Everyone is good at something. Logan was good at being bossy, I observed as I looked on in silent amusement at the flurry of activity in the house in preparation for the night ahead.

Caitlyn gritted her teeth and her nostrils flared. She shot a glare in my direction before shooting daggers at Logan's back. Why she felt the need to glare at me, I didn't even want to know.

I held my breath while I waited for her outburst.

"Logan Mitchell," she seethed. "I swear to the heavens above that if you ever yell at me again I will chop you into little pieces and feed to my pet fish!"

He turned and raised an eyebrow at her. "You don't have any pets Cait," he pointed out. "And you're wasting precious time with your useless argument."

"I will kill you," she calmly replied.

"Someone needs to collect the cake," he continued, ignoring her threat.

"I'll do it," Casey volunteered.

"I'll go with you," I offered in hopes of escaping another fight between those two.

"Take Bailey with you," Carter called from the living room.

"Why do we need cake?" Brianna, one of Caitlyn's friends asked as she poured herself a glass of soda.

"It's not a party without cake," Logan replied.

"It's not a party," Caitlyn muttered. "It's a movie night and I don't even know why they invited you."

Casey grabbed my wrist and pulled me along before another argument erupted. We collected Bailey on our way out the door and Carter flashed me a grateful smile.

The drive to the bakery was filled with Bailey chattering nonstop and me pretending to be interested. I adored the little girl but there were only so many minutes at a time that I could spend with her before wanting to play the quiet game. Growing up as an only child should've made me grateful to have a little sister but instead it made me long for solitude and a pair of headphones.

"Do you want to go get ice-cream?" Casey asked Bailey as we left the bakery.

She nodded eagerly and her grip on my hand tightened as she beamed at Casey. I bit back my smile and opened the car door for her. Casey was so much better at dealing with children than I'd ever hope to be. I climbed in beside Bailey before collecting the cake from her.

We drove the short distance to the Peach Pit in relative silence. Bailey skipped to the counter when we arrived, Casey following silently behind and I found us a place to sit. She had bags under her eyes that weren't there before and although she'd tried to cover it up with concealer and a bright smile, I still saw her sadness protruding its ugly head from underneath.

Caitlyn had dropped the bombshell that she'd invited Savannah earlier that morning and Casey had been quiet ever since. "I got you vanilla," she said interrupting my thoughts.

"Thanks," I mumbled, taking the ice-cream cone from her.

She nodded and took a seat beside me while Bailey positioned herself on the other side. "You okay?" I asked, even though I knew that she wasn't.

"I will be," she replied, giving me a timid smile. "Don't worry about it."

I frowned because I couldn't help but worry about it. I worried about her even more than I worried about Carter. It was going to be a pretty interesting night for sure with Savannah being there and we all expected her to bring Blake along, but if she had any sense at all she wouldn't.

"You're going to get wrinkles if you don't stop frowning," Casey said lightly.

I replaced my frown with a smile and then chuckled when she blew me a kiss.

"What if ice-cream licked you back?" Bailey asked while staring at the half eaten cone in her hand.

"Then we'd be really freaked out," I answered, trying to suppress a giggle.

"It would probably turn into a fight but the ice-cream would lose because I'd just bite its head off," she said with a satisfied smile.

"That's totally morbid," Casey interjected. "You are one special little girl Bailey Prescott."

"That's code for weird, isn't it?" she asked.

I laughed then and reached across the table to ruffle her hair. "Absolutely not."

She looked unconvinced for a second but shrugged anyway and continued eating her ice-cream.

Looking at her I wished that we were kids again and were able to simply shrug and leave it at that whenever we felt the slightest bit dejected. Instead we often choose to replay the moments over and over in our minds before deciding to let it ruin our day.

I should know― all I'd done since my conversation with Jason was overanalyze the situation and made myself miserable. But was there really any other way of dealing with a situation like that? How does someone go about letting go of the pain that accompanies losing another loved one? They don't, that's how. They just...don't.

***

"There are not enough words in the English language that I could string together to properly express how much I want to throw a chair at your stupid face!" I heard Caitlyn yell when we entered the house.

She threw a paperweight at Logan which he caught before chucking it back at her head. She dodged it and stood there glaring at him as it broke, her chest heaving in anger.

"Go on upstairs," I told Bailey and shot Casey a glance when she headed to the kitchen.

Brianna followed Bailey, probably thankful to have a reason to escape. I knew exactly how she felt.

"I swear―" Caitlyn started but was cut off by a knock on the door.

Since I was the one closest to it, I opened it allowing Savannah to enter. I stared at her in confusion.

Why the hell would she show up so early when she knew that shit was gonna go down? I'd either chicken out and stay my butt at home or show up so late that it would be time to leave.

"I'm a gluten for punishment," she said, answering my unspoken question. "And I need to see Carter."

"Why?" I asked. The question slipped out before I could stop myself.

She cocked her head to the side. "You don't like me very much, do you, Camille?" she asked. "It doesn't matter anyway, but this isn't any business of yours."

I raised my chin and stared at her. "It's not my place to judge you for your choices," I told her. "But when that choice hurts the people that I care about then that makes it really hard for me to butt out."

"Fine," she said before sidestepping me.

My eyes intuitively drifted to the kitchen and I saw Casey standing there, her posture rigid as she stared at Savannah.

"Hey, Logan," Savannah said offering him a smile.

"Van," he simply nodded before retreating to the kitchen. He held onto Casey's shoulder and guided her back inside.

"Well, that was awkward," Joanne, another one of Caitlyn's friends chuckled. "I can't wait to see how this plays out."

I shot her a glare. I didn't want to see how it all played out. I'd had my fill of teenage drama to last me until the next year and Lord knows we didn't need more sad people in this house.

"Hey, did anyone remember to get the popcorn?" Carter asked. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Savannah and she gave him a tentative smile.

"Hi," she mumbled, wiping her palms on her jeans. "Can we talk for a sec?"

"What's there left to talk about?" he asked, crossing his arms. "You've already said plenty."

She sighed. "Carter, please."

When he hesitated she reached out and touched his arm. "Please."

He glanced at her hand on his arm and she withdrew it with another sigh.

"Carter," Caitlyn implored. "Just talk to her."

I gaped at her. "Why should he?" I asked, unable to conceal my irritation. "You invited her, so you talk to her."

"Stay out of this, Camille," Joanne said. "Trust me, you don't want to go there."

Carter looked at me and offered me a smile as though I was the one who needed comforting. "It's okay. Why don't you guys give us a minute?"

I didn't move until Caitlyn tugged on my sleeve. "Come on," she coaxed. "Let's check on Casey."

I shrugged her off and went into the kitchen. Casey was perched on a stool eating chocolate frosting from a container. She wasn't crying, which I was extremely thankful for but she looked so broken that it made my heart ache.

"You okay?" Caitlyn asked her.

Casey scoffed. "Like you really care."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means just what I said."

"Well alrighty then," Joanne cleared her throat. "I'll go find Brianna."

"You do that," Casey told her before scooping up another spoonful of frosting.

"I won't choose between you two," Caitlyn said softly after a few silent moments had passed. "Don't make me."

Casey didn't answer, choosing instead to focus on the container in her hand.

I glanced at Logan. He was seated on the stool opposite Casey and he looked just as miserable as she did. It was safe to assume that the only people who weren't miserable in that moment were Bailey and probably Caitlyn's minions.

I spent the next two hours helping Logan get the snacks and other unimportant stuff in order before anyone else arrived. Casey was still giving everyone the silent treatment and Carter had left the house an hour before saying that he needed to be alone.

Things were already falling apart before the night even started.

I blamed Caitlyn, of course. Any fool could have told her that by inviting Savannah she was only asking for trouble.

By the time Blaine and Tori returned home, I was drained. The only thing that I wanted to do was take a shower and crawl into bed.

"Why all the long faces?" Blaine asked looking around the room. "If you guys are scared of horror movies then you'll just have to suck it up because there's no backing out now."

I willed myself not to smile and stared at my hands instead. Blaine was sweet, he truly was but I really didn't want to like him.

"Where should I put these?" a voice I recognized all too well asked from the doorway.

Aiden stood there with a smile on his face and a stack of DVDs in his hand.

"I'll take those," Caitlyn offered and collected them from him. "Why don't you have a seat next to Camille?"

He nodded at her suggestion and I scooted away to make room for him on the sofa.

***

"Stop using me as a headrest," Caitlyn snapped, shoving Logan away from her.

"Shhh," Bailey whispered.

I smiled and returned my gaze to the TV. I wasn't sure what the name of the movie was that we were watching. I was lost in thought for the first half of it and now I was just lost.

The girl on the screen stood still, her face contorted in a silent scream while the guy beside her kept glancing nervously between her and another guy in the room who wielded an axe―how original.

I tuned the movie out again and closed my eyes. Horror movies were definitely not my thing. It wasn't that they scared me so much as they disturbed me.

"Someone wake her up," I heard a voice say before I was being poked in the ribs.

"I'm not sleeping," I mumbled. "I'm just resting my eyes."

"Well you've missed the entire marathon," the voice said again. "We're about to eat. Are you coming?"

I cracked open one eye and then the other and found myself staring at the ceiling. Was I on the floor? How did I end up on the floor?

I blinked a few more times and when my eyes readjusted to my surroundings, I realized that I wasn't on the floor after all, my head was just stuck at a weird angle on the sofa.

Logan came into view and he waved a slice of pizza in my face. "Are you going to stay like that all night?" he asked, taking a huge bite of the pizza.

I groaned and rolled my neck around a few times trying to lessen the stiffness. The pain was bearable but I still winced.

He held out his greasy hand to me and I shook my head. "No thanks."

He shrugged and walked away. I followed him into the kitchen and slumped into a chair. "Feed me," I begged Caitlyn.

She rolled her eyes but deposited a few slices of pizza in front of me and a can of coke. "Thanks," I mumbled.

It took me a minute to realize that the kitchen was eerily silent. Glancing around me though, it didn't take me long to figure out the reason why.

It wasn't the lack of adults or Bailey. It wasn't even the fact that Casey was still ignoring us or that Carter wasn't eating.

Seated across from me was Savannah but that wasn't the issue either, the person seated beside her was the problem.

Blake raised his brow at my questioning stare and I instinctively looked away.

I swear, some people just don't know when to stay away.

After the most awkward dinner I'd had since I first moved there, we unrolled sleeping bags onto the floor in the living room where we'd be spending the night. I wanted to stay in my room but apparently that defeated the purpose of the entire night and as much as I didn't want to be there, I also didn't want to be the one who ruined it even more for everyone.

But after everyone fell asleep, I got up, planning to hightail it out of there.

"Going somewhere?"

I cringed and slowly turned around to find Aiden smiling at me. "Why are you always smiling?" I muttered.

"That doesn't sound like the answer to my question," he said, crossing his arms.

I mimicked him and crossed my arms. "I was going to get a glass of water," I lied. "Not that I owe you an explanation."

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, giving me another smile.

My mind got all fuzzy and I shook my head. I probably needed to sleep, that's all.

You've already slept, my idiot brain piped up.

I poured myself a glass of water and took a tentative seat opposite Aiden. The last thing that I needed was to be too close to him.

"Are there any leftover candy?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I don't know what to tell you man, I just woke up and with Logan here, probably not."

He laughed and tapped his finger on the counter.

I stared at him and wished that just this once it was easier to talk to him. He looked totally at ease and when he looked at me I forgot what I was about to say.

"What?" he asked.

"What?" I repeated.

"You were staring."

"I was not."

"You were," he said with an amused smile.

"I probably was," I conceded.

He laughed again and I melted a little.

I cleared my throat and played with the rim of the glass in my hand. "Do you play basketball too?" I asked, clearing my throat again.

"No," he replied. "I'm on the track team."

"Really?" I asked, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over me. I hated anything that involved running and here I was attracted to a guy who actually did it for fun.

Attracted huh?

"Yep," he replied, popping the 'p'. "You should come to one of our meets."

I nodded and got up to rinse my glass. "I probably will."

He smiled when I turned back to face him and I couldn't help smiling too.

"We should get back in there," he suggested, nodding in the direction of the living room.

"Yeah," I agreed, resisting the urge to clear my throat again. "We should."