." "Thank you," I say, ignoring Jay. [[Next|DontDrinkMorning]]

"Not that bad, actually," I say. I can handle alcohol quite well. "I hate you," Jay says, holding $jay_his forehead with a hand. $maxwell chuckles a bit. "Here, drink it, you two," $maxwell says, handing glasses over. "What is that?" Jay asks. "You want to poison us?" I just know $maxwell wants to roll $max_his eyes. "Yes, you got me. Just drink the water, will you?" [[Next|DrinkMorning]]

"I. Want. To. Die." "That makes two of us," Jay groans. $maxwell chuckles a bit. "Here, drink it, you two," $maxwell says, handing glasses over. "What is that?" Jay asks. "You want to poison us?" I just know $maxwell wants to roll $max_his eyes. "Yes, you got me. Just drink the water, will you?" [[Next|DrinkMorning]]

I get up and get ready. <<if $style is "elegant">>Even though I try to quickly pick something pretty and very expensive to wear; I take my time with that, before coming down to the kitchen.<<elseif $style is "formal">>I carefully pick a perfectly ironed and decently priced outfit, even though it takes some time, before coming down to the kitchen.<<elseif $style is "casual">>I quickly pick something from my wardrobe, before coming down to the kitchen.<<elseif $style is "comfortable">>I look into my wardrobe and pick up something comfortable but not very warm for today, before coming down to the kitchen.<</if>> I see $maxwell reading something, and notice an already made breakfast. "Did you make us breakfast?" "Oh, morning. Again, I mean," $maxwell looks at me and says with some unexpected awkwardness in $max_his tone. "Yes, I did. I hope you don't mind I used your kitchen." <<if $cooperative gte 12>>"Of course I don't mind! But I'd love to help next time." "I'll keep that in mind," $max_he says gently. <<elseif $sarcastic gte 11>>"Ah yes, because I'd hate to come down to a warm meal." $maxwell just sighs at this and gives me a look.<<elseif $warm gte 8>>"$maxwell, are you kidding? I could just hug you for this!" "I assure you, just a 'thank you' would suffice," $maxwell says with a faint smile<<else>>"Of course I don't mind. Thank you, $maxwell."<</if>> "When you were in the bathroom, Jay told me what you prefer." I look at the <<cycle "$drink" autoselect>> <<option "cup of tea, made exactly how I like" "tea">> <<option "cup of coffee, made almost exactly how I like" "coffee">> <<option "glass of my favourite juice" "juice">> <</cycle>>. I sit down and pull a plate closer to me. While I eat, I ask: "What are you reading?" "Just the news," $maxwell says. "...Haven't you notice something weird?" "Like what?" "When something..." $maxwell stops, choosing next words carefully, "big happens, journalists usually want a piece of the story. Especially in small towns with not many of them and not many loud cases..." I slowly lower my drink. "I shouldn't have-" "What are you saying, exactly?" I ask, looking right in $maxwell's eyes. $maxwell looks right back at me. While I can't read $max_his emotion, I know it's not hostile. "When I first properly met you, I thought it was some journalist nagging me again; and when I found out that you weren't one, it made me realize that in fact there wasn't anyone trying to dig into it anymore. There were some of them writing the story and asking questions, but come to think of it... No one was trying to look into it anymore, or sell a story, like I would assume. The one who actually was, gave up rather quickly. Maybe I am wrong and it might be... normal, but I think there might be a reason why they are not digging," $max_he says. I don't say anything for a while. "What reason could that be?" "I don't know. I really don't." Before I could think of an answer, Jay comes in and loudly announces $jay_his appearance by saying: "Wow, that smells so good, I almost forgot about a headache!" $jay_he pauses. "Why do you two look so gloomy?" [[Next|DontDrinkMorning2]]

I get up and get ready. <<if $style is "elegant">>Even though I try to quickly pick something pretty and very expensive to wear; I take my time with that, before coming down to the kitchen.<<elseif $style is "formal">>I carefully pick a perfectly ironed and decently priced outfit, even though it takes some time, before coming down to the kitchen.<<elseif $style is "casual">>I quickly pick something from my wardrobe, before coming down to the kitchen.<<elseif $style is "comfortable">>I look into my wardrobe and pick up something comfortable but not very warm for today, before coming down to the kitchen.<</if>> I see $maxwell reading something, and notice an already made breakfast. "Did you make us breakfast?" "Oh, morning. Again, I mean," $maxwell looks at me and says with some unexpected awkwardness in $max_his tone. "Yes, I did. I hope you don't mind I used your kitchen." <<if $cooperative gte 13>>"Of course I don't mind! But I'd love to help next time." "I'll keep that in mind," $max_he says gently. <<elseif $sarcastic gte 11>>"Ah yes, because I'd hate to come down to a warm meal." $maxwell just sighs at this and gives me a look.<<elseif $warm gte 8>>"$maxwell, are you kidding? I could just hug you for this!" "I assure you, just a 'thank you' would suffice," $maxwell says with a faint smile<<else>>"Of course I don't mind. Thank you, $maxwell."<</if>> "When you were in the bathroom, Jay told me what you prefer." I look at the <<cycle "$drink" autoselect>> <<option "cup of tea, made exactly how I like" "tea">> <<option "cup of coffee, made almost exactly how I like" "coffee">> <<option "glass of my favourite juice" "juice">> <</cycle>>. I sit down and pull a plate closer to me. While I eat, I ask: "What are you reading?" "Just the news," $maxwell says. "...Haven't you notice something weird?" "Like what?" "When something..." $maxwell stops, choosing next words carefully, "big happens, journalists usually want a piece of the story. Especially in small towns with not many of them and not many loud cases..." I slowly lower my drink. "I shouldn't have-" "What are you saying, exactly?" I ask, looking right in $maxwell's eyes. $maxwell looks right back at me. While I can't read $max_his emotion, I know it's not hostile. "When I first properly met you, I thought it was some journalist nagging me again; and when I found out that you weren't one, it made me realize that in fact there wasn't anyone trying to dig into it anymore. There were some of them writing the story and asking questions, but come to think of it... No one was trying to look into it anymore, or sell a story, like I would assume. The one who actually was, gave up rather quickly. Maybe I am wrong and it might be... normal, but I think there might be a reason why they are not digging," $max_he says. I don't say anything for a while. "What reason could that be?" "I don't know. I really don't." Before I could think of an answer, Jay comes in and loudly announces $jay_his appearance by saying: "Wow, that smells so good, I almost forgot about a headache!" $jay_he pauses. "Why do you two look so gloomy?" [[Next|DrinkMorning2]]

Even while cleaning up, in which $maxwell was the only help and with Jay lying on the coach saying something about 'not being able to help because of a hangover', Jay denied us moment of peace by nagging $maxwell: "So, you are going back to work today, right?" "Aren't you?" $maxwell mumbles. "I have a day off." "Didn't you have a day off yesterday?" "Uh, yeah, I get two days off?" Jay says. "Right," $maxwell shakes $max_his head. "So, you'll stay?" I ask Jay. "No, I won't. Robin knows when I don't work, so $rob_he might call me, anyway." I know that Jay is just dying to say how Robin was right, but $jay_he doesn't. "So, going back to what //I// wanted to say: are you telling the sheriff whatever his name is about yesterday?" "Of course I am," $maxwell says rubbing $max_his eyes. "And then what? He fires you because you didn't listen to him?" $maxwell puts the last cup away and turns away from the counter, but doesn't get to talk: "Just making sure. Also," Jay says, "that didn't exactly help us with $brother_nickname." I shake my head: "If he got mixed in all of that, and we found out where the drugs really come from... Then, maybe..." "Yeah, maybe, but what about the note?" "They are still working on it," $maxwell says. "And I am still thinking about it. Is it about $brother_nickname? Drugs? //Both,// if we are right? If so, why $them, out of all of us?" "You think someone would threaten a deputy or a gang member?" "I am not a- you know what, forget it. Why bother at all then, we are with $name, anyway." "Then let's hope someone just did something very rush," $maxwell responds. "And not going to act on it." We sit in silence for a few moments after that. I can hear the clock in living room ticking and birds singing outside, but all of that just makes my skin crawl. Jay, finally, breaks the silence: "So, when are you leaving already, anyway?" $maxwell wants to speak up, but it seems that $max_he ends up saying something else: "Me staying here was your idea" "So what, we have to be with you 24/7?" "I didn't say that, though if we both need to leave..." They are looking at me. <div class="choice">[["\"Why, you don't want to give us a tour at the station?\""|DontDrinkM1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I can hang out with Jay.\""|DontDrinkM2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"You both have things to do, I understand.\""|DontDrinkM3]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I don't need constant supervision.\""|DontDrinkM4]]</div>

Even while cleaning up, in which $maxwell was the only help and with Jay lying on the coach saying something about 'not being able to help because of a hangover', Jay denied us moment of peace by nagging $maxwell: "So, you are going back to work today, right?" "Aren't you?" $maxwell mumbles. "I have a day off." "Didn't you have a day off yesterday?" "Uh, yeah, I get two days off?" Jay says. "Right," $maxwell shakes $max_his head. "So, you'll stay?" I ask Jay. "No, I won't. Robin knows when I don't work, so $rob_he might call me, anyway." I know that Jay is just dying to say how Robin was right, but $jay_he doesn't. "So, going back to what //I// wanted to say: are you telling the sheriff whatever his name about yesterday?" "Of course I am," $maxwell says rubbing $max_his eyes. "And then what? He fires you because you didn't listen to him?" $maxwell puts the last cup away and turns away from the counter, but doesn't get to talk: "Just making sure. Also," Jay says, "that didn't exactly help us with $brother_nickname." I shake my head: "If he got mixed in all of that, and we found out where the drugs really come from... Then, maybe..." "Yeah, maybe, but what about the note?" "They are still working on it," $maxwell says. "And I am still thinking about it. Is it about $brother_nickname? Drugs? //Both,// if we are right? If so, why $them, out of all of us?" "You think someone would threaten a deputy or a gang member?" "I am not a- you know what, forget it. Why bother at all then, we are with $name, anyway." "Then let's hope someone just did something very rush," $maxwell responds. "And not going to act on it." We sit in silence for a few moments after that. I can hear the clock in living room ticking and birds singing outside, but all of that just makes my skin crawl. Jay, finally, breaks the silence: "So, when are you leaving already, anyway?" $maxwell wants to speak up, but it seems that $max_he ends up saying something else: "Me staying here was your idea!" "So what, we have to be with you 24/7?" "I didn't say that, though if we both need to leave..." They are looking at me. <div class="choice">[["\"Why, you don't want to give us a tour at the station?\""|DrinkM1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I can hang out with Jay.\""|DrinkM2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"You both have things to do, I understand.\""|DrinkM3]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I don't need constant supervision.\""|DrinkM4]]</div>

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 3>>"Why, you don't want to give us a tour at the station?" "No," $maxwell answers to my joke a bit too serious, which makes Jay and I chuckle. "Do you have anyone to be here with you?" "No, not really," I say. "How about I drop you off my house? You'll be with my mom, while I take care of my things," Jay says. $maxwell looks at Jay for a few seconds and speaks up: "How are you planning on going home?" "I drive?" "You're hungover." "Hungover," Jay points out. "Not drunk." $maxwell turns to Jay and gives $jay_him a look. <div class="choice">[["\"I can drive.\""|DontDrLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I can't drive, so...|DDrLast]]</div>

<<set $outgoing to $outgoing + 3>>"You need to get back to work, I get it," I say. "Sure, get back to... whatever $max_he does at $max_his job." Jay says, and I know $jay_he is being generous with $jay_his words because of me. "If you haven't noticed, what I am //doing// is working on this case," $maxwell answers. "And I can hang out with Jay, since it's $jay_his day off," I say casually. "Oh, that," Jay replies, rubbing the back of $jay_his neck, "I really have something to take care of first..." "Do you have anyone to be here with you?" $maxwell asks. "No, not really," I say. "How about I drop you off my house? You'll be with my mom, while I take care of my things," Jay says. $maxwell looks at Jay for a few seconds and speaks up: "How are you planning on going home?" "I drive?" "You're hungover." "Hungover," Jay points out. "Not drunk." $maxwell turns to Jay and gives $jay_him a look. <div class="choice">[["\"I can drive.\""|DontDrLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I can't drive, so...|DDrLast]]</div>

<<set $forgiving to $forgiving + 3>>"You both have things to do. I'll be fine on my own for some time, you know." "Still. Do you have anyone to be here with you?" $maxwell asks. "No, not really," I say. "How about I drop you off my house? You'll be with my mom, while I take care of my things," Jay says. $maxwell looks at Jay for a few seconds and speaks up: "How are you planning on going home?" "I drive?" "You're hungover." "Hungover," Jay points out. "Not drunk." $maxwell turns to Jay and gives $jay_him a look. <div class="choice">[["\"I can drive.\""|DontDrLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I can't drive, so...|DDrLast]]</div>

<<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 3>>"I am not made of glass and I ''don't'' need constant supervision," I say. Jay chuckles and I swear I just saw $maxwell smile a bit. "I am not saying you aren't capable," $maxwell says, and I feel it's genuine. "But you have to understand, you might be in danger. Please don't take this lightly." "I don't, but I'll manage for some time without you two." I did before. "Still. Do you have anyone to be here with you?" $maxwell asks. "No, not really," I say. "How about I drop you off my house? You'll be with my mom, while I take care of my things," Jay says. $maxwell looks at Jay for a few seconds and speaks up: "How are you planning on going home?" "I drive?" "You're hungover." "Hungover," Jay points out. "Not drunk." $maxwell turns to Jay and gives $jay_him a look. <div class="choice">[["\"I can drive.\""|DontDrLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I can't drive, so...|DDrLast]]</div>

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 3>>"Why, you don't want to give us a tour at the station?" "No," $maxwell answers to my joke a bit too serious, which makes Jay and I chuckle. "Do you have anyone to be here with you?" "No, not really," I say. "How about I drop you off my house? You'll be with my mom, while I take care of my things," Jay says. $maxwell looks at Jay for a few seconds and speaks up: "How are you planning on going home?" "I drive?" "You're hungover." "Hungover," Jay points out. "Not drunk." $maxwell turns to Jay and gives $jay_him a look. <div class="choice">[["\"I can drive.\""|DrLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I can't drive, so...|DDrLast]]</div>

<<set $outgoing to $outgoing + 3>>"You need to get back to work, I get it," I say. "Sure, get back to... whatever $max_he does at $max_his job." Jay says, and I know $jay_he is being generous with $jay_his words because of me. "If you haven't noticed, what I am //doing// is working on this case," $maxwell answers. "And I can hang out with Jay, since it's $jay_his day off," I say casually. "Oh, that," Jay replies, rubbing the back of $jay_his neck, "I really have something to take care of first..." "Do you have anyone to be here with you?" $maxwell asks. "No, not really," I say. "How about I drop you off my house? You'll be with my mom, while I take care of my things," Jay says. $maxwell looks at Jay for a few seconds and speaks up: "How are you planning on going home?" "I drive?" "You're hungover." "Hungover," Jay points out. "Not drunk." $maxwell turns to Jay and gives $jay_him a look. <div class="choice">[["\"I can drive.\""|DrLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I can't drive, so...|DDrLast]]</div>

<<set $forgiving to $forgiving + 3>>"You both have things to do. I'll be fine on my own for some time, you know." "Still. Do you have anyone to be here with you?" $maxwell asks. "No, not really," I say. "How about I drop you off my house? You'll be with my mom, while I take care of my things," Jay says. $maxwell looks at Jay for a few seconds and speaks up: "How are you planning on going home?" "I drive?" "You're hungover." "Hungover," Jay points out. "Not drunk." $maxwell turns to Jay and gives $jay_him a look. <div class="choice">[["\"I can drive.\""|DrLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I can't drive, so...|DDrLast]]</div>

<<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 3>>"I am not made of glass and I ''don't'' need constant supervision," I say. Jay chuckles and I swear I just saw $maxwell smile a bit. "I am not saying you aren't capable," $maxwell says, and I feel it's genuine. "But you have to understand, you might be in danger. Please don't take this lightly." "I don't, but I'll manage for some time without you two." I did before. "Still. Do you have anyone to be here with you?" $maxwell asks. "No, not really," I say. "How about I drop you off my house? You'll be with my mom, while I take care of my things," Jay says. $maxwell looks at Jay for a few seconds and speaks up: "How are you planning on going home?" "I drive?" "You're hungover." "Hungover," Jay points out. "Not drunk." $maxwell turns to Jay and gives $jay_him a look. <div class="choice">[["\"I can drive.\""|DrLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I can't drive, so...|DDrLast]]</div>

<<set $drive to "yes">>"I can drive us," I suggest. "Good," $maxwell answers. "We are getting my car," Jay says and then sits up to face me. "Don't crash it." "I won't!" [[Next|Chapter 7 Jay]]

<<set $drive to "no">>"Call for a cab," $maxwell suggests. ...But of course, Jay doesn't listen. [[Next|Chapter 7 Jay]]

<<set $drive to "yes">>"I can drive us," I suggest. "No," $maxwell says. "You drank too. Just call for a cab." ...But of course, Jay doesn't listen. [[Next|Chapter 7 Jay]]

''Hour later, near the Viper Pit'' Jay walks down the street, towards the bar. //'I hope $rob_he is here...'// $jay_He knocks on a backdoor. "It's me; Jay." A tall and almost pale-looking person with long dark red hair opens the door. "Robin's here?" The person nods and signs 'yes', letting Jay through. Before going further, Jay notices a figure going first and stops, not expecting to see anyone, but $jay_he just shrugs and goes down the stairs, thinking what a shitty place it is. "Could have warned me, you know." Jay almost jumps at the voice behind him. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Robin smirks. $rob_He is wearing the usual black jeans with combat boots, and Jay can't help but notice that $rob_his white shirt - that Jay has made fun of how it 'merges' with Rob, given $rob_his fair skin - looks more fresh than usual. "You didn't- Forget it, I'm here for business." "Yeah, Cam just told me you're here." "So that's who was creeping around here, huh?" "You are the one who's creeping around, Jay. Anyway," Robin says, raising hands on the sides, like it's some sort of show, "I'm all ears." Before saying anything, Jay sits on the cleanest chair $jay_he could find in the place like this, ignoring Robin's leather jacket hanging there, and puts $jay_his legs on the table. "So,.." "How's your $partner?" "I wan- What? We are not- You said you'd listen!" Robins chuckles. "Alright, alright. Shoot." Jay sighs. "They are going to find out, quite soon, actually. Your plan 'worked'," Jay spits the last word with sarcasm. "A bit too late, don't you think? Was it worth it?!" Jay sits up. "//If you// - if that's what got $brother_nickname killed-" Every friendly emotion on Robin's face has drained. "Are you accusing me of something, $james?" Robin comes closer and bends over to get $rob_his face closer to Jay's. "If so, then what, hm?" Jay tries $jay_his best not to show $jay_his reaction, but only after a few seconds $jay_he could bring $jay_himself to answer: "I know he wanted to join the gang." Suddenly Robin chuckles and straightens up: "I would be really concerned if you didn't know, given you were there. But wouldn't that mean I have nothing to do with the boy?" $rob_He thinks for a moment: "Speaking of whom... $do $they know?" "$name? No, I never told $them." "Interesting. Well, is that all? I have other things to do. Are you happy now?" "Hardly. You know him getting into //your// business was..." "Careful, $james." "I just mean- It shouldn't have been that way." "You don't know that what's got him." Jay takes a deep breath. "And what other things you are talking about? I thought you had this afternoon clear." "Aren't you observant. Can't I do anything just for myself?" Robin says right before getting $rob_his jacket, with it hitting Jay's back. "I'll have to get to some damage control later. Just in case." And like that, Robins leaves, leaving Jay alone in this dark basement. //'That went great. I better meet up with $nickname somewhere... nice,'// Jay thinks, looking around. [[Next|Chapter 7 Max]]

''Around the same time, Police Station'' $maxwell knew exactly what was going to happen when $max_he left the sheriff no choice but to look into it. It was only a matter of time now. The note was a dead end, so the only thing $max_he could do was wait for what's going to happen next. "My office," Matthews talks. "Now." $maxwell listens. "I assume you know why I asked for you." "I do, sir." "Have you talked to my son?" $maxwell tilts $max_his head a bit. "Why are you assuming that I have? Was he involved as well?" Sheriff straightens up, looking right at $max_his eyes. "You are nothing like your grandfather. He did everything in the interest of the station, and you act... like a child. Doing what //you// think is right." $maxwell clenches $max_his teeth but still asks: "With all respect, sir, what does my grandfather have to do with any of this?" "I looked up to him. And I wasn't the only one who did. When I've learned that at least his grandchild is following in his footsteps, I was so proud. I've thought you'd be more like him. You could say that's the only reason why you are here." After carefully looking at the deputy, sheriff adds: "Maybe not anymore. You are dismissed until further notice." $maxwell suspected as well, but hearing all of this... now $max_he is sure there's something wrong with this place. [[Next|Chapter7]]

I stand outside the local bakery. Jay is not here yet, so I take a look at all the sweets they have on display: raspberry muffins, apple pies, velvet cakes... I haven't pampered myself for a while, maybe I should buy something right now... Before I go in, I hear a very loud engine behind me for a moment before the sound goes lower, that isn't quite often here, and which causes me to look back. "Hey, $name," a familiar voice. "Come here often?" "Robin? I didn't expect you to see here," I say surprised, fully turning around to face $rob_him. "Yeah, well... I have a reason to come here from time to time," Robin replies, almost sad, but then quickly recovers: "But you know, I actually wanted to have a word with you, too." "You did?" "Yes. It's about your brother," $rob_he says. "Wanna ride?" "Didn't you come here, though?" "That was before I saw you, sweetheart." <div class="choice">[["\"I'll talk to you, but I am not going to ride with you.\""|Ch7DontGo]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Sure.\""|Ch7Go]]</div>

<<set $careful to $careful + 1>>I glare at Robin. Of course not; I barely know $rob_him! "I'll talk to you, but I am not going to ride with you," I say.<<if $style is "elegant" or $style is "formal">> //'Plus, I am not dressed appropriate for this,'// I think, but don't say it.<</if>> Robin chuckles, getting off $rob_his motorcycle. "Fair enough. Let's talk inside, then. Your treat," Robin adds with a wink.<<if $cold gte 8>>I just roll my eyes at $rob_his words.<</if>> We go in the bakery, and all the different sweet smells hit me at once. The warm and cozy feeling is something I haven't realized I needed. I go towards my favourite pastries and almost miss Robin' sorrowful look, but almost immediately $rob_he turns to me: "Let's order and sit somewhere." Robin quickly orders black coffee, //and why am I not surprised that is $rob_his choice//. "Is this all you are going to have?" "I am not really... Nevermind. Yes, it is." "Then anything you can recommend me?" $rob_He hesitates, for some reason. "...Those cottage cheese pastries." Seems like $rob_he doesn't want to stay there more than necessary, and goes to the furthest place in here. After paying, I follow Robin. "So, what was that you wanted to talk about?" I ask. Robin lowers $rob_his cup, and says: "Your brother." "You already said that," I remind, looking right into $rob_his eyes. I've never noticed they were so blue before. "So I did," $rob_he sighs. "Just don't overreact. At least not before I tell you the whole story..." I wait for $rob_him to start, nervously twirling the cup of $drink I've got. "One day, he came up to us. Just like that, demanded to talk to me. To join-" "What?!" "Hey, Jay told me he looked up to $jay_him. I would blame $jay_him if I were you," Robins mentions the last bit with a smirk, that quickly disappears. "He said..." [[Next|Ch7DontGFlashback]]

<<set $reckless to $reckless + 1>>//'Why not?'// I think. What do I have to lose? ...Probably, a lot, but I don't want to think about it anymore. "Sure."<<if $style2 is "1">>I look down at my heeled boots, but I'm not turning back.<<elseif $style2 is "2" or $style is "formal">>I remember what I am wearing, but I'm not going back.<<elseif $style is "casual" or $style is "comfortable">>At least I'm dressed appropriately for that.<</if>> "Wait, really?" Robins asks a bit surprised. "You asked yourself," I retort. "No, no, it's fine," Robin answers amused. "Hop in," $rob_he adds, lending me a helmet. "Do you know how to hold on?" I shake my head. "Right- here. Or, you could just hold on to me, I'm used to it." "Are you, now," I say, and as I settle down, we move. I... <div id="choices">\ <<link "Hold on to Robin.">> <<replace "#choices">>I am not sure what I was expecting, but this thing moves fast. I hold on Robin tight, nuzzle my head on $rob_his back, as much as I can in the helmet - at least until I get used to it.<</replace>> <</link>> <<link "Hold on the handholds..">> <<replace "#choices">>I hold on tightly, and while we are moving fast, I am getting used to it. I look above me at the clouded sky. //'Hope it won't rain today.'// "<</replace>> <</link>> \</div> After a while I hear the voice in front of me: "Hey. We are here." I look around, as I feel the cold wind blowing. The sky,// no, everything,// looks much grayer than before. We are at that old park. I follow Robin and speak up: <div class="choice">[["\"Why are we here?\""|Ch7Answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Is this where you kill me?\""|Ch7Answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"This creepy park? Really?\""|Ch7Answ3]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Whatever you want to tell me, it better be quick.\""|Ch7Answ4]]</div><div class="choice">[[Tremble a little, but try to shake it off. "You should have warned me that this is where we are going."|Ch7Answ5]]</div>

//"I can be useful for you," a boy with pastel coloured hair, barely drinking age by local standards, desperately pleaded, before looking at the young $jay_man standing near the table Robin was sitting at. "Jay knows me! $jay_He can-- "// //"You are from the uptown," Robin talked not hiding $rob_his amusement and not even bothering to stand up. "Why would you want that? Why would ''we'' want that? My people are useful enough for me."// //"I just," $brother_nickname tripped over his own words. "I know I could belong-"// //"Ah," Robin said, finally getting up and coming towards him. "So that's what it's all about. You want to ''belong''? You think someone like you would belong here?'// //"Well... You are talking to me, aren't you?"// //"I am bored, and this is fun." Robin said, smirk never leaving $rob_his face. "Or so I've thought it'd be. Try harder, kid."// //"$brother_dim," Jay suddenly spoke up, voice way softer than usual. $jay_He came up towards $brother_nickname, gently putting $jay_his hand on $brother_nickname's shoulder. "Please, just go home. I can go with you. This place isn't for you..."// //"Why not?!"// //"Even I am not part of the Asps, technically."// //"You keep saying it, but you are always with them! What if... I'll be like $jay_him," he addressed Robin. "If you don't want me with you, I can just..."// //"No," Robin cut shortly, clearly gotten bored already, all emotions drained. "Go home, kid. You have a family, you can get good friends, you have everything we ever wanted. Don't ruin your life," Robin went back to the table. "This conversation is over," the last thing $rob_he said.// [[Next|Ch7DontGoFlOver]]

//"I can be useful for you," a boy with pastel coloured hair, barely drinking age by local standards, desperately pleaded, before looking at the young $jay_man standing near the table Robin was sitting at. "Jay knows me! $jay_He can-- "// //"You are from the uptown," Robin talked not hiding $rob_his amusement and not even bothering to stand up. "Why would you want that? Why would ''we'' want that? My people are useful enough for me."// //"I just," $brother_nickname tripped over his own words. "I know I could belong-"// //"Ah," Robin said, finally getting up and coming towards him. "So that's what it's all about. You want to ''belong''? You think someone like you would belong here?'// //"Well... You are talking to me, aren't you?"// //"I am bored, and this is fun." Robin said, smirk never leaving $rob_his face. "Or so I've thought it'd be. Try harder, kid."// //"$brother_dim," Jay suddenly spoke up, voice way softer than usual. $jay_He came up towards $brother_nickname, gently putting $jay_his hand on $brother_nickname's shoulder. "Please, just go home. I can go with you. This place isn't for you..."// //"Why not?!"// //"Even I am not part of the Asps, technically."// //"You keep saying it, but you are always with them! What if... I'll be like jay_him," he addressed Robin. "If you don't want me with you, I can just..."// //"No," Robin cut shortly, clearly gotten bored already, all emotions drained. "Go home, kid. You have a family, you can get good friends, you have everything we ever wanted. Don't ruin your life," Robin went back to the table. "This conversation is over," the last thing $rob_he said.// [[Next|Ch7GoFlOver]]

As Robin finished $rob_his story, I just sit there, stunned. $brother_nickname wanted to join them?.. And, thanks to Robin's sane decision, he didn't? <div class="choice">[["\"I didn't know that...\""|7GoAnsw1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Why are you telling me this?\""|7GoAnsw2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Thanks for turning him back.\""|7GoAnsw3]]</div>

As Robin finished $rob_his story, I just sit there, stunned. $brother_nickname wanted to join them?.. And, thanks to Robin's sane decision, he didn't? <div class="choice">[["\"I didn't know that...\""|7DontGoAnsw1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Why are you telling me this?\""|7DontGoAnsw2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Thanks for turning him back.\""|7DontGoAnsw3]]</div>

"Jay never told me that... I didn't know anything about it." "Jay probably didn't want to upset you." Robin has been nice to me, but some of $rob_his words make me wonder why. $rob_He has caused problems here, so I can't help but ask: "Why wouldn't you let him, though? You said you wouldn't want him to ruin his life, but..." "I meant it. If they haven't //personally// done anything wrong, I won't just put them in danger," Robin pauses and then adds: "Without a reason." "So if there is..." "It's not a nice world, $name. You do what you have to do. But I've done nothing to your brother." <<linkreplace "\"So is Jay one of you or not?\"">>"There's a thing I don't understand..." I ask, nervously picking on the cup I am still holding. "Is Jay one of you?" "Depends on who you ask. I'd say yes, but Jay doesn't consider $jay_himself to be one of us. Neither some of the Asps, but they won't argue with me." "And why not?" "Honestly, I feel like it's just $jay_his little 'rebellion' against me," Robin chuckles, and then goes serious again: "We are a gang, $name, not some local band. But I take care of people who live on my side of town; and Jay is a great... well, //is a// help for us. For me people like $jay_him, //or $jay_his friends//, are a part of a family." "'Or $jay_his friends'?" I repeat, tilting my head. "I am not going to lie, we are from different worlds, so to say. But you never know what happens. Or happened, given the circumstances." I decide not to push it anymore.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Is it true that the drug issue is your fault?\"">>"So it's true that the drugs here are your... fault?" I say and immediately regret my wording. "'Fault'? It's been an issue for a long time, sweetheart." "I meant- Yes, exactly. So why now? Couldn't you've done this before?" "It used to be... better, believe it or not. But then, something new came up and we just went with it, but when I realized it was the worst thing we ever dealt with, the damage was done. It was out of our control, so we had to do something." Robin takes a deep breath before continuing, playing with $rob_his empty cup. "It's not just //now//, too. When I heard rich stupid uptown kids were looking for... fun, I just let them have it."<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Do they really call you a King?\"">>"Do they really call you a King"? "We are called Asp Kings. You can ask Jay how $jay_he calls us sometimes," Robin laughs. "If you mean whether or not I am 'the King of the Kings', then that's what they called all our previous leaders, too. Just an inside joke, I assume," $rob_he says casually.<<if $rob_he is "she">>"And if you meant something else, women can be called kings too."<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<choice [[Before I ask anything else, I hear a bell ring.|Ch7DontGoJay]]>>

"Why are you telling me this?" I ask. "I want you to know we are not the bad guys here," $rob_he says. "That's it." Robin has been nice to me, but some of $rob_his words make me wonder why. $rob_He has caused problems here, so I can't help but ask: "Why wouldn't you let him, though? You said you wouldn't want him to ruin his life, but..." "I meant it. If they haven't //personally// done anything wrong, I won't just put them in danger," Robin pauses and then adds: "Without a reason." "So if there is..." "It's not a nice world, $name. You do what you have to do. But I've done nothing to your brother." <<linkreplace "\"So is Jay one of you or not?\"">>"There's a thing I don't understand..." I ask, nervously picking on the cup I am still holding. "Is Jay one of you?" "Depends on who you ask. I'd say yes, but Jay doesn't consider $jay_himself to be one of us. Neither some of the Asps, but they won't argue with me." "And why not?" "Honestly, I feel like it's just $jay_his little 'rebellion' against me," Robin chuckles, and then goes serious again: "We are a gang, $name, not some local band. But I take care of people who live on my side of town; and Jay is a great... well, //is a// help for us. For me people like $jay_him, //or $jay_his friends//, are a part of a family." "'Or $jay_his friends'?" I repeat, tilting my head. "I am not going to lie, we are from different worlds, so to say. But you never know what happens. Or happened, given the circumstances." I decide not to push it anymore.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Is it true that the drug issue is your fault?\"">>"So it's true that the drugs here are your... fault?" I say and immediately regret my wording. "'Fault'? It's been an issue for a long time, sweetheart." "I meant- Yes, exactly. So why now? Couldn't you've done this before?" "It used to be... better, believe it or not. But then, something new came up and we just went with it, but when I realized it was the worst thing we ever dealt with, the damage was done. It was out of our control, so we had to do something." Robin takes a deep breath before continuing, playing with $rob_his empty cup. "It's not just //now//, too. When I heard rich stupid uptown kids were looking for... fun, I just let them have it."<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Do they really call you a King?\"">>"Do they really call you a King"? "We are called Asp Kings. You can ask Jay how $jay_he calls us sometimes," Robin laughs. "If you mean whether or not I am 'the King of the Kings', then that's what they called all our previous leaders, too. Just an inside joke, I assume," $rob_he says casually.<<if $rob_he is "she">>"And if you meant something else, women can be called kings too."<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<choice [[Before I ask anything else, I hear a bell ring.|Ch7DontGoJay]]>>

"Thanks for turning him back. I don't know how he would handle that..." "I wouldn't just let every kid wanting to rebel in." Robin has been nice to me, but some of $rob_his words make me wonder why. $rob_He has caused problems here, so I can't help but ask: "Why wouldn't you let him, though? You said you wouldn't want him to ruin his life, but..." "I meant it. If they haven't //personally// done anything wrong, I won't just put them in danger," Robin pauses and then adds: "Without a reason." "So if there is..." "It's not a nice world, $name. You do what you have to do. But I've done nothing to your brother." <<linkreplace "\"So is Jay one of you or not?\"">>"There's a thing I don't understand..." I ask, nervously picking on the cup I am still holding. "Is Jay one of you?" "Depends on who you ask. I'd say yes, but Jay doesn't consider $jay_himself to be one of us. Neither some of the Asps, but they won't argue with me." "And why not?" "Honestly, I feel like it's just $jay_his little 'rebellion' against me," Robin chuckles, and then goes serious again: "We are a gang, $name, not some local band. But I take care of people who live on my side of town; and Jay is a great... well, //is a// help for us. For me people like $jay_him, //or $jay_his friends//, are a part of a family." "'Or $jay_his friends'?" I repeat, tilting my head. "I am not going to lie, we are from different worlds, so to say. But you never know what happens. Or happened, given the circumstances." I decide not to push it anymore.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Is it true that the drug issue is your fault?\"">>"So it's true that the drugs here are your... fault?" I say and immediately regret my wording. "'Fault'? It's been an issue for a long time, sweetheart." "I meant- Yes, exactly. So why now? Couldn't you've done this before?" "It used to be... better, believe it or not. But then, something new came up and we just went with it, but when I realized it was the worst thing we ever dealt with, the damage was done. It was out of our control, so we had to do something." Robin takes a deep breath before continuing, playing with $rob_his empty cup. "It's not just //now//, too. When I heard rich stupid uptown kids were looking for... fun, I just let them have it."<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Do they really call you a King?\"">>"Do they really call you a King"? "We are called Asp Kings. You can ask Jay how $jay_he calls us sometimes," Robin laughs. "If you mean whether or not I am 'the King of the Kings', then that's what they called all our previous leaders, too. Just an inside joke, I assume," $rob_he says casually.<<if $rob_he is "she">>"And if you meant something else, women can be called kings too."<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<choice [[Before I ask anything else, I hear a bell ring.|Ch7DontGoJay]]>>

Before I ask anything else, I hear a bell ring. When the door opens. I see... //Shit, I was supposed to meet Jay here!// "Hi there, $nickname," Jay says coming towards us. "Don't remember you mentioning inviting someone else, though." "Oh, you again," Robin smiles. "We don't need a third wheel." "That would be you." "Watch it," Robing suddenly threatens. "Robin... I forgot to mention, I was supposed to meet Jay," I speak up before anything happens. "Ah, I see. In that case," Robin sits up a bit to stand up next, "I am very glad I got to talk to you before $jay_him." Robin seems a bit uneasy, so I... <div class="choice">[[Put a hand on Robin's shoulder and ask if everything's is okay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Just say goodbye.|Ch7DontGoRAn2]]</div>

I put a hand on Robin's shoulder and ask: "Robin... are you okay?" Those sudden change in $rob_his mood all the time can't be good, right? Robin sits back and looks at me almost shocked. "Wow, I don't remember the last time someone asked me that," but then Robin suddenly smiles again: "Don't worry about me, dollface. I'm as great as I can be." As $rob_he leaves, Jay sits where Robin has just been and takes my $drink to $jay_himself.<<if $drink is "coffee">>"Ugh, gross. Why do you like your coffee so gross?" $jay_he as always speaks up when no one asks.<</if>> "What was that all about?" "Oh, that's," I start, "an interesting topic." [[Next|JayTalkCafe]]

"See you around, Robin," I say. "Thank you for telling me all of this." Robin turns back to me, a bit surprised, but then smiles and winks: "Of course, doll." As $rob_he leaves, Jay sits where Robin has just been and takes my $drink to $jay_himself.<<if $drink is "coffee">>"Ugh, gross. Why do you like your coffee so gross?" $jay_he as always speaks up when no one asks.<</if>> "What was that all about?" "Oh, that's," I start, "an interesting topic." [[Next|JayTalkCafe]]

"Robin just told me about $brother_nickname." Jay closes $jay_his eyes and brings hands to $jay_his face. "And let me guess what exactly did Rob tell you?.." "He wanted to join the Asps, that's what. You knew that." Jay puts down the drink. "I wanted to-- " "Wanted to what? Tell me? When?!" "Now," Jay sighs. "Guess Rob just beat me." <div class="choice">[[Leave.|Ch7Leave]]</div><div class="choice">[["That's it?! 'Guess Rob just beat me'?!"]]</div><div class="choice">[["I understand."|Ch7Understand]]</div>

"Why are we here?" I ask. This awful park is not exactly suitable for a picnic. "Maybe I just like this place?" Robin says, but when $rob_he sees my reaction, adds, "It's secluded enough. I don't want other to bother us." "Doesn't sound creepy at all, Robin." $rob_He just shakes $rob_his head with a smile. I look up and see the broken sign with barely visible letters saying "Hollow Lake Park". "I've forgotten that's what it's called." Robin just glances where I am looking and nods. I look back at $rob_him, right into $rob_his eyes - I've never noticed they were so blue before - and say: "So, are you going to tell me why are we here, exactly?" When we sit, Robin starts talking: "Just don't overreact, okay? At least not before I tell you the whole story..." "I am listening." Robin takes a pause, getting a cigarette from a pocket. $rob_He looks at me, and not getting any reaction, lights it up. "One day, your brother came up to us. Just like that, demanded to talk to me. To join-" "What?!" "Hey, Jay told me he looked up to $jay_him. I would blame $jay_him if I were you," Robins says the last bit with a smirk, that quickly disappears. "He said..." [[Next|Ch7GoFlashback]]

"Is this where you kill me?" Robin chuckles. "Ya figured it out. Well, no point delaying it anymore." I fix $rob_him with a look, at what Robin says: "Okay, okay. I just wanted a quiet place." I look up and see the broken sign with barely visible letters saying "Hollow Lake Park". "I've forgotten that's what it's called." Robin just glances where I am looking and nods. I look back at $rob_him, right into $rob_his eyes - I've never noticed they were so blue before - and say: "So, are you going to tell me why are we here, exactly?" When we sit, Robin starts talking: "Just don't overreact, okay? At least not before I tell you the whole story..." "I am listening." Robin takes a pause, getting a cigarette from a pocket. $rob_He looks at me, and not getting any reaction, lights it up. "One day, your brother came up to us. Just like that, demanded to talk to me. To join-" "What?!" "Hey, Jay told me he looked up to $jay_him. I would blame $jay_him if I were you," Robins says the last bit with a smirk, that quickly disappears. "He said..." [[Next|Ch7GoFlashback]]

"This creepy park? Really? Couldn't find a better place?" "Come on, it's not that bad. And no one would bother us here." "Now //that// definitely sounds creepy." I look up and see the broken sign with barely visible letters saying "Hollow Lake Park". "I've forgotten that's what it's called." Robin just glances where I am looking and nods. I look back at $rob_him, right into $rob_his eyes - I've never noticed they were so blue before - and say: "So, are you going to tell me why are we here, exactly?" When we sit, Robin starts talking: "Just don't overreact, okay? At least not before I tell you the whole story..." "I am listening." Robin takes a pause, getting a cigarette from a pocket. $rob_He looks at me, and not getting any reaction, lights it up. "One day, your brother came up to us. Just like that, demanded to talk to me. To join-" "What?!" "Hey, Jay told me he looked up to $jay_him. I would blame $jay_him if I were you," Robins says the last bit with a smirk, that quickly disappears. "He said..." [[Next|Ch7GoFlashback]]

"Whatever you want to tell me, it better be quick." "Straight to the point, huh. Works for me." "I wasn't the one who chose this place." "You agreed without any question, though," Robin smirks. <<nobr>> <<if $stubborn gte 12 and $strict gte 5 and $cold gte 5>>"Don't try me, Robin." "Tough. I like it."<</if>> <</nobr>>I just scoff at $rob_his words, before looking up and seeing the broken sign with barely visible letters saying "Hollow Lake Park". "I've forgotten that's what it's called." Robin just glances where I am looking and nods. I look back at $rob_him, right into $rob_his eyes - I've never noticed they were so blue before - and say: "So, are you going to tell me why are we here, exactly?" When we sit, Robin starts talking: "Just don't overreact, okay? At least not before I tell you the whole story..." "I am listening." Robin takes a pause, getting a cigarette from a pocket. $rob_He looks at me, and not getting any reaction, lights it up. "One day, your brother came up to us. Just like that, demanded to talk to me. To join-" "What?!" "Hey, Jay told me he looked up to $jay_him. I would blame $jay_him if I were you," Robins says the last bit with a smirk, that quickly disappears. "He said..." [[Next|Ch7GoFlashback]]

<<set $parkfeeling to "scared">>I try to ignore it first, and then to shake it off, but I start tremble. "You should have warned me that this is where we are going." Robin turns around to look at me, and $rob_he carefully inspects my face, while I can't figure $rob_his thoughts: "If you don't want to be here, we can leave." I shake my head and say: "Well, we are already here..." I look up and see the broken sign with barely visible letters saying "Hollow Lake Park". "I've forgotten that's what it's called." Robin just glances where I am looking and nods. I look back at $rob_him, right into $rob_his eyes - I've never noticed they were so blue before - and say: "So, are you going to tell me why are we here, exactly?" When we sit, Robin starts talking: "Just don't overreact, okay? At least not before I tell you the whole story..." "I am listening." Robin takes a pause, getting a cigarette from a pocket. $rob_He looks at me, and not getting any reaction, lights it up. "One day, your brother came up to us. Just like that, demanded to talk to me. To join-" "What?!" "Hey, Jay told me he looked up to $jay_him. I would blame $jay_him if I were you," Robins says the last bit with a smirk, that quickly disappears. "He said..." [[Next|Ch7GoFlashback]]

"Jay never told me that... I didn't know anything about it." "Jay probably didn't want to upset you." Robin has been nice to me, but some of $rob_his words make me wonder why. $rob_he has caused problems here, so I can't help but ask: "Why wouldn't you let him, though? You said you wouldn't want him to ruin his life, but..." "I meant it. If they haven't //personally// done anything wrong, I won't just put them in danger," Robin pauses and then adds: "Without a reason." "So if there is..." "It's not a nice world, $name. You do what you have to do. But I've done nothing to your brother." <<linkreplace "\"So is Jay one of you or not?\"">>"There's a thing I don't understand... Is Jay one of you?" "Depends on who you ask. I'd say yes, but Jay doesn't consider $jay_himself to be one of us. Neither some of the Asps, but they won't argue with me." "And why not?" "Honestly, I feel like it's just $jay_his little 'rebellion' against me," Robin chuckles, and then goes serious again: "We are a gang, $name, not some local band. But I take care of people who live on my side of town; and Jay is a great... well, //is a// help for us. For me people like $jay_him, //or $jay_his friends//, are a part of a family." "'Or $jay_his friends'?" I ask tilting my head. "I am not going to lie, we are from different worlds, so to say. But you never know what happens. Or happened, given the circumstances." I decide not to push it anymore. <<nobr>> <<if $style is 4>>Robin looks at me from head to toe, notably keeping $rob_his gaze on my jacket. "Well, maybe you'd actually fit just fine with us too. What do you say?" $rob_he smirks. "I promise to give you as many rides as you want." "Very funny." "I'm joking, of course. But just imagine Jay's reaction..."<</if>><</nobr>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Is it true that the drug issue is your fault?\"">>"So it's true that the drugs here are your... fault?" I say and immediately regret my wording. "'Fault'? It's been an issue for a long time, sweetheart." "I meant- Yes, exactly. So why now? Couldn't you've done this before?" "It used to be... better, believe it or not. But then, something new came up and we just went with it, but when I realized it was the worst thing we ever dealt with, the damage was done. It was out of our control, so we had to do something." Robin takes a deep breath before continuing, running $rob_his hand over $rob_his hair. "It's not just //now//, too. When I heard rich stupid uptown kids were looking for... fun, I just let them have it."<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Do they really call you a King?\"">>"Do they really call you a King"? "We are called Asp Kings. You can ask Jay how $jay_he calls us sometimes," Robin laughs. "If you mean whether or not I am 'the King of the Kings', then that's what they called all our previous leaders, too. Just an inside joke, I assume," $rob_he says casually.<<if $rob_he is "she">>"And if you meant something else, women can be called kings too."<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<choice [[I decide not to ask anything anymore.|Ch7GoJay]]>>

"Why are you telling me this?" I ask. "I want you to know we are not the bad guys here," $rob_he says. "That's it." Robin has been nice to me, but some of $rob_his words make me wonder why. $rob_he has caused problems here, so I can't help but ask: "Why wouldn't you let him, though? You said you wouldn't want him to ruin his life, but..." "I meant it. If they haven't //personally// done anything wrong, I won't just put them in danger," Robin pauses and then adds: "Without a reason." "So if there is..." "It's not a nice world, $name. You do what you have to do. But I've done nothing to your brother." <<linkreplace "\"So is Jay one of you or not?\"">>"There's a thing I don't understand... Is Jay one of you?" "Depends on who you ask. I'd say yes, but Jay doesn't consider $jay_himself to be one of us. Neither some of the Asps, but they won't argue with me." "And why not?" "Honestly, I feel like it's just $jay_his little 'rebellion' against me," Robin chuckles, and then goes serious again: "We are a gang, $name, not some local band. But I take care of people who live on my side of town; and Jay is a great... well, //is a// help for us. For me people like $jay_him, //or $jay_his friends//, are a part of a family." "'Or $jay_his friends'?" I ask tilting my head. "I am not going to lie, we are from different worlds, so to say. But you never know what happens. Or happened, given the circumstances." I decide not to push it anymore. <<nobr>> <<if $style is 4>>Robin looks at me from head to toe, notably keeping $rob_his gaze on my jacket. "Well, maybe you'd actually fit just fine with us too. What do you say?" $rob_he smirks. "I promise to give you as many rides as you want." "Very funny." "I'm joking, of course. But just imagine Jay's reaction..."<</if>><</nobr>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Is it true that the drug issue is your fault?\"">>"So it's true that the drugs here are your... fault?" I say and immediately regret my wording. "'Fault'? It's been an issue for a long time, sweetheart." "I meant- Yes, exactly. So why now? Couldn't you've done this before?" "It used to be... better, believe it or not. But then, something new came up and we just went with it, but when I realized it was the worst thing we ever dealt with, the damage was done. It was out of our control, so we had to do something." Robin takes a deep breath before continuing, running $rob_his hand over $rob_his hair. "It's not just //now//, too. When I heard rich stupid uptown kids were looking for... fun, I just let them have it."<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Do they really call you a King?\"">>"Do they really call you a King"? "We are called Asp Kings. You can ask Jay how $jay_he calls us sometimes," Robin laughs. "If you mean whether or not I am 'the King of the Kings', then that's what they called all our previous leaders, too. Just an inside joke, I assume," $rob_he says casually.<<if $rob_he is "she">>"And if you meant something else, women can be called kings too."<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<choice [[I decide not to ask anything anymore.|Ch7GoJay]]>>

"Thanks for turning him back. I don't know how he would handle that..." "I wouldn't just let every kid wanting to rebel in." Robin has been nice to me, but some of $rob_his words make me wonder why. $rob_he has caused problems here, so I can't help but ask: "Why wouldn't you let him, though? You said you wouldn't want him to ruin his life, but..." "I meant it. If they haven't //personally// done anything wrong, I won't just put them in danger," Robin pauses and then adds: "Without a reason." "So if there is..." "It's not a nice world, $name. You do what you have to do. But I've done nothing to your brother." <<linkreplace "\"So is Jay one of you or not?\"">>"There's a thing I don't understand... Is Jay one of you?" "Depends on who you ask. I'd say yes, but Jay doesn't consider $jay_himself to be one of us. Neither some of the Asps, but they won't argue with me." "And why not?" "Honestly, I feel like it's just $jay_his little 'rebellion' against me," Robin chuckles, and then goes serious again: "We are a gang, $name, not some local band. But I take care of people who live on my side of town; and Jay is a great... well, //is a// help for us. For me people like $jay_him, //or $jay_his friends//, are a part of a family." "'Or $jay_his friends'?" I ask tilting my head. "I am not going to lie, we are from different worlds, so to say. But you never know what happens. Or happened, given the circumstances." I decide not to push it anymore. <<nobr>> <<if $style is 4>>Robin looks at me from head to toe, notably keeping $rob_his gaze on my jacket. "Well, maybe you'd actually fit just fine with us too. What do you say?" $rob_he smirks. "I promise to give you as many rides as you want." "Very funny." "I'm joking, of course. But just imagine Jay's reaction..."<</if>><</nobr>><</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Is it true that the drug issue is your fault?\"">>"So it's true that the drugs here are your... fault?" I say and immediately regret my wording. "'Fault'? It's been an issue for a long time, sweetheart." "I meant- Yes, exactly. So why now? Couldn't you've done this before?" "It used to be... better, believe it or not. But then, something new came up and we just went with it, but when I realized it was the worst thing we ever dealt with, the damage was done. It was out of our control, so we had to do something." Robin takes a deep breath before continuing, running $rob_his hand over $rob_his hair. "It's not just //now//, too. When I heard rich stupid uptown kids were looking for... fun, I just let them have it."<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Do they really call you a King?\"">>"Do they really call you a King"? "We are called Asp Kings. You can ask Jay how $jay_he calls us sometimes," Robin laughs. "If you mean whether or not I am 'the King of the Kings', then that's what they called all our previous leaders, too. Just an inside joke, I assume," $rob_he says casually.<<if $rob_he is "she">>"And if you meant something else, women can be called kings too."<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<choice [[I decide not to ask anything anymore.|Ch7GoJay]]>>

"You really didn't have to drive me here, you know," I say, raising my head a bit to look at Robin. "I know. What if I just wanted to?" Robin asks. Maybe there's something else, but I am not sure it's about me... "If you were supposed to meet someone, I hope you are not la..." I start and then remember and quickly stand up: "Shit, Jay!" Robin chuckles. "What?" "I was supposed to meet Jay!" "Did just the sight of me make you forget that?" $rob_he looks a bit too smug. "Don't worry. I'll drive you back. What, you didn't think I would've just left you here?" <<if $cooperative is 0 or $stubborn gte 9>>I'm not sure I want to answer that.<</if>> [[Next|Ch7JayRobMeet]]

And so Robin does drive us back, and stops right where we've left. When I get off from the motorcycle, $rob_he talks: "Don't tell Jay about this. I can't imagine $jay_him being happy about you taking rides from strangers." "We are not exactly strangers, are we?" "Good point. But don't worry, $jay_he wouldn't be able to stay mad at your dollface for long, even if $jay_he knew. See you, $handsome." I take a deep breath and go inside. I hear a voice calling out for me, and when I look back I can see Jay's judging face staring at me. I come closer and see that $jay_he already order some of my favourite pastries. "Hi, Jay." "Oh, hi, $name," Jay says with a drink in $jay_his hand. "Anything interesting happened on your way here?" "Jay..." "It's just- You can't just accept rides from- I shouldn't be the one teaching an adult this. But you don't even know Robin!" "I sort of... do?" "No, no you don't!" $jay_he lets out a frustrated sigh. "You are unbelievable." In a second of silence I try to reach for a pastry, but Jay pushes the plate from me. "Hey!" "What were you two even doing?" "Oh, that's," I start, "an interesting topic." [[Next|JayTalkCafe]]

<<set $cold to $cold + 2>><<set $strict to $strict + 3>>"Yeah, guess so," I say standing up. "Wait, where ar--" "I am leaving." "$nickname, wait! I promise, I just didn't want to-- " "Save it," I say and stop. "I... just need time, okay? We'll talk later." I don't wait for an answer as I leave. [[Next|Chapter 8 V.1]]

<<set $cold to $cold - 2>>"That's it? 'Guess Rob just beat me'?! Are you kidding me?!" "$nickname, it's just-- I had a talk with Rob right before I called you. I don't know what $rob_he is planning, but... I am sorry, okay?" I sigh, calming myself. "So, what now?" I ask. "We can just hang out and wait for Max to call us or whatever. There's nothing else we can do, I guess." <<nobr>><<if $sarcastic gte 10>> "Joy," I say bluntly.<</if>> <</nobr>>[[Next|Chapter 8]]

<<set $warm to $warm + 2>><<set $frogiving to $forgiving+ 3>>"Listen, I had a talk with $rob_him before," Jay explains. "Right before I called you to meet me. I don't know what $rob_his plan is, but... I guess that just screw me over, huh." "It's okay," I say. Jay looks at me with hope in $jay_his eyes. "Really?" "I mean it; I understand. But now what?" "We can just hang out and wait for Max to call us or whatever. There's nothing else we can do, I guess." <<nobr>> <<if $sarcastic gte 10>> "Joy," I say bluntly.<</if>> <</nobr>>[[Next|Chapter 8]]

While $maxwell has checked up on me, and I know the note hasn't get us anywhere, I haven't really talked to $max_him for three days. When I finally talked to Jay again, $jay_he said $jay_he doesn't really know what has happened either, aside from "$max_he is probably getting $max_his shit together", which doesn't exactly helps. It doesn't get better for me. I keep getting recurring nightmares, where $brother_nickname is either dead or trying to show me something, and every time it has something to do with the old park... Jay literally has to pull me out of my room for me to at least go for a walk, and $jay_he started to spend nights at my house now, despite everything, but I feel too powerless. At least I've felt so, until Max has called. The three of us are in my living room, again. With them next to me, Jay throwing $jay_hiы leather jacket wherever it lands, Max getting annoyed by Jay - it all feels so familiar at this point. "I have... some news," $maxwell starts. $max_He takes a pause before continuing: "After I talked to the sheriff about his son he told me to leave it. And, //officially//, gave me a day off." "How generous of him," Jay says, "so what?" "Okay..." I say. "Wait, you mean he sent you off //because// you said it?" "Yes." "Well, that's... weird. Right?" Jay sits up and looks at me looking for the same reaction. "He really doesn't like when his son gets involved... And so my weekends seem to extend, too," $maxwell talks again. "I am not sure when I am going back. If I am at all, that is." I am not sure how to react to this. "I never mentioned that before. Never had to, didn't know how to really trust, but... I think there's something going on at the station. Something wrong..." "No shit," Jay says. "Didn't you realize where were you going to work? In this town?" $maxwell looks down, deep in thoughts, but then immediately pulls $max_himself together again. "That's what I've been told from my childhood. My grandfather was..." $max_he pauses, "Very... authoritative" "And now they really kicked you out, huh..." <<linkreplace "\"Do you regret working at the station?\"">>"Do you regret working at the station?" I ask. $maxwell looks at me and $max_his eyes almost pierce me, but then $max_he answers: "I don't regret trying to help people." "That is not an answer," Jay notices. Just when I think, it's all we'll get, $maxwell says: "I truly wanted just... to be useful to people." "Wanted to be a... //hero//?" Jay asks, and Max chuckles bitterly.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"You are not working for a long time, are you? What happened to the last deputy?\"">>"You are not working for a long time, are you? What happened to the last deputy?" I ask. I can't even remember when I saw him last time. "Left the town, I believe," $maxwell answers. "How interesting," Jay says. "He was young, not everyone wants to live their whole lives and die here." "Yeah, keep telling this yourself." "$max_He is not wrong, though," I point out.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Why did you start working there?\"">>""Why did you start working there?" I ask. "Wanted to help people," $maxwell says. "My grandfather was a deputy too, at first. Then a sheriff. I've been told my whole life that's the right path to take, so to say..." "And how's that working out for you?" Jay asks, and gets no reply.<<if $warm is 8>> I look at Jay and shake my head for $jay_him not to say things like this, at what $jay_he goes quiet.<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<choice [[The only question I have left now is: "But... what happens now?"]]>>

While $maxwell has checked up on me, and I know the note hasn't get us anywhere, I haven't really talked to $max_him for three days. Jay doesn't really know what has happened either, aside from "$max_he is probably getting $max_his shit together", which doesn't exactly helps. It doesn't get better for me. I keep getting recurring nightmares, where $brother_nickname is either dead or trying to show me something, and every time it has something to do with the old park... Jay literally has to pull me out of my room for me to at least go for a walk, and $jay_he started to spend nights at my house now, despite everything, but I feel too powerless. At least I've felt so, until Max has called. The three of us are in my living room, again. With them next to me, Jay throwing $jay_hiы leather jacket wherever it lands, Max getting annoyed by Jay - it all feels so familiar at this point. "I have... some news," $maxwell starts. $max_He takes a pause before continuing: "After I talked to the sheriff about his son he told me to leave it. And, //officially//, gave me a day off." "How generous of him," Jay says, "so what?" "Okay..." I say. "Wait, you mean he sent you off //because// you said it?" "Yes." "Well, that's... weird. Right?" Jay sits up and looks at me looking for the same reaction. "He really doesn't like when his son gets involved... And so my weekends seem to extend, too," $maxwell talks again. "I am not sure when I am going back. If I am at all, that is." I am not sure how to react to this. "I never mentioned that before. Never had to, didn't know how to really trust, but... I think there's something going on at the station. Something wrong..." "No shit," Jay says. "Didn't you realize where were you going to work? In this town?" $maxwell looks down, deep in thoughts, but then immediately pulls $max_himself together again. "That's what I've been told from my childhood. My grandfather was..." $max_he pauses, "Very... authoritative" "And now they really kicked you out, huh..." <<linkreplace "\"Do you regret working at the station?\"">>"Do you regret working at the station?" I ask. $maxwell looks at me and $max_his eyes almost pierce me, but then $max_he answers: "I don't regret trying to help people." "That is not an answer," Jay notices. Just when I think, it's all we'll get, $maxwell says: "I truly wanted just... to be useful to people." "Wanted to be a... //hero//?" Jay asks, and Max chuckles bitterly.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"You are not working for a long time, are you? What happened to the last deputy?\"">>"You are not working for a long time, are you? What happened to the last deputy?" I ask. I can't even remember when I saw him last time. "Left the town, I believe," $maxwell answers. "How interesting," Jay says. "He was young, not everyone wants to live their whole lives and die here." "Yeah, keep telling this yourself." "$max_He is not wrong, though," I point out.<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "\"Why did you start working there?\"">>""Why did you start working there?" I ask. "Wanted to help people," $maxwell says. "My grandfather was a deputy too, at first. Then a sheriff. I've been told my whole life that's the right path to take, so to say..." "And how's that working out for you?" Jay asks, and gets no reply.<<if $warm is 8>> I look at Jay and shake my head for $jay_him not to say things like this, at what $jay_he goes quiet.<</if>><</linkreplace>> <<choice [[The only question I have left now is: "But... what happens now?"]]>>

"What happens now?" "Remember I've mentioned there was a reporter trying to get information? I've been trying to contact him. For now, it seems like the best we've got." "Why do you think he will talk to us? Will he even know anything?" "Yeah, and how are you so sure they actually know anything?" "I don't know, and again, //I don't even know where he is//. " "Then what if he is not even in town anymore?" "I... we'll have to try." "Have you //tried// his workplace?" Jay asks, tilting $jay_his head. "Because that wouldn't be suspicious at all," $maxwell snarks back, "given if they are kept on the leash." "Then where were you looking for him?" I ask. "First, his family, since I couldn't get in touch with him - but doesn't live with them, and they don't really communicate a lot. Then I had to check other... jobs he's been working on, places where he's been. Friends outside his work. No luck either." "And now we'll just wait until you'll be lucky enough to stumble upon his body somewhere in the woods," Jay shrugs, crossing $jay_his arms. We both stare at $james. I want to say something but nothing comes out. "I... Sorry, that-," 'joke is a bit insensitive, given the situation'? "I'm sorry, $nickname. I didn't even think." $maxwell looks like $max_he wants to say 'try it sometime' or something of the sort. "Right. At any rate, I will keep looking for him myself, but if any of you will see him first, please tell me." "Yes, $max_sir," Jay says mockingly. Max's face turns even more serious. "It's not an official investigation anymore. If before it I could have done at least something, now I am not even allowed to do this, and I won't get any help from there... I'll need your help, but I don't want to put you in danger," $max_he looks at us, "either of you." "You were getting help from the station before?" Jay asks, smirking, and Max shoots $jay_him a cold glance. "Okay, okay! Come on, I was already in, you don't need me to say it again." <div class="choice">[["Of course I'm in, it's about my brother!"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Like you could get rid of me so easily."]]</div><div class="choice">[["I am not leaving you in this, you know that, right?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["I really wish the police would just do their job, actually..."]]</div><div class="choice">[["Uh, I don't know, is it too late to walk away? Because I would. Oh, wait, this is my house..."]]</div>

<<set $cooperative to $cooperative + 3>>"Of course I'm in, it's about my brother!" I say like it's obvious. "Yes, but you shouldn't be involved //in// all of this," Max says. "$Their decision, not yours. Since, well, we don't really have a choice and all." "And what do we do now?" I ask. No one says anything for a moment but then Jay gets up, turns back to me and says with a realization: "How about some self-defense lessons?" "Now?" "Why not? We are both here, and not going anywhere. But please, only pick one of us. I don't want $max_him to get in the way." "Likewise," $maxwell replies through $max_his teeth, which makes Jay to look away in slight regret. <div class="choice">[[Pick Max.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Pick Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't train.]]</div>

<<set $forgiving to $forgiving + 3>>"Like you could get rid of me so easily," I say with a slight smile. "Wouldn't dream of it," Jay laughs, but Max doesn't share $jay_his reaction. "I just wish you didn't have to get into this." "And what do we do now?" I ask. No one says anything for a moment but then Jay gets up, turns back to me and says with a realization: "How about some self-defense lessons?" "Now?" "Why not? We are both here, and not going anywhere. But please, only pick one of us. I don't want $max_him to get in the way." "Likewise," $maxwell replies through $max_his teeth, which makes Jay to look away in slight regret. <div class="choice">[[Pick Max.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Pick Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't train.]]</div>

<<set $sincere to $sincere + 3>>"I am not leaving you in this, you know that, right?" I ask sincerely. "I wish you did," Max answers. "Not your decision to make, Max," Jay adds. "And what do we do now?" I ask. No one says anything for a moment but then Jay gets up, turns back to me and says with a realization: "How about some self-defense lessons?" "Now?" "Why not? We are both here, and not going anywhere. But please, only pick one of us. I don't want $max_him to get in the way." "Likewise," $maxwell replies through $max_his teeth, which makes Jay to look away in slight regret. <div class="choice">[[Pick Max.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Pick Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't train.]]</div>

<<set $stubborn to $stubborn + 2>><<set $strict to $strict + 2>>"I really wish the police would just do their job, actually..." I mumble. "But I see no other choice." "You could say that again," Jay bitterly laughs a little, but Max doesn't share $jay_his reaction. "You both are right," $max_he sighs. "And what do we do now?" I ask. No one says anything for a moment but then Jay gets up, turns back to me and says with a realization: "How about some self-defense lessons?" "Now?" "Why not? We are both here, and not going anywhere. But please, only pick one of us. I don't want $max_him to get in the way." "Likewise," $maxwell replies through $max_his teeth, which makes Jay to look away in slight regret. <div class="choice">[[Pick Max.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Pick Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't train.]]</div>

<<set $sarcastic to $sarcastic + 3>>"Uh, I don't know, is it too late to walk away?" I say, trying to make a light of it. "Because I would. Oh, wait. This is my house..." Jay laughs. "Should we leave, then?" I chuckle, but Max doesn't find it funny. "You joke, but I wish you actually left." "I am not going to." "You've heard the $man, Max." "And what do we do now?" I ask. No one says anything for a moment but then Jay gets up, turns back to me and says with a realization: "How about some self-defense lessons?" "Now?" "Why not? We are both here, and not going anywhere. But please, only pick one of us. I don't want $max_him to get in the way." "Likewise," $maxwell replies through $max_his teeth, which makes Jay to look away in slight regret. <div class="choice">[[Pick Max.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Pick Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't train.]]</div>

<<set $training to "Max">>"Then I'm choosing $maxwell," I say. Practicing some self-defense is not a bad idea. <<if $stubborn gt $cooperative>><<if $stubborn gte 12>>And at least I won't have to rely on them for my own safety.<</if>><</if>> "Fine. Less work for me," Jay shrugs, like it wasn't $jay_his idea, before lying down on the couch. My couch. In boots. <<if $strict is 13>>"Goddammit, $james, take those off already!" I say.<</if>> [[Next|MaxTrainingSc]]

<<set $training to "Jay">>"Okay, then. I'm choosing Jay," I say. Practicing how to properly throw a punch is not a bad idea.<<if $stubborn gt $cooperative>>And at least I won't have to rely on them for my own safety.<</if>> "Best choice," Jay answers with a smile. "I'll be here," $maxwell says, sitting back more comfortably and getting $max_his phone out. [[Next|JayTrainingSc]]

"I am not sure about it..." "It's your choice," $maxwell says. "If you are not sure, then we won't push you." "And what are we going to do then?" Jay speaks up, flopping back on a couch right next to $maxwell. "We can drink agai-" "No," I say with $maxwell in unison. Then $max_he goes on: "Anything but this." "We can give Max a makeover." "Okay, now you have to be joking," I say and Jay chuckles. "No, thanks," $maxwell says visibly annoyed. "Fine. Then how about..." Jay thinks for a bit. "You watch us spar?" $maxwell raises $max_his head at this. "Seriously?" "Yeah, why not? You could learn a thing or two." <div class="choice">[["\"Okay, I'd watch that.\""|WatchSpar]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Can't we do anything else?\""|DontWSpar]]</div>

<<set $betmaxjay to random(1)>>"Okay," I say. "I'd watch this." "Of course you would," $maxwell sighs. "Want to know who'd win?" Jay lightly pushes $maxwell with $jay_his elbow. "I think we all know the answer to that." "We do. That would be me," Jay says trying to hide the fact that $maxwell's confident words surprised $jay_him a little. "Really now?" I ask. "You think you could win?" "I can take $max_him any time!" $maxwell just stands up with a self-assured smirk. "Sure you can." "Wow, isn't someone feeling cocky today." $maxwell offers to move a couch so they'd have even more open space. Then they get into position - Jay strikes first, and while $maxwell quickly deflects, Jay keeps throwing punches. Deflecting with an ease, $maxwell says: "Seriously, that's all you've got?" Jay kicks $max_him, but $maxwell quickly recovers. They stand further from each other again, and Jay talks through heavy breathing: "So, $nickname, who do you think will win?" <div class="choice">[[Max.|betmaxwin]]</div><div class="choice">[[Jay.|betjaywin]]</div>

"Can't we do anything else?" "Alright, but I am not coming up with stuff anymore." "Finally," $maxwell says. "How dare you," Jay gives $max_him a weak smile. "What do you two usually do in your free time?" I ask. They both look at me. $maxwell looks at Jay for $jay_him to answer first, but $jay_he dodges this time: "Don't look at me! And I've seen your book collection at your house. Is it for a reason, or so you'd look even more boring?" Max rolls $max_his eyes. "You like to read?" I completely ignore Jay's tone. "What genre?" "I am not picky, honestly." "Smut?" Jay says with a smirk. Max looks at $jay_him and doesn't answer. "What? Wait, do you actually..." "You can't judge other people's tastes," I speak, "you still have the merch from those books for tweens." "I am not going to throw away perfectly fine shirts!" "'Perfectly fine'?" Max mimics. "It's painful to look at them." "And what are you doing looking at them, then? My face is up there!" $maxwell's face lights up with pink, and I intervene: "And what about you? What do you do for fun these days?" "Uh, okay, I... usually hang out with somewhere quiet," Jay says. "Or with Robin, if $rob_he is available. There are a few stray cats behind the bar and Robin's home, since everyone, especially Rob, is feeding them." "You hang out with... cats?" $maxwell asks. "I just- I just feed them! It's quiet there, okay?" Jay sighs. "Good place to read, too, since you nerd are interested in that," Jay kicks Max lightly, while saying it, which brings out a quite funny reaction from Max; not just from the action, but because of the fact that //Jay never bothered to take off $jay_his damn boots.// But then I remember something: "Aren't you allergic?" "Well, yes. Otherwise I'd already had, like, three cats on my own, probably. I just drink meds before I go there." <div class="choice">[["I'd love to have a cat."]]</div><div class="choice">[["Are you responsible enough?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["I am more of a dog person."]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't say anything.]]</div>

"I'd love to have a cat." "If you get one, warn me," Jay says. "No way my mother lets me actually do it," I point out. "How will she even find out? She's not here most of the times." "She //will// find out." "Cats shed and could sharpen their claws on furnitures," Max says. "Besides other things." "It's not just it... Not to mention she really doesn't like cats. I have more chances of getting a tarantula, probably." "Now that's a fun pet," Jay comments. "Is it?" Max asks. "Yeah, especially if it escapes the terrarium, don't you think so?" "No. No, I really don't." I smile at this little banter, as Max and Jay keep going their conversation, before joining them once again. [[Next|Chapter 9]]

"Cats, huh? I am more of a dog person myself." I suddenly remember someone from my college days who owned a dog and wouldn't shut up about it... Probably would have been me too, if I owned one. "Oh, right," Jay says, "at least I am not allergic to them, if you get one." "Are you planning on living with $them?" Max chuckles. <<nobr>><<if $relationshipjay is "crush">>I nervously rub the back of my neck, but try not to react to what I just heard.<</if>> <</nobr>> "I- no, but we are going to stay in touch. Right?" "Of course we are," I answer. I smile at this little banter we have, as Max and Jay keep going their conversation, before joining them once again. [[Next|Chapter 9]]

"Say, $nickname," Jay talks again, "ever thought of having them?" "Why are you asking it like we are talking about kids?" "I didn't mean it that way," Jay says slowly. "That would be too early to think about." "You are in your mid twenties," Max points out. "So?" "...Unless you mean to discuss it together. There are a few steps you've missed there, Ryans." <<if $relationshipjay is "crush">>I nervously chuckle at $max_his words, hoping they won't notice my awkward reaction.<</if>> "Shut up!" I smile at this little banter we have, as Max and Jay keep going their conversation, before joining them once again. [[Next|Chapter 9]]

"Are you responsible enough?" I laugh. "I'm an adult! I can be!" Jay protests, and after thinking about it, adds, "Can be responsible, I mean." "I don't know," Max says and gets a glare from Jay. "What? It's too much responsibility to have a pet, that's all. That's why I don't have any." "You agree with 'too much responsibility'? Really?" "Really," Max says monotonously. "But now after- that, maybe it won't be too bad." "Aw. Want to raise a cat with me? Or maybe seven?" Jay mocks. $maxwell goes quiet, but then says: "Two would be nice." "What?" I smile at this little banter we have, as Max and Jay keep going their conversation, before joining them once again. [[Next|Chapter 9]]

<<if $fight is "false">>Most of the training Jay showed me how to kick //'where it hurts most'//, throw punches and deflect them, telling me about the most vulnerable places. Being able to hurt someone by //just taking their hand?// That's useful... I think?<<elseif $fight is "true">>Since I am not new to this, Jay hasn't wasted any time by explaining and showing me the basis of throwing punches and deflecting them, besides asking me about humans' vulnerable points, and just got to it.<</if>> When we actually get to the action, Jay encourages me to attack $jay_him. $jay_He instructs me to think and act fast, but I am not sure I can even keep up with $jay_him, and even after being shown what to do, it doesn't take long for me to make a mistake of letting Jay behind my back, while I face the wall, standing near. $jay_He pushes me forward it, and I am trapped inbetween. "Too slow," $jay_he says. "No need to gloat about it." "Gloat? There's no fun in winning against an underskilled," Jay says. "But there's some fun in this... position we are in." <<nobr>> <<if $relationshipjay is "crush">>I am just glad $jay_he can't see my face right now. And it's not just that...<</if>> <</nobr>> <<if $height is "very tall">><<if $james is "Jamie" and $height isnot "short">>"You know, this has to look weird," I say, chuckling nervously. "Hah, just because you are taller? I can't say I agree."<</if>><</if>> Jay lets go of me, and I can't tell if it's too soon or too late. I don't know for how long we keep going after that, but I am in need of some rest when we're done. [[Next|JayTrainingSc2]]

<<if $fight is "false">>First, $maxwell explains and shows me how to stand, kick, hold my hands and where to aim. My priority is to protect myself; to get out alive and, preferably, well out of any fight. And now time for action...<<elseif $fight is "true">>Since I am not new to this, $maxwell just briefly asked me some things, and we got to the action.<</if>> I get ready. $maxwell looks at me and comes nearer and stands behind me, pressed close to my back, and corrects the way I am holding hands, putting them a bit higher to protect my head. "Uh, thanks," I say, and $max_he nods. It hasn't taken much time for me to make a mistake even after being shown what to do; a mistake of letting $maxwell to get behind me. $max_He locks $max_his arms around my waist and hands, not letting me move them. "You know what you've done wrong, do you?" "Yes," I say breathless. $max_He is still not letting me go. "It's alright. We're just training." "Uh, Max..." I feel $max_his hands got a bit higher and tighter, when I was trying to got out of $max_his grip... "R-right, sorry." <<if $height is "short" or $height is "average">>When I look up to $maxwell, I see $max_him blush and look away, while letting me go from $max_his grasp.<<else>>When I turn my head, I find my face is very close to $max_his. I can see $max_he blush and look away, letting me go.<</if>> "Let's just continue," $max_he suggests. [[Next|MaxTrainingSc2]]

"So," I say, giving Jay a glass of water, "you get into fights a lot? "Sometimes bar fights happen," $jay_he says casually, "there're also a lot of assholes out there." "So you are able to just fight off? With your bare hands?" Jay lowers the glass. "Oh God no. I have knives." "Wait, you- " I stop myself, remembering that knife obsession $jay_he used to have, that probably hasn't really gone away. "Right." "Not so surprising, huh?," $jay_he smiles, looking away, "Robin lended me some when $rob_he saw me carrying around one shitty knife." I stop for a moment. "Can you give me one?" Jay stops $jay_himself from drinking water again. "Hey, you can buy one yourself, good ones are not that cheap, you know!" "You have other knives! Come on." "Listen," Jay says, finally putting the glass down, "Robin didn't just give me those, $rob_he showed me how to properly use them. And I am not stupid not to do the same, but even with that I wouldn't recommend actually using them, really. Unless you've already seen... //stuff// like that, you are not going to be ready for this." <div class="choice">[["Fine. Then are we done for today?"]]</div><div class="choice">[["Show me how you use it."]]</div>

"Fine," I say. That actually makes sense, I guess... "We can come back to this later, then. Are we done for today?" "Sure. Can I drink this water now?" [[Next|JayAfter the training I feel...]]

<<if $cooperative gt $stubborn>>"I'd still like to know, since we are doing this," I say. Jay sighs and then says: "Fine."<<elseif $stubborn gt $cooperative>>"Come on," I say. "Just show me how to use it, isn't it why you are here?" Jay rolls $jay_his eyes but says: "Fine."<<elseif $cooperative eq $stubborn>>Jay looks at me for a moment and then sighs. "Fine. I'll just show you how to use it."<</if>> Jay is watching really closely when gives me the knife. First, $jay_he shows the correct ways to hold a knife - I didn't even know there were the wrong ways; telling me that if I 'screw this up' I'll just drop it, if not hurt my wrist. Jay spends quite some time on just showing and telling me about knives - probably more than I could use, but I don't interrupt. "...So, uh," Jay seems to say with some awkwardness, "I think, I could stop now. You got what you wanted, right?" "What if someone attacks me with a knife?" I ask. $jay_He thinks for a moment. "Give me that. I know my way around it, I won't hurt you," Jay says, as I give $jay_him $jay_his knife back. "Remember what we practiced before?" I nod. "Good." We've been dancing around for a few minutes. In a real fight, I'd be able to at least run away already, Jay says, but for now -- Jay rushed forwards, pushing me on the floor and settling $jay_himself above me; knife pressed lightly against my chest. "You got slower," $jay_he says. "Got distracted?" I know, I've been overthinking things, and I am a but tired... <<if $relationshipjay is "crush")//And Jay looking all hot after the training is not helping me.// <div class="choice">[[Try to get out.]]</div><div class="choice">[["That was so impressive!"]]</div><div class="choice">[[Get flustered.]]</div>

I hold Jay's hand and try to kick $jay_him, but Jay quickly gets up and jumps away. "Okay, that's not bad," Jay says. [[Next|JayAfter the training I feel...]]

That happened so quick it was... impressive! "Wow, Jay, it was so cool!" "Hah," Jay says a bit surprised. "Glad you are enjoying it. But try to get out next time, okay?" [[Next|JayAfter the training I feel...]]

Jay is too close to me. //Again.// It doesn't help that $jay_he is on top of me, holding the knife so close, while I know I can trust $jay_him. "Enjoying the view?" $jay_he asks. "Or... all of this?" Before I react, $jay_he slowly moves $jay_his knife lower, but then suddenly stops and says: "Maybe later," and gets up, leaving me flustered. <<if $relationshipjay isnot "crush">>Oh. //Oh, no.//<</if>> This was... not what I anticipated. I feel exhausted when we are done. It wasn't exactly what I was expecting. <<if $fight is "true">> And not something I'm used either, to be honest.<</if>> [[Next|JayAfter the training I feel...]]

After the training I feel... <div class="choice">[[Upset. I feel I should have done better.|JTrainingLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[Determined.|JTrainingLast2]]</div><div class="choice">[[Tired.|JTrainingLast3]]</div><div class="choice">[[Regretful. I don't think I can do this in a real fight...|JTrainingLast4]]</div>

I can't help but feel a little bit upset. I feel I should have done better, and I am not sure if I'll be good enough... "$nickname?" I hear Jay calling out. "...You never know what's going to happen. It's better to be prepared." "I know, it's not that, I just..." I sigh. "I am not a completely lost cause, am I?" Jay laughs. "Of course not. You know, it wasn't easy for me either. Learn all of that, I mean." "Life wasn't so complicated when we were kids, wasn't it?" "Ha," Jay breathes out with a laugh, "no, no, it wasn't. Especially when no bully could scare you. But then some of those bullies grew up, but never overgrew the bully phase." Jay and I go to sit on the couch in the living room, and Max handles us some water. "So, how did it go?" "It went just fine," Jay answers. "I really need a shower, though." [[Next|Chapter 9]]

I feel determined. I finally feel that I might be able to help myself, rather than rely on others, even if I just started. "You look intense," Jay says. "Oh, I just feel... more confident." "That's good, then. Still, ease up a little," $jay_he says with a chuckle. "We don't need another Max." Jay and I go to sit on the couch in the living room, and Max handles us some water. "So, how did it go?" "It went just fine," Jay answers. "I really need a shower, though." [[Next|Chapter 9]]

I feel exhausted. It's been tiring for me, and I can't wait to finally relax. "You look tired," Jay says. "Same here. Let's kick Max out from that couch and crash there." Jay and I go to sit on the couch in the living room, and Max handles us some water. "So, how did it go?" "It went just fine," Jay answers. "I really need a shower, though." [[Next|Chapter 9]]

I am not sure what to feel... I think I regret it a bit. Fighting is probably not for me, and I hope I won't have to. "$nickname?" I hear Jay calling out. "...You never know what's going to happen. It's better to be prepared." And I know it's true, but I still feel uneasy. Jay and I go to sit on the couch in the living room, and Max handles us some water. "So, how did it go?" "It went just fine," Jay answers. "I really need a shower, though." [[Next|Chapter 9]]

<<set $relationshipmax to "Friends">><<if $maxwell is "Maxine">>After a few days of the almost exact same, $maxwell stands outside of a small building, with no other choice left. That's it, that's the address. The only few journalists' office in this town is right there. //'I can't believe I'm doing this,'// $max_he thinks. The door is open, but when Max comes in, $max_he doesn't see anyone, until a young person - probably an intern - comes out to investigate who has entered. "Morning. Am I too early?" "$max_mr- I meant, Deputy Jones!" they speak, nervously stuttering. "A little bit, but it's alright. Is something wrong?" "$max_mr Jones is fine. And you'd be?.." "Eli. Uh, Eli Suarez." "Pleasure," Max says before shifting to business: "There was someone who wanted to talk to me before. I am looking for him." The intern shifts uncomfortably, starting nibbling their star-shaped necklace, but manage to say: "Well, there's not a lot of us, that should be easy. What is his name?" "Kris Cliffhand." That has to be the name. $maxwell is sure of it. And yet $max_he couldn't find any trace of him. Intern looks at $max_him for a few seconds before answering: "He is not here." "Obviously," Max retorts. "No one is." "I meant I haven't seen him in a few days, and..." //'The reporter, who couldn't keep his nose out of the $surname case, is suddenly nowhere to be found?// $maxwell thinks, noticing their hesitation. //'Sounds about right.'// They sigh and look at Max from head to toe before quickly averting their brown eyes away. After a few moments thinking it through, they say: "F-fine. We don't have a lot of time before someone would come in, so let me just..." They grab a piece of paper and write something. Address. "That's outside of the town," $max_he notices. "Why wouldn't you give me his phone number?" "He's gotten paranoid, he wouldn't answer you. I don't know why." "How do you know any of it, then?" "I might have been a bit... nosy. When he found out, asked to keep it down while helping him," they pause for a moment. "So you'd know, I am only telling you this because I know what happened recently! You know what I am talking about." "Of course you do." "I am a reporter!.. Well, not yet actually, but I am getting there." "And when did you find out about that, //reporter//?" "...Just last morning," they say, thankful that they can't get a visible blush, "heard my co-workers gossiping." ...On the bright side, at least Jay is not going to make too much fun of $max_him. "He might not be there, though. So I'd recommend going now, while it's still early. Or very late."<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxwell">>After a few days of the almost exact same, $maxwell stands outside of a small building, with no other choice left. That's it, that's the address. The only few journalists' office in this town is right there. //'I can't believe I'm doing this,'// $max_he thinks. The door is open, but when Max comes in, $max_he doesn't see anyone, until a young person - probably an intern - comes out to investigate who has entered. "Morning. Am I too early?" "$max_mr- I meant, Deputy Jones!" they call out. "A little bit, but it's alright. Is something wrong?" "$max_mr Jones is fine. And you'd be?.." "Eli. Uh, Eli Suarez." "Pleasure," Max says before shifting to business: "There was someone who wanted to talk to me before. I am looking for him." The intern shifts uncomfortably, starting nibbling their star-shaped necklace, but manage to say: "Well, there's not a lot of us, that should be easy. What is his name?" "Kris Cliffhand." That has to be the name. $maxwell is sure of it. And yet $max_he couldn't find any trace of him. Intern looks at $max_him for a few seconds before answering: "He is not here." "Obviously," Max retorts. "No one is." They look away. "I meant I haven't seen him in a few days, and..." //'The reporter, who couldn't keep his nose out of the $surname case, is suddenly nowhere to be found?// $maxwell thinks, noticing their hesitation. //'Sounds about right.'// They sigh, while still looking away. After a few moments thinking it through, they say: "Fine. We don't have a lot of time before someone would come in, so let me just..." They grab a piece of paper and write something. Address. "That's outside of the town," $max_he notices. "Why wouldn't you give me his phone number?" "He's gotten paranoid, he wouldn't answer you. I don't know why." "How do you know any of it, then?" "I might have been a bit... nosy. When he found out, asked to keep it down while helping him," they pause for a moment. "I am only telling you this because I know what happened recently. You know what I am talking about." "Of course you do." "I am a reporter!.. Well, not yet actually, but I am getting there." "And when did you find out about that, //reporter//?" "...Just last morning," they admit, "heard my co-workers gossiping." ...On the bright side, at least Jay is not going to make too much fun of $max_him. "He might not be there, though. So I'd recommend going now, while it's still early. Or very late."<</if>> //'So they are keeping it on the low.'// Max sighs, "At any rate, thank you." [[Next|Chapter9-1]]

I sit down near $maxwell once we are on a break. I take a glass of cool water out of $maxwell's hand, that $max_he is holding out for me. "We can finish for today," $maxwell says. <div class="choice">[[I mostly defended myself, I want to try to fight too.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Agree.|MTrainingAgree]]</div>

"Yeah, good idea," I say. After the training I feel... <div class="choice">[[Upset. I feel I should have done better.|MaxTrainingLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[Determent.|MaxTrainingLast2]]</div><div class="choice">[[Tired.|MaxTrainingLast3]]</div><div class="choice">[[Regretful. I don't think I can do this in a real fight...|MaxTrainingLast4]]</div>

As our training went, I was mostly trying not to get hit, even though $max_he has showed and explained more than just that, and I want to try and fight. <<if $cooperative gt $stubborn>>"Can I fight you?"<<elseif $stubborn gte $cooperative>>"I want to fight you. Rather than just defend, I mean."<</if>> $maxwell blinks surprised at me, but then seems to figure out what I am actually asking: "If you want to." I nod. "We continue in five minutes, if you don't mind." It took me a bit more than five minutes, but we are there. "It's better to try and kick the opponent, rather then throw a punch at them," $maxwell explains, "But if that's what you want to do; go on, try to hit me. Just like I showed you." <<if $fight is "true">>So I do. I launch out at $max_him, putting my whole body in one punch. $max_He deflects, but I quickly recover and stand face to face again. "Not bad," I hear $max_him say.<<elseif $fight is "false">>I shift a little at one place, hesitating, and $maxwell so patiently waits. I remember $max_him telling me to use my whole body, rather than just my hand, so I try - but $max_he blocks my fist. "Try again," $max_he says. So I do.<</if>> We've been doing this for some time, and I get more and more tired. At one point, $maxwell pushes me and I get trapped between $max_him and the wall, my wrists in $max_his hands. We are panting heavily, //no, I am// panting heavily. <<if $height is "short" or $height is "average">>I blink to get my eyes to focus, and my eyes slide from $maxwell's chest up to $max_his face. I look away, realizing it. "Are you okay?" $max_he talks. "I haven't hurt you, have I?" "No, no, I'm alright," I breath out.<<else>> I blink to get my eyes to focus and tilt my head a bit to look right into $maxwell's eyes. "Seems like you've won," I say. "Seems so," $max_he chuckles.<</if>> <div class="choice">[[We continue for a little more.|MaxtAnsw1]]</div><div class="choice">[[I wish I could do all of that too.|MaxtAnsw2]]</div><div class="choice">[[I get flustered.|MaxtAnsw3]]</div>

"You know what to do here," $maxwell says. I try to kick $max_him and to spin my wrists, so I could get out. $max_He urges me to do so again, until I get it right; and we continue for a little more. [[Next|MaxTrainingQ]]

$maxwell has impressed me before, but now... I wish I was able to be like that.<<if $height is "short">>Even though $max_he has a clear advantage there...<</if>> "$name?" $max_he says, letting me go. <<if $cold gt $warm>>"I'm fine," I say shortly, "let's just continue."<<elseif $warm gte $cold>>"Uh, yeah, sorry," I say. "We should continue."<</if>> [[Next|MaxTrainingQ]]

$max_He is too close, //again//, but now, with my hands pinned down and my body trapped between $max_his and the wall I feel something more building up inside me... Suddenly $maxwell lets me go, leaving me befuddled. Before I could talk, $max_he clears $max_his throat and says: "We should continue." I feel exhausted when we are finished. I can't say $maxwell has been pushing me too hard, but I am not really used to this.<<if $fight is "true">>Not anymore, at least.<</if>> [[Next|MaxTrainingQ]]

I can't help but feel a little bit upset. I feel I should have done better, and I am not sure if I'll be good enough... "Hey," I hear $maxwell's voice before feeling a hand on my shoulder, "you did good. It's just a start, after all." <<if $sincere gt $sarcastic>>"T-thanks, Max."<<elseif $sincere eq $sarcastic>>"Thanks, Max."<<elseif $sarcastic gt $sincere>>"Aw, you worry about me, Max?" I put a smile on my face. "You don't need to." $maxwell looks at me for a bit and sighs.<</if>> We go and sit down at the couch, and Jay gives us some water. "Hope you didn't go easy on $max_him, $nickname," Jay smiles. I smile at Jay and shake my head at $jay_his words. <<if $sarcastic gte 13>>"Of course I didn't," I say and when I look at Max I can see $max_him smile a little. "Yeah, right."<</if>> [[Next|Chapter 9]]

I feel determined. I finally feel that I might be able to help myself, rather than rely on others, even if I just started. "How do you feel?" I hear $maxwell's voice. "Oh, I'm fine, don't worry." <<nobr>><<if $sarcastic gte 15>>$maxwell looks at me intensely. "I mean it!" I say. $max_He chuckles.<</if>> <</nobr>>"Good," $maxwell says, smiling. "You did good." "Thanks, Max," I say. We go and sit down at the couch, and Jay gives us some water. "Hope you didn't go easy on $max_him, $nickname," Jay smiles. I smile at Jay and shake my head at $jay_his words. <<if $sarcastic gte 13>>"Of course I didn't," I say and when I look at Max I can see $max_him smile a little. "Yeah, right."<</if>> [[Next|Chapter 9]]

I feel exhausted. It's been tiring for me, and I can't wait to finally relax. "Let's just go and get some rest," $maxwell says coming up to me. "Jay probably takes up all the space on that couch." "I know," Max smiles, "you'd think $jay_he wouldn't need so much space." We go and sit down at the couch, and Jay gives us some water. "Hope you didn't go easy on $max_him, $nickname," Jay smiles. I smile at Jay and shake my head at $jay_his words. <<if $sarcastic gte 13>>"Of course I didn't," I say and when I look at Max I can see $max_him smile a little. "Yeah, right."<</if>> [[Next|Chapter 9]]

I am not sure what to feel... I think I regret it a bit. Fighting is probably not for me, and I hope I won't have to. "Hey," $maxwell says, putting a hand on my shoulder, "It's going to be okay." <<nobr>> <<if $sarcastic gte 10>>"Yeah, because isn't it always," I say. $max_He just sighs.<</if>> <</nobr>>We go and sit down at the couch, and Jay gives us some water. "Hope you didn't go easy on $max_him, $nickname," Jay smiles. I smile at Jay and shake my head at $jay_his words. <<if $sarcastic gte 13>>"Of course I didn't," I say and when I look at Max I can see $max_him smile a little. "Yeah, right."<</if>> [[Next|Chapter 9]]

After the training I feel... <div class="choice">[[Upset. I feel I should have done better.|MaxTrainingLast1]]</div><div class="choice">[[Determined.|MaxTrainingLast2]]</div><div class="choice">[[Tired.|MaxTrainingLast3]]</div><div class="choice">[[Regretful. I don't think I can do this in a real fight...|MaxTrainingLast4]]</div>

"$maxwell. Definitely." I see $maxwell smirk while Jay frowns. "Yeah, we'll see about that." <<if $betmaxjay is 0>>Jay definitely didn't like me saying that $jay_he would lose, and $jay_his attacks became a bit more frustrated and rush. Just in a few moments, when Jay throws another punch, $maxwell pushes $jay_him from behind right on the floor, with one hand pressing Jay's arm down to $jay_his back, and another on $jay_his upper back, to keep Jay steady; $maxwell pressing $max_his whole body onto Jay's. "Looks like $name was right," $maxwell says smiling just a bit, towering above Jay. "Ugh, shut up. And get your gorilla hands off me already!" Jay growls and wiggles under $maxwell. As they settle in the living room afterwards, I bring them both cold water. "Thank you," $maxwell says, taking a glass from me. "Whatever," Jay mumbles instead. Seems like someone is still pissed off. "You can't be angry with me," I say. "Plus, you //did// lose!" <<if $maxwell is "Maxwell">>"Come on. No shame in it. Max is way bigger than you... and trained." Jay just grumbles.<<else>>"Come on. No shame in it. Max is professionally trained!" Jay just grumbles.<</if>> "Ha. 'Trained'. Like a d-" "Ryans," $maxwell warns and Jay starts laughing. "Aw, come on. But you know, you are lucky this wasn't a real fight." "Oh, //I am// lucky?"<</if>><<if $betmaxjay is 1>>Jay definitely didn't like me saying that $jay_he would lose, and it seems like $jay_he is even more determined to win now. $jay_His punches become faster, until $jay_he suddenly uses $jay_his leg, kicking $maxwell in the shin and then urges forwards, pushing $max_him down, having $maxwell pinned to the floor, with one hand on $max_his upper chest and the other on $max_his throat; while practically sitting on top of $max_him. "Well, well, well," Jay smirks triumphantly, "look who's won." "Yeah, fine, congrats," $maxwell pushes $jay_his hand off $max_himself, "happy now?" Jay gets up and $maxwell follows. "...Thanks anyway," $max_he says to me. As they settle in the living room afterwards, I bring them both cold water. "Thank you," $maxwell says, taking a glass from me. "Yeah, thanks," Jay utters a bit bitterly. "You are not angry with me, are you?" I ask. "Oh no, why would I be?" "Come on, Jay. You won!" "Yeah, and you didn't believe I would!" I look at $maxwell for help. "Seriously?" $maxwell says. "I lost to //you//. I should be angry right now." "And what's that supposed to mean?" $maxwell throws me a quick glance and I notice $max_him smirk just a little. I chuckle. "You are lucky this wasn't a real fight!" "Oh, //I am// lucky?"<</if>> I smile at them, and when they both look at me, I see them both light up a bit more. [[Next|Chapter 9]]

"You are doing well, Jay. I think you've got this." Jay smiles triumphantly and $maxwell rolls $max_his eyes. "Don't celebrate yet, you haven't won." "//Yet.//" <<if $betmaxjay is 0>>Me telling Jay that $jay_he would win probably has boosted Jay's confident even more, but I feel like $maxwell is now even more determent to win. $max_He acts even more carefully, and it seems to frustrate Jay, making $jay_him act more rashly. Just in a few moments, when Jay throws another punch, $maxwell pushes $jay_him from behind right on the floor, with one hand pressing Jay's arm down to $jay_his back, and another on $jay_his upper back, to keep Jay steady; $maxwell pressing $max_his whole body onto Jay's. "Do I even need to say anything?" $maxwell says with a faint smirk. "No, so shut up. And get off me already," Jay growls and wiggles under $maxwell. As they settle in the living room afterwards, I bring them both cold water. They both thank me, and I sit in between. Jay still trying to fix $jay_his hair but then $jay_he looks at me, smirking: "You know. You saying I'd win means more for me than actually winning this." $maxwell snorts at Jay's words. "Oh, really?" I ask, smirk matching $jay_his. "Yep. Plus, Max is kind of lucky this wasn't a real fight." "I am sorry, //I am// lucky?"<</if>><<if $betmaxjay is 1>>Me telling Jay that $jay_he would win probably has boosted Jay's confident even more, and $jay_he seems even more determined to win now. $jay_His punches become faster, until $jay_he suddenly uses $jay_his leg, kicking $maxwell in the shin and then urges forwards, pushing $max_him down, having $maxwell pinned to the floor, with one hand on $max_his upper chest and the other on $max_his throat; while practically sitting on top of $max_him. "Did anyone even have any doubts?" Jay says smirking. "Yeah, fine, congrats," $maxwell pushes $jay_his hand off $max_himself, "happy now?" Jay gets up and $maxwell follows. "Oh, the happiest." As they settle in the living room afterwards, I bring them both cold water. They both thank me, and I sit in between. "This day cannot get any better," Jay talks. $maxwell completely ignores it, and I chuckle. <<nobr>> <<if $james is "jamie">>"Aw, come on, big $max_boy, you are not upset I could beat your ass?" "I am not. Stop gloating."<<elseif $james is "James" and $maxwell is "Maxwell">>"Aw, come on, big boy, you are not upset I could beat your ass?" "I am not. Stop gloating."<</if>><</if>><</nobr>> I smile at them, and when they both look at me, I see them both light up a bit more. [[Next|Chapter 9]]

Through my sleep I hear the phone ringing, waking me up. The next thing I hear is Jay groaning next to me - apparently, we passed out on a couch while watching movies, popcorn spilled on the floor. "Doesn't $max_he know you could just leave a message? God..." Jay complains before answering: "What?" Max talks over the phone, and in just a few seconds Jay puts the phone down after only saying "Fine." "What did $max_he say?" "Well, $max_he found the guy," Jay brings hand to $jay_his forehead. "Told me $max_he'd get me." "Get you? I'm coming too." "You are not even fully awake." <div class="choice">[["\"I'm in this too!\""|Ch9Answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Are you?\""|Ch9Answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"I am not giving you a choice.\""|Ch9Answ3]]</div>

"Are you?" "I'm jus' fine." "Sure you are. We got what, three hours of sleep?" "I'm like this even after twelve hours. But yeah, sure. Not like I am thrilled with the idea of staying alone with Max anyway." Right... "So where is Max getting you? Does $max_he even know you are here?" "...Shit." [[Next|Chapter9-2]]

"I am not giving you a choice." Jay turns $jay_his face to me and bursts into a laughter: "Pff, so dramatic! I am not going to argue with you, it's not like I am thrilled with the idea of staying alone with Max anyway." Right... "So where is Max getting you? Does $max_he even know you are here?" "...Shit." [[Next|Chapter9-2]]

"We've been over it. I'm in this!" "I know, just..." Jay sighs sleepily. "Yeah, okay. Fine. Not like I am thrilled with the idea of staying alone with Max anyway." Right... "So where is Max getting you? Does $max_he even know you are here?" "...Shit." [[Next|Chapter9-2]]

Inside of the room is a complete chaos and no sign of the reporter. The windows are locked and covered, and the place is //boiling//. As if I need this add to my problem. "Looks like your room," I tell Jay. "Shut up, it's not that bad!.. My room is not that bad, I mean. At least it's not that heated, I feel I am about to start melting here," Jay says, taking off the jacket. "This is my nightmare," Max almost whispers. Then $max_he gets to a covered board and takes the blanket off it. "Of course he would have something like this," Jay speaks up, while Max and I inspect it closely. "Is that the sheriff?" "It is." "Who's next to him, crossed out, with black question marks?" "This last name... might be the deputy... that was even before the previous one." "Huh," $jay_he says, before turning away from us and going next to table. "Why is there a leaf?" I ask. A dried dark red leaf... "Hey, look," Jay call out, interrupting my thoughts, "there are some notes of his. //Don't trust anyone in the station.// He was onto something there." "Let me look," Max says. I stay in front of the board, trying to figure out more. There's some warehouse, right next to the label 'Lilac Poison' and a photo of an older woman - who seems to be wearing Asps' jacket - I don't recognize. "Are you serious?" Jay swears, making me turn and come up to them. "Of course I wouldn't know that!" "What happened?" I ask. "Here," Max shows me. //'...was working on something involving the Asp Kings, and someone didn't like that. My best guess is the other Asps, who didn't like him being all in their business.// //'That's why sheriff wants me to leave the new deputy out of my work?'// //'Warehouse deeper in the woods, somewhere near the Hollow Lake Park, near the well. No luck yet. Gossip from Asps, might not be true.'// "There's also... the sheriff wanted him to leave the town, and forget everything happening there." "Well, he did leave." "I am serious." "Hey, Max," I hear Jay talk again, "Why does the board say 'Matthews seems protective of' and the arrow leads to your name?" "My grandfather was sort of a mentor to him. I guess, that's why." I read the last part that's written in the journal. "It all seems like a..." "Test?" Max finishes the sentence. "At least that is definitely true." "So, what now?" Jay says, taking the picture of the board. "Do we take the notebook and leave, or?..' "No. We shouldn't even be here right now. We just leave." "Fantastic, another two hours ride," Jay groans. "But we can go to Robin and ask about that deputy business and the rumors." "Was Robin even the leader back then?" I ask. "Don't think so, $rob_he probably was in early twenties or something? But $rob_he had to be a King's right hand before it." "Who was their leader before?" Max asks. "Doesn't really matter, you can say she is... out of the picture," Jay says, pointing at that picture of a woman in the leather jacket on the board. "I see." "Not dead, just in jail," Jay elaborates. "Huh, wonder what happens to Asps when she's out. If she survives there, of course. But whatever," Jay says, getting up. "Are we going or what?" "Are you going to warn Robin we're coming?" I ask. "We'll surprise $rob_him," Jay answers lightly. "Plus, no way $rob_he is telling us anything on a phone. Let's go." "What if $rob_he is not there?" Max asks this time. "I know Robin, and I know $rob_his, well, schedule." "Alright, then," I say. "Don't forget your jacket," Max tells Jay. "Never," Jay says, jokingly putting a hand on $jay_his chest. When we leave the motel and go back towards the car, I... <div class="choice">[[Sit next to the driver sit with Max.]]</div><div class="choice">[[Sit behind next to Jay.]]</div><div class="choice">[[I don't really care where to sit.]]</div>

Jay tells Max where to pull over, and as we get out of the car, Jay confidently walks towards the buildings we can't get closer with the car. "Rob's at the local gym. We'll get inside from the backdoor in the alley." "Why is it always fire exits?" I ask, and Jay chuckles. "$rob_He is probably done by now, and $rob_he leaves without drawing attention." "$rob_He wouldn't want to get attention, seriously?" Max talks bluntly. "And how do you know so much about Robin's plans, Jay?" "I... just do." <div class="choice">[["It's a little... odd." I still can't figure out what exactly they think of each other.|Ch10-1answ1]]</div><div class="choice">[["Is it because you think Robin is so-o cool?" I tease.|Ch10-1answ2]]</div><div class="choice">[["\"Who exactly is Robin to you?\""|Ch10-1answ3]]</div>

When Max arrives, I am still half-asleep, so I miss the conversation and why is Max showing us a piece of paper, but Jay looks at it and snorts when $jay_he turns it. I don't get a chance to see what's so funny, and Max seems to be confused by that reaction. What I also don't notice, is Max sneaking a glance at me and the subtle hint of smile that creeps across $max_his face after seeing me. I swear I could hear Jay's 'Are we there yet' at some point, but the next time I actually wake up, we're probably just twenty minutes away from Hollowpass, and I realize I feel nauseous. <<if $height is "very tall" or $height is "tall">>Jay elbows me, and I try to push $jay_him off and say: "Stop it, there's no space for this," which makes $jay_him stretch even more as I sigh.<<elseif $height is "short" or $height is "average">>At least we have some space so I try to settle as comfortably as I can, trying to suppress a sigh.<</if>> "You okay, $name?" "I just need some sleep," I say. "Do you feel sick? You didn’t usually get sick during car trips." "This only happens when we go out of the town lately," I say. Same happened to my brother too... "Wow, are you so used to our air? Maybe you should get out more." "Should we stop?" I hear Max say. "No, no," I answer, and lie back as much as I can again, "it’s fine." Two hours later, we arrive. It's a //very// cheap motel, and its exterior leaves much to be desired. Jay stretches and yawns next to me on the backseat. "We are here, wake up, you two," I hear Max say. "We're awake. Are you sure this is the place?" I ask, looking at the state of the building we are supposed to go in. Jay snorts.<<if $gender is "non-binary">> "Get used to it, your highness."<<elseif $gender is "man">> "Get used to it, prince."<<elseif $gender is "woman">> "Get used to it, princess."<</if>> [[Next|Chapter9-3]]

When we go inside, Max talks with the receptionist for just a few seconds, before leading up to the stairs. Going up might have woken up us a little, since Jay just starts asking questions: "What if he doesn't tell us anything? What if he doesn't even know anything, really? What- " "$james," $maxwell talks, "we'll see how it goes," $max_he says, turning $max_his gaze away from Jay to look for the right door, and knocks. No answer. Max knocks louder. "Seriously?" I groan. "Could it be just open?" Jay talks without even trying to hide $jay_his annoyance. "Who would just leave the door--" Max stops $max_himself after opening the door without a problem. "...Is he there?" I ask after a few seconds. "I don't see anyone," Max answers. "Whatever, let's just go in," Jay says, doing just so. [[Next|Chapter9-4]]

I walk towards the passenger seat in the front and get in the car, next to Max. Jay settles behind us and sits in the middle, and I can already tell that this may not be a quiet road. "Can you turn on the music?" Jay asks. "No," Max answers dryly, but Jay is already stretching $jay_his hand out. "I wasn't asking you, actually, but I'll do it myself." "Can we talk about something more important?" I say. "Why are you so sure Robin will tell us what $rob_he knows, for example?" "Don't worry, I have a card up my sleeve." "We'll just have to trust $jay_him on this," Max sighs. "Wait, I couldn't quite catch it. What was that again?" Max sighs heavily and talks: "Let's just... not get separated again this time." "Interesting word choice for sure," Jay adds $jay_his two cents. I put the music a bit louder, but not before changing the channel. [[Next|Chapter 10]]

I walk towards the passenger seat and instead of going around the car to sit next to me, Jay just gets into the car after me. Slamming the door shut, $jay_he throws me a glance: "We just need to talk to Robin, and then we leave. Preferably, with something," Jay looks at me again and adds, "And don't wander off again, please." "I am not going to 'wander off'." "Sure, I believe you," sarcasm is clear in $jay_his voice. "I don't think you do," I argue back. "Stop it, you two," we hear a very tired voice from the front seat. "Better think how are we going to convince Robin to talk." "If $rob_he knows anything..." I say. "At least //someone// there has to know something about it. Asps were involved, after all." [[Next|Chapter 10]]

"Shotgun," Jay announces loudly, which makes me roll my eyes. "Do you have to?" Max grumbles. "Exactly, how old are you?" "I mean, do you have to sit next to me..." "I do, since you hate it that much," Jay says, getting in the car. Surprisingly, Jay doesn't start annoying the hell out of Max, but $jay_he does pick the music $jay_himself, although Max doesn't comment on that as well. Jay looks behind at me and says: "Someone there has to know something about it, since asps were involved." I nod and sit comfortably at the back, almost dozing off to the music playing. I can distinctly hear the quiet talking, which stops eventually when we get near. [[Next|Chapter 10]]

"It's a little... odd." I still can't figure out what exactly they think of each other. Jay isn't one of them, and yet... "No, it's not," Jay protests. "Robin is just pretty much the only one I've got around here who I can rely on." "That's it? This is why you are following $rob_him like a puppy now?" Max asks, making Jay stop and turn to $max_him. After several seconds of looking at each other, Max opens $max_his mouth to say something else, but Jay with a few big steps reaches $max_him. "You have no idea what you are talking about," $jay_he snarls. "Say something like that again. I dare you." <<if $james is "Jamie">>Even though Max practically towers above Jamie, she still looks like she is going to jump $max_him any minute.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxine" and $james is "James">>Standing very close to each other, Max doesn't really seem that impressed - Jay only has a few inches on her, and I hope that won't get ugly.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxwell" and $james is "James">>Standing very close to each other, Max doesn't really seem that impressed; and we really don't need this rooster fight right now.<</if>> And here I thought they would get along... I clear my throat: "Now is not the time for that." They both glance at me. "Yeah, right," Jay says first, "Of course it's not. Not like you started it or anything," Jay says bluntly while ruffling $jay_his hair and throwing Max one last glance, and I stare at both of them in disbelief. "Let's go." $maxwell just sighs and follows $jay_him. As we walk further, no one speaks. I go last, looking around, until I feel something lightly hits my back. I turn back and see a young person with light - well, bleached - hair gesturing to come closer. <div class="choice">[[Go.|Ch10-Go]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't go.|Ch10-DontGo]]</div>

"Is it because you think Robin is so-o cool?" I tease, and I swear I hear Max snort. "Well, yeah, I mean-, No! I just don't really..." Jay stumbles on $jay_his own words and sighs. "Robin is just pretty much the only one I've got around here who I can rely on." "That's it? This is why you are following $rob_him like a puppy now?" Max asks, making Jay stop and turn to $max_him. After several seconds of looking at each other, Max opens $max_his mouth to say something else, but Jay with a few big steps reaches $max_him. "You have no idea what you are talking about," $jay_he snarls. "Say something like that again. I dare you." <<if $james is "Jamie">>Even though Max practically towers above Jamie, she still looks like she is going to jump $max_him any minute.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxine" and $james is "James">>Standing very close to each other, Max doesn't really seem that impressed - Jay only has a few inches on her, and I hope that won't get ugly.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxwell" and $james is "James">>Standing very close to each other, Max doesn't really seem that impressed; and we really don't need this rooster fight right now.<</if>> And here I thought they would get along... I clear my throat: "Now is not the time for that." They both glance at me. "Yeah, right," Jay says first, "Of course it's not. Not like you started it or anything," Jay says bluntly while ruffling $jay_his hair and throwing Max one last glance, and I stare at both of them in disbelief. "Let's go." $maxwell just sighs and follows $jay_him. As we walk further, no one speaks. I go last, looking around, until I feel something lightly hits my back. I turn back and see a young person with light - well, bleached - hair gesturing to come closer. <div class="choice">[[Go.|Ch10-Go]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't go.|Ch10-DontGo]]</div>

"What exactly is $rob_he to you?" Jay tilts $jay_his head and smiles. "Jealous?" <<if $relationshipjay is "crush">>I almost stumble on my words but manage to talk: "Y-you wish!"<<else>>I roll my eyes and say: "You wish."<</if>> Jay just smirks and shakes $jay_his head: "Robin is just pretty much the only one I've got around here who I can rely on." "That's it? This is why you are following $rob_him like a puppy now?" Max asks, making Jay stop and turn to $max_him. After several seconds of looking at each other, Max opens $max_his mouth to say something else, but Jay with a few big steps reaches $max_him. "You have no idea what you are talking about," $jay_he snarls. "Say something like that again. I dare you." <<if $james is "Jamie">>Even though Max practically towers above Jamie, she still looks like she is going to jump $max_him any minute.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxine" and $james is "James">>Standing very close to each other, Max doesn't really seem that impressed - Jay only has a few inches on her, and I hope that won't get ugly.<<elseif $maxwell is "Maxwell" and $james is "James">>Standing very close to each other, Max doesn't really seem that impressed; and we really don't need this rooster fight right now.<</if>> And here I thought they would get along... I clear my throat: "Now is not the time for that." They both glance at me. "Yeah, right," Jay says first, "Of course it's not. Not like you started it or anything," Jay says bluntly while ruffling $jay_his hair and throwing Max one last glance, and I stare at both of them in disbelief. "Let's go." $maxwell just sighs and follows $jay_him. As we walk further, no one speaks. I go last, looking around, until I feel something lightly hits my back. I turn back and see a young person with light - well, bleached - hair gesturing to come closer. <div class="choice">[[Go.|Ch10-Go]]</div><div class="choice">[[Don't go.|Ch10-DontGo]]</div>

<<set $reckless to $reckless + 1>><<set $metval to "false">>I quickly look back, and then go towards him. They can deal with Robin themselves - while I might try to do at least something by myself. He leads me back, to the narrow empty area further. "Uh, hello? Is there some problem--?" "You are the problem," he suddenly almost hisses, slowly turning around and I see a knife in his hand. "We told you to stay away!" "What--" I don't get to finish the sentence, as he launches forward at me. <<if $fight is "false" and $training is "no">><<set $cutarm to "true">>I get out of the way as quick as I can, but that leaves me with no way out of this now. He swings his knife at me, and I raise my hands to protect myself, and it cuts through my clothes, not hitting my skin. The second time I am not that lucky. I look at my arm and see blood coming out of the wound, while I hiss from the pain.<<elseif $fight is "true" and $training is "no">><<set $cutarm to "false">>I try to remember what to do, quickly dodging out of the way, but his knife slits through my clothes, just barely slitting through my skin. I grab his wrist and twist it, making him drop his knife, and then punch him in the face, although it's not as efficient because of the way we stand next to each other.<<elseif $training is "Max">><<set $cutarm to "false">>I dodge out of the way, but his knife slits through my clothes, not touching me. I grab his wrist and twist it, making him lose his knife, and then hit him in the throat, which causes him to drop to his knees with a violent cough.<<elseif $training is "Jay">><<set $cutarm to "false">>I dodge out of the way, but his knife slits through my clothes, not touching me. I grab his wrist and twist it, making him drop his knife that I quickly get myself, and swing it at him, cutting his hand that's trying to reach me back.<</if>> The guy is suddenly being lifted and pinned against the wall, and when I look up I see Max being the one pushing him, while Jay runs towards me. "Are you okay?" Jay asks with worry. <<if $cutarm is "true">>$jay_His gaze falls on the arm I am holding and $jay_he calls out: "Shit, $name! Max, let Rob deal with him, get over here!" $maxwell looks at us and drops him, quite literally. Robin steps in, while Max takes some bandages that $max_he apparently carries around just in case; while Robin thrashes the guy.<<else>>"I'll be fine," I say. Robin steps inbetween Max and the boy.<</if>> "What the hell was that about," I hear Robin say, clearly missing out the beginning of the conversation, "What were you thinking?!" "What were //you// thinking?!" the asp snaps. Robin looks almost shocked by that expression. "It was all good when //she// was in charge, but now..." "Oh, I am sorry I want to prevent kids from practically killing themselves! We don't do //this// shit anymore. Not while I am in charge." "And for how long is that?" Robin looks like $rob_he is going to knock him out, but another person, a woman - and I realize it's the same woman I've seen in the bar with $rob_him - puts a hand on Robin's shoulder and asks: "Why did you attack $him?" "Why should I tell you? You all are just like-- " "He said," I interrupt, realizing he's not going to spill that now, "'We told you to stay away.'" Max looks back at the boy. "...Did you write the note?" "I..." "Note?" Robin asks. "A threat," Jay mentions, still in front of me. "Wait... Were you the one who told on me?!" "Do you think I am the only one?" he says. "There are a lot of us who don't want you ruining our thing. And you," he addresses Robin, "to be our 'king'." Robin comes closer, towering above the poor guy, and violently shoves him back into the wall. "You are going to tell me everything you know. Everything, or-" "Or what? You'd let $max_him arrest me? Oh, wait..." there's a pause when Robin throws a glance at Max, before looking back at him. "Oh, I wouldn't, and you know that." "So what, you going to torture me? Kill me? I thought we don't do this anymore." Robin pushes him harder. "Try me." The boy goes silent. "First, where do you even get it now?" Robin tries, but only gets a glare as an answer. Max looks at them with a realization in $max_his eyes. "Is it from the warehouse in the forest?" At first his look seems almost confused; and somehow it looks so not just from the guess, but because of something else. "It's... How do you know?" "Seems like someone there likes to talk too," Jay comments smugly, but he is still hesitant. "Seriously, Ben. Do you think you have a chance here?" Robin says, and the boy, Ben, sighs. "So where exactly is it?" "It's hard to find it... it's somewhere on the right side of the park's forest, far in. I am not even sure myself." "Then you are going with us." "What?! No, I am never in my life stepping a foot in that cursed place," Ben says. "Come on, you don't believe in that shit," Jay says, and yet I can see $jay_him tense a bit. "And we don't believe him," says the woman. "He comes with us." "Have you ever been there?" Max asks. "Of course not! I meant what I said." "Then we'll need someone who has," Robin mocks with a pretend sweet voice, "since you are not alone in this, right?" "Robin, please, don't," Ben pleads, and now he seems more like a lost kid than anything, "I can't, you know how it is..." "I know exactly how it is," Robin says with a sigh and then looks at Max, "Don't try to hide. We will talk about it again." "What?!" Max and Jay cry out at the same time, and Max adds more: "You can't just let him go!" "It's not that simple," Robin cuts $max_him off, "plus, do you want to run after him, giving us the chance to get our hands on whatever there is first?" "What-- " "Cam, we're going," Robin addresses the woman with $rob_him. "Clayton!" Max almost swears, left torn between getting the guy who attacked me and following Robin. "What an ass," Jay adds. "Thanks for your input, Ryans." "We have to follow them!" I speak. Max nods. <<nobr>>"Are you sure?" Jay asks me.<<if $training is "no">> "Is your arm okay?"<</if>><</nobr>> <<nobr>><<if $training is "no">>"I'll be fine," I say. <</if>> <</nobr>>With no other choice left, we get into Max's car, and follow Robin and Cam to the park. <<if $parkfeeling is "scared">>[[Next|Ch10-scrd]]<<else>>[[Next|Ch10-frneutral]]<</if>>

<<set $careful to $careful + 1>>I should at least warn my group, but when my hand almost reaches $maxwell's back, I look around and don't see him anywhere. With a sigh, I keep going, not saying anything. We go into some old gym that is clearly in need of some serious renovation, and see the only one standing at the back is a young woman I've already seen once at the bar with Robin, who looks like she's waiting for someone; and it's definitely not for us. Jay sighs, gesturing towards her. "Of course, why wouldn't you be here." She looks at $jay_him more than unimpressed. "We're looking for Robin." She rolls her eyes right before looking at me and then Max: "What about these two?" "Come on, $rob_he knows them." She folds her arms. "Fine. You two, stay here, Cam won't let you through," Jay says. "Rob's probably changing or something, you don't need to see it anyway." Both of us sensibly stay silent, and they both leave, while Max and I stay put. We stand without saying anything for a little while, before Max talks: "What happened there..." "Yes?" "$jay_He didn't mean that. And I said it without thinking." "Okay." "I don't want you two to fight because of what I did, you know." "I get it." $max_He runs a hand over $max_his hair. That could not have gone any more awkward... I want to add something, I really do, but the door leading towards the gym section suddenly opens. A tall blue-haired girl with piercings, probably in her twenties - and I swear I've seen her face somewhere - steps towards us; and there's no way to get it wrong - she is not here for a friendly chat. [[Next|Ch10-DontGo2]]

<<set $metval to "true">>"Of course you'd be with your //bodyguard//," she curses, gesturing towards Max. Max steps in front of me. "Excuse me?" "You don't belong here," she interrupts, almost breaking into a scream, "none of you!" I shake my head: "What are you talking about? Who even are--" "About the three of you! You let one in, $jay_he brings the others, and now you are in all our business... like it even concerns you." "Robin is just fine with us," Max talks, "and we have a reason to be here, trust me." "Of course $rob_he would be. That's part of the problem!" "What do you want from us?" I ask again. "We are not leaving." Max turns $max_his head to me and whispers: "She is not thinking straight." "You should. You are making it all worse..." "Making what worse?" I hear a voice I wasn't expecting, even though we probably all should have. The girl looks at Robin like she hasn't considered or has forgotten $rob_him even being here. "Well? Care to share with the class?" Jay, who is standing beside Robin, mocks and the person $jay_he has referred to as Cam before rolls her eyes. "It was better before you," she snaps, ignoring Jay. "We've been over this, Valerie," Robin steps closer to her. "Better how?" Cam asks and Jay adds: "//Before// everyone here was either going to end up in jail or found dead. Well, not you of course, she wouldn't risk your life." "I wouldn't be so sure about that, but," Robin says, "I'd love to hear what exactly //you// are trying to accomplish here." "Nothing. Not for now, anyway. But if you think I am the only one, you're mistaken." "You don't want us to get rid of the Poison." "Of course not! It's..." Robin gets closer and interrupts her: "Where do you get it?" "I... I am not-" "The forest," Max says, "there's a warehouse. Right? Someone has to deliver it there first." The Valerie girl looks almost confused, but somehow it seems so not just from the guess... "I... don't know what you are talking about." "Nice try," Cam smirks. "It doesn't matter. My point still stands! You," she points at me, "should stay away or else." "Is this a threat?" I ask. "A threat..." Jay repeats. "Did you write the note?" "A note?" Robin turns to us. "I did not," she answers. "One of you did," Max claims, and she shrugs. "Probably." Robin stands in front of her at this point and turns $rob_his head back to us, before returning to her: "Leave." $rob_He doesn't need to tell her twice. "What?" both Jay and Max counter. "You can't just..." "I can. What were you going to do, anyway?" They don't respond. "That's what I thought," $rob_he adds with a sigh. "Can't a $rob_man take a shower after the training in peace..." I notice $rob_his wet hair tips and catch myself looking at $rob_his shirt sticking to a wet skin and-- I glance away before Robin would notice and say anything to me in front of everyone. "I don't get it," Jay says, "she used to be fine with you." Robin completely ignores it and steps towards $maxwell: "What do you know about the warehouse?" Max tilts $max_his head and looks at Robin: "Why are you asking?" "$max_He is not going to tell you," Cam says. "But let me guess..." "Now is as good a time as any," Robin shrugs and gestures to her to come with $rob_him, fast. Jay and I stand stunned, while Max tries to get any answers of what just happened, but Robin's smirk and words that follow it are invitation enough: "Do you want to give us the chance to get our hands on whatever there is first, Jones?" "But I- we needed to-" Jay protests as they ignore $jay_him. "Wow. What an ass." Max sighs. "We need to go." They don't exactly give us a choice besides to follow them. <<if $parkfeeling is "scared">>[[Next|Ch10-scrd]]<<else>>[[Next|Ch10-frneutral]]<</if>>

<<if $metval is "false">>"We should go left," I say. Everyone looks at me at the same time, and I retreat: "Uh, just a hunch?" "What if that kid lied about the directions?" Max says, trying to save the moment. Robin looks at us closely, but then shrugs: "I don't think he did. But fine, we'll keep going straight, then."<<elseif $metval is "true">>"We should go left," I say. Everyone looks at me at the same time, and I retreat: "Uh, just a hunch?" "We don't know where to go. That's a start," Max says, trying to save the moment. Robin looks at us closely, but then shrugs: "Fine, we'll keep going straight, then."<</if>> When they are out of sight, Jay talks: "What was that about?" "Cliffhand's notes mentioned the well." "Oh, right," Jay says. "Good thing Rob is so sure we're just paranoid, then." "And good thing it's daylight," I mumble, looking around and //not// looking for all the wandering we'll have to do. "Oh, there are plenty of things to be scared of here at this time too," Jay smirks, and Max turns around. "After all, I've heard it's... cursed." "Don't listen to $jay_him, $name." "I try not to at times." "Yeah, don't worry, our knight over there will protect us-//you// from anything," Jay says, but then looks at me. "Wait, what was that?" [[Next|Ch10-Forest]]

<<if $metval is "false">>I keep quiet, so Max talks before Robin: "We'll turn left." At Robin's silent question, $max_he adds: "Just in case the kid was lying." "We did turn right already," Cam says, "as he said." "And I don't think he lied," Robin talks, and then thinks for a moment, taking a smoke. "Alright, fine. Cam and I go further in."<<elseif $metval is "true">>I keep quiet, so Max talks before Robin: "We'll go left." At Robin's silent question, $max_he adds: "We have to start somewhere, don't we?" Robin thinks for a moment, taking a smoke. "Alright, fine. Cam and I go further in."<</if>> When they are out of sight, Jay talks: "What was that about?" "Cliffhand's notes mentioned the well." "Oh, right," Jay says. "Good thing Rob is so sure we're just paranoid, then." "And good thing it's daylight," I mumble, looking around and //not// looking for all the wandering we'll have to do. "Oh, there are plenty of things to be scared of here at this time too," Jay smirks, and Max turns around. "After all, I've heard it's... cursed." "Don't listen to $jay_him, $name." "I try not to at times." "Yeah, don't worry, our knight over there will protect us-//you// from anything," Jay says, but then looks at me. "Wait, what was that?" [[Next|Ch10-Forest]]

We get there, and I immediately can feel the usual dim aura of the park. The two asps are ahead of us, but now we're able to quickly catch up to them. We step into the old park's territory, and I remember all my nightmares with my brother. I try to shake off the feeling. I try, but I fail. I step back without realizing it, but then I see Robin stopping in $rob_his track, and sparing me a glance. I look away and collect myself, going forwards. I feel $rob_he wants to say something, but I quickly catch up with Max and Jay. "You okay?" Jay asks, which makes Max look at me too. "Yeah. Let's just go." I still feel Robin's gaze on me, but I don't look at $rob_him. "Is there no way to, I don't know, go around this park?" Jay talks. <<if $metval is "false">>"What's the matter, Jay? I thought you don't believe in this stuff?" Robin mocks lightly. "Doesn't mean that this place still isn't creepy as hell." No one argues with that.<<elseif $metval is "true">>"Aw, what, are you scared, Ryans?" Cam mocks. "What- I am not. This place is just so creepy." She doesn't argue with that.<</if>> We keep going, and the silence keeps getting more and more uncomfortable, but I am sure I am not the only one feeling it. I suddenly stop when we come near the still frozen lake from my dreams. I almost //see// exactly what was happening in my nightmare but a sudden distraction makes me tear my gaze from the place - I hear Cam quietly swear. When I turn, I see her boot being stuck in the mud, and as she gets it free, she looks at me coldly with her brown eyes and deadpuns: "What?" "I didn't say anything." "It's not like I was planning for this bullshit," she grumbles. I look at her: she's wearing a tight leather skirt with tights and platformed boots. I keep going further. <<nobr>> <<if $style is "elegant" or $style is "formal">>"Oh, tell me about it," I say, gesturing at my outfit. She smiles, but it looks more like a smirk, as she moves past me.<</if>> <</nobr>>We go some more, turning right at the park's end as we've been told, but quickly enough realize that the information we're given, unsurprisingly, is not enough. "Shit, we are going to wander around here forever if we keep going," Cam says. "We can split," Max suggests. "I don't know about that..." Robin takes the cigarette box, getting one. "Fine. But if you are the ones to find the place... don't try to hide it from me," $rob_he warns, looking at Jay. "Aye aye," Jay says with a bored voice, which Robin completely ignores. "Well? Who is going where, then?" Cam says, lighting Robin's cigarette, when $rob_his lighter doesn't work. <div class="choice">[[I have no idea.|Ch10-2ansNo]]</div><div class="choice">[[I remember something, that gives me an idea...|Ch10-2ansYes]]</div>

We get there, and I immediately can feel the usual dim aura of the park. The two asps are ahead of us, but now we're able to quickly catch up to them. We step into the old park's territory, and I remember all my nightmares with my brother. I try to shake off the feeling. "Is there no way to, I don't know, go around this park?" Jay talks. <<if $metval is "false">>"What's the matter, Jay? I thought you don't believe in this stuff?" Robin mocks lightly. "Doesn't mean that this place still isn't creepy as hell." No one argues with that.<<elseif $metval is "true">>"Aw, what, are you scared, Ryans?" Cam mocks. "What- I am not. This place is just so creepy." She doesn't argue with that.<</if>> We keep going, and the silence keeps getting more and more uncomfortable, but I am sure I am not the only one feeling it. I suddenly stop when we come near the still frozen lake from my dreams. I almost //see// exactly what was happening in my nightmare but a sudden distraction makes me tear my gaze from the place - I hear Cam quietly swear. When I turn, I see her boot being stuck in the mud, and as she gets it free, she looks at me coldly with her brown eyes and deadpuns: "What?" "I didn't say anything." "It's not like I was planning for this bullshit," she grumbles. I look at her: she's wearing a tight leather skirt with tights and platformed boots. I keep going further. <<nobr>> <<if $style is "elegant" or $style is "formal">>"Oh, tell me about it," I say, gesturing at my outfit. She smiles, but it looks more like a smirk, as she moves past me.<</if>> <</nobr>>We go some more, turning right at the park's end as we've been told, but quickly enough realize that the information we're given, unsurprisingly, is not enough. "Shit, we are going to wander around here forever if we keep going," Cam says. "We can split," Max suggests. "I don't know about that..." Robin takes the cigarette box, getting one. "Fine. But if you are the ones to find the place... don't try to hide it from me," $rob_he warns, looking at Jay. "Aye aye," Jay says with a bored voice, which Robin completely ignores. "Well? Who is going where, then?" Cam says, lighting Robin's cigarette, when $rob_his lighter doesn't work. <div class="choice">[[I have no idea.|Ch10-2ansNo]]</div><div class="choice">[[I remember something, that gives me an idea...|Ch10-2ansYes]]</div>

We keep going for about another ten minutes, and the further we go, the more colorful the woods get. I can still see a little bit of the snow on the trees and the road - clear snow, still somehow not dirtied from the ground and weather. I feel almost enchanted by this forest, and even the complete silence isn't bothering me. Jay's groan distracts me: "Are we sure we are going the right way? It's been forever." "It's been less than ten minutes, but yes, this has to be the right way," Max says. "Has to be or is the right way?" "At least it's not as bad as I thought," I say. Jay looks up at the trees. "I know. I feel kinda odd though. Like I am about to fall asleep - which is why I don't want to spend another ten minutes here." "What... do you mean?" Max asks, looking at us, not understanding. "Uh, look around?" "The forest is different now, don't you see?" Max looks around. "Yes, I guess it is. But... I can hardly find it that captivating." "Wow," Jay breathes out with a small laugh, "I know some people are hard to impress, but you are something else, Jones." $max_He looks at us confused, but doesn't say anything. $max_His hesitance has made me aware of our surroundings, and somehow I sense more than before - a feeling I don't like, and a cold shiver ran down my spine. <div class="choice">[[Get closer to Max.|Ch10-wwithMax]]</div><div class="choice">[[Get closer to Jay.|Ch10-wwithJay]]</div><div class="choice">[[Stay as you are.|Ch10-wAlone]]</div>

Trying to get away from it, I shift closer to Max. $max_He notices it. "Everything's okay?" I turn my head to face $max_him and say: "Oh, yeah. It's nothing." "I mean after what happened today." "That was... intense. But for now we have something else to worry about." <<nobr>> <<if $cutarm is "true">>"And what about your hand? Does it hurt?"<</if>> <</nobr>><<if $cutarm is "true">>"Stings a bit, but it's fine."<</if>> "Okay," $max_he quietly answers. $max_He looks at me and softly says: "I also wanted..." "Wow, really?" Jay suddenly gets inbetween us, interrupting Max. "Not even going to include me in your conversation while I am right here?" Max groans. "Just stay behind me, we can't be too far." [[Next|Ch10-5]]

Trying to get away from it, I go near Jay. "Here you are," $jay_he speaks in a soft voice. "You seemed lost for a moment." I look over $jay_him and say: "So did you." "I know. This place is... weird. More so than I've thought before, I mean." I agree, but I don't answer. "I didn't mean to snap at you before," I hear Jay say. After a second, $jay_he adds: "I didn't know how to bring this up so... I just did. I am sorry." "Can't believe Max riled you up that much," I chuckle. "Max, out of all people." "Ugh, you can say that again." I open my mouth to tease $jay_him more, but get interrupted: "Uh, don't actually do it!" <<if $cutarm is "true">>Jay sighs and looks at me first, then at my arm. "How's your hand?" "Better. Still stings, though," I say and Jay answers with a nod.<</if>> [[Next|Ch10-5]]

We keep going; and at one point I feel so tired that I... don't actually feel anything. I keep mindlessly following my group - right until I notice something on my left. Before turning I'm able to register what I see: two figures; a woman with short dark hair leading the other person towards the same direction as we are going - but when I actually turn my head to look at them, I feel like I am being pulled out of the dream and realize that there's no one is here besides us. I shake my head and go on, until this drifts away from my memory like every night dreams. <<if $metval is "true">>"$nickname?" I hear Jay calling. "You're coming or what?"<<elseif $metval is "false">>"$nickname?" I hear Jay calling. "Are you going to run off again?"<</if>> <<nobr>><<if $metval is "false">>"I don't... nevermind."<</if>> <</nobr>>Jay looks over me again, as I come closer.. "We're good, are we?" I nod. "Okay," $jay_he says once again, "good." [[Next|Ch10-5]]

Max abruptly stops, with Jay almost bumping into $max_his back. "What now?" Jay asks. "Nothing," Max says and nods at something. "Just wasn't expecting to see that." I glance at where they are looking at -- "You weren't expecting to... To see a tree. In a forest. What a sensation, maybe we actually will find Cliffhand here?" As they talk, //or rather as Max groans, // we get closer to it: besides the fact that it's probably one of the biggest trees out there, its leaves are not green. "...It stands out in this wasteland, if you still haven't noticed," Max states through $max_his teeth as it's obvious. "What do you mean, 'wasteland'? Have you seen this place?" I raise my hand to one of lots of entangled branches with purple-red leaves, and it almost seems like it's reaching back. //It looks too familiar...// "What are you talking about?" I go around, and notice something seemingly out of place: small branches, - or vines - covered in moss and flowers the same color as the leaves covering something. I lean down and reach for it… <div class="choice">[[Try to uncover it.|Ch10-5Reck]]</div><div class="choice">[[Leave it.|Ch10-5Car]]</div>

That is a good damn question. I hear Cam's voice behind me, and I see Robin ahead. "What… who… is that?" Jay asks. Robin and Max get closer to the tree, but there's nothing left - nothing, except for the fallen flowers. "That's…" Max whispers, kneeling down and picking up one of the flowers. "That was him." "Seems like we've found your journalist," Robin says. I take a step back. "What was wrong with him?" Jay asks again. "He is dead," Cam grumbles. "Holy shit, Cam. That's not what..." "I wouldn't say he was exactly dead a moment ago," Robin interrupts. "What happened?" Max asks, looking at me. "I don't... I don't know. I was just looking around, and then... that happened." "What are we going do to?" Jay asks, looking at Max. Max shakes $max_his head. "I am not..." $max_he hesitates and then turns to Robin. "How did you find us again?" "Got blinded by $james's shirt," Cam answers, and I throw a quick glance at Jay's painfully bright yellow cloth. "We weren't too far from you, that's all." "Did you find the warehouse?" Max asks. "The warehouse, yeah," Cam scoffs. "Just open your eyes." That leaves us all confused, before Robin points at something. We look and see a... a destroyed shed. "No ones using this place," Robin talks. "No shit," Jay says. "What now?" Cam asks, looking at Robin. $rob_He looks back at tree and answers wiyh a sigh: "We're going back." "Going back?" Jay turns to $rob_him. "That's it?" "What else can we do now?" "And what are we going to do //later//? Bulldoze this fucking tree?" "That's an idea, good luck with that. We're leaving. You can stay, if you wish." "What about the reporter guy? Are we just going to leave him?" Robin looks at the tree and then back at us. "What can we even do? Tell everyone there's a weird tree somewhere in the woods?" $rob_he sighs. "No one is going to believe this. There's nothing left." I look where we came from. But most importantly, I notice how the scenery changed. There are no blooming flowers or blossoming trees, no bird or any other animal sound - the place is absolutely dead. Besides the huge tree behind us, the only alive thing at this place. I throw a glance at Jay, who seems to notice this too. Neither of us says anything. This is going to be an awful way back… [[Next|Chapter 11]]

"Come on, just chill for once! You don't need to be such a stick-in-the-mud all the time." Max sighs and barely resists rolling $max_his eyes. "I can see why you are such good friends with Ryans." //"Do ''you'' even have friends?"// I snort, thinking to myself. "I'm sorry?" "Nothing! What do you even do for fun, then?" I say as I stumble at one place and Max reaches $max_his hand to help. "Let's just get you back to bed." "I'm fine! I feel... fine..." [[Next|DrinkWMax4]]

<<set $reckless to $reckless + 1>><<set $eyescratch to "false">>... And then try to uncover it to see what that even is. But as I touch them, I instantly regret it - the branches feel rotten and too soft at the same time, and my fingers slice inside with ease on accident - except for even with all of this, I can't get through... Until whatever is inside 'helps' me with it. "What the-" Not whatever, I realize. Whoever. "$name?" I hear Jay call out. <<if $cutarm is "true">>I almost jump back, but a hand grabs me - and practically shoves me towards itself. The pull was so forceful, and even though I manage to stretch my hand out onto the tree, I feel the jolt of pain as I barely hold on with my injured hand. I hit my head, but at least not as hard as I could have had.<<else>>I almost jump back, but a hand grabs me - and shoves me towards itself. The pull was so forceful, but I manage to stretch my hand out onto the tree to hold on.<</if>> I look at the attacker - even though he is covered in dirt, moss and what I think might have been a tree crust, his purple-red veins on his skin are noticeable underneath, especially on his pale skin. But I don't think I recognize who that it. I feel slender, and yet strong hands around me first, not letting me to be pulled further. Another pair of hands helps them, and I gather my strength not to get pulled in, trying to break free - that's when I see someone slicing the hand with a knife, and I almost fall onto someone behind me when I am released; while the tree swallows the body back inside, crushing it as it embraces him more tightly than before, until it disappears completely. "What the hell was that?" [[Next|Ch10-6-1]]

<<set $careful to $careful + 1>><<set $eyescratch to "true">>... But something tells me to stop. Probably not a good idea to mess with it, so I get up and turn around to leave - but almost get a branch into my eye, scratching right above it. "What the..." I realize I am trapped - //somehow// - by the tree's branches, that definitely weren't here before. "$name?" I hear Jay calling out for me. "I'm here!" I cry out, trying to find the path, but... I feel someone grabbing my hand and forcefully pulling towards them, and when I look behind to see who it is... I see whatever has been inside has sliced through the moss and the bark and reaching out for me. Not whatever. //Whoever,// I realize. And now it's pulling me towards them, inside //the tree?// while I am still trapped. I look at the attacker - even though he is covered in dirt, moss and what I think might have been a tree crust, his purple-red veins on his skin are noticeable underneath, especially on his pale skin. But I don't think I recognize who that it. I hear wood breaking before feeling slender, and yet strong hands around me first, not letting me to be pulled further. Another pair of hands helps them, and I gather my strength not to get pulled in, trying to break free - that's when I see someone slicing the hand with a knife, and I almost fall onto someone behind me when I am released; while the tree swallows the body back inside, crushing it as it embraces him more tightly than before, until it disappears completely. "What the hell was that?" [[Next|Ch10-6-2]]

That is a good damn question. I hear Cam's voice behind me, and I see Robin ahead. "What… who… is that?" Jay asks. Robin and Max get closer to the tree, but there's nothing left - nothing, except for the fallen flowers. "That's…" Max whispers, kneeling down and picking up one of the flowers. "That was him." "Seems like we've found your journalist," Robin says. I take a step back. "What was wrong with him?" Jay asks again. "He is dead," Cam grumbles. "Holy shit, Cam. That's not what..." "I wouldn't say he was exactly dead a moment ago," Robin interrupts. "What happened?" Max asks, looking at me. "I don't... I don't know. I noticed there was something inside, and tried to see what that was..." "Why the hell would you even do that?" Jay says. "...and then that happened." "What are we going do to?" Jay asks, looking at Max. Max shakes $max_his head. "I am not..." $max_he hesitates and then turns to Robin. "How did you find us again?" "Got blinded by $james's shirt," Cam answers, and I throw a quick glance at Jay's painfully bright yellow cloth. "We weren't too far from you, that's all." "Did you find the warehouse?" Max asks. "The warehouse, yeah," Cam scoffs. "Just open your eyes." That leaves us all confused, before Robin points at something. We look and see a... a destroyed shed. "No ones using this place," Robin talks. "No shit," Jay says. "What now?" Cam asks, looking at Robin. $rob_He looks back at tree and answers wiyh a sigh: "We're going back." "Going back?" Jay turns to $rob_him. "That's it?" "What else can we do now?" "And what are we going to do //later//? Bulldoze this fucking tree?" "That's an idea, good luck with that. We're leaving. You can stay, if you wish." "What about the reporter guy? Are we just going to leave him?" Robin looks at the tree and then back at us. "What can we even do? Tell everyone there's a weird tree somewhere in the woods?" $rob_he sighs. "No one is going to believe this. There's nothing left." I look where we came from. But most importantly, I notice how the scenery changed. There are no blooming flowers or blossoming trees, no bird or any other animal sound - the place is absolutely dead. Besides the huge tree behind us, the only alive thing at this place. I throw a glance at Jay, who seems to notice this too. Neither of us says anything. This is going to be an awful way back… //it's the end for now! save here!// [[Next|Chapter 11]]

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