"Are you coming home, or?" A sarcastic voice shot his head toward his father in Camilo's truck. He hadn't even heard the old thing pull up. Bean and his mother were still gone. "U-uh... yeah, I guess I am." Viktor clambered to his feet, walking around the side of the vehicle. He hopped in the passenger's seat, head leaning against the window. "I've got to talk to Mr. Lewis." He tapped his head softly against the glass. "Excuse me?" The truck's wheels rolled them to their street, every tire embracing the asphalt that held them afloat. "I know, I know. Don't play detective." His eyes rolled in annoyance.

He opened the car door when they parked, but his father grabbed onto his shoulder, keeping him in place. Viktor grunted faintly, staring at the man's clutching hand. "Not what I meant. I was actually going to say, son, you should get Evelyn to do it. You'd have to deal with a lot of paperwork if you're not on his list, and you wouldn't be able to get through to speak with him. You've got yourself a girlfriend. She probably has the same question. May as well have her be the one to ask. You know?" The man shrugged, stepping out of the vehicle.

Viktor would take it into consideration. Maybe the next time he saw the girl, at school perhaps, he'd have to bring it up. It was a much more rational plan, he thought. Mr. Lewis must speak with his daughter more than anyone, right?

He slid from the seat of the car, heading inside. His mother and Amelia were in the kitchen, smiling and talking as they cooked up some sort of aromatic stew. He had no time for drooling at a delicious scent, though. It was time to plan what he'd do tomorrow at school! The list actually... wasn't long. 1, He had to make sure Bean still wanted to hang out. 2, He had to speak with his girl about her dad, Dr. Demise. Okay, he supposed the planning phase wasn't much at all, given it would all be improv. One could never tell how people were going to respond to 'I'm not actually into you, wanna hang?' and 'Can you go talk to this killer I hate for me?'

Time passed from that point, flying effortlessly out the window. His mom fed everyone beef stew. His dad finally changed the channel on the TV to something bearable. The family played cards to keep everyone, mostly Amelia, stimulated. Then it was time for bed. His head fell back against the pillow, a small breath escaping his lips. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.

He stepped into the large, brick building. This school was monotonous, and boring. His eyes scanned the crowd. There were faces of all colors, shapes, sizes, but he looked only for two. Bean was the first he saw, probably because he was taller than most people, and a carrot-top.

He crept up behind his friend, watching him place his heaviest school books in his locker. When the other male turned around, he jumped out of his skin, startled that someone was standing there. "I thought you were Justin, you scared the life out of me." Bean's breath of relief sounded like casual conversation to him! "So we're cool then?" Viktor asked, eyes twinkling faintly. His friend's face contorted into bitterness, just for a few seconds before relaxing. "...Yeah. We're cool. I mean no. I dunno, actually. Just give me a few days. I still need to get it through my head." His shoulders loosely fell in a shrug. It was disheartening to hear, but Viktor could accept that answer more than a solid 'get out of my life, I hate you'.

Fifty percent of his problems were covered! Almost a passing grade. Fortunately for him, he didn't have to find Evelyn, she came up to him, leaning against the locker when she approached. "Hey." She adorned a dorky grin, but he thought it was pretty cute. It was a smile of infatuation. "Hey. I have a question for you. It's going to sound really weird." He pressed his back to the cold metal behind him. "Fire away."

"Your dad. I get that he killed Camilo. But why him? Why my brother?" He stroked his chin, quizzically staring at the ground, as though willing it to give him the answers. Evelyn's face fell, appalled for that to be the first thing he said to her today. "I don't know, Viktor. Why did he do it to anybody? How am I supposed to,"

"No, no I mean like... Camilo just went to take the trash out. If it had been me doing that, would I be alive to have this conversation with you? Maybe he just took what he could get. He was a stranger to every other victim, right? So what about us did he want gone?" Viktor pursed his lips, brows knitting together. "I guess it would've been the worst case scenario for you if it was Amelia. But maybe that's who he was shooting for. We have no idea. That's what I want to know." He stuffed both hands in his pockets, confusion and concern alike riddling his face.

He could tell she was frustrated by the topic, and debate showed in her eyes. So he decided to change the subject. "Right uh... I wanted to ask, are we you know... a thing?" He pointed back and forth between the two of them. She glanced at him, surprised by the question for a moment. Finally, her expression shifted. She adorned a small, embarrassed grin crept across her pink lips. "I guess we are?" She chuckled, tucking blond strands of hair behind her ear.

"Good." He didn't know how to respond. Contrary to popular belief, she was his first girlfriend. Except for that one time when he was like, fourteen, but that was a guinea-pig test run and only lasted like, two months, so it didn't count!

In a very Viktor-like fashion, he placed a hand on her waist, jerked her body closer, and pressed their lips together. Evelyn seemed shocked, and embarrassed. A few boys down the hall hooted in congratulations, and some girls rolled their eyes or scoffed in their direction. Apart from that, there wasn't much attention.

"He-hey, careful dude. I don't want marks on my untainted record for PDA. That's the school-girl equivalent to going out as an adult and getting arrested for flashing someone!" Certainly she was being overdramatic, right? Her face was even redder than it was when they first kissed, so he supposed that maybe she really felt that way.

Disappointed, but respecting her wishes, he released her, and pulled away. It wasn't as awkward as he thought it'd be, once they separated. That may have been because the bell buzzing overhead beckoned them both to head to their respective classes.

(Everyone is finally REALLY healing up and overcoming the problems they were facing. Viktor isn't so angry. Amelia isn't so depressed. Evelyn can move on with her life. Bean can move on. Let's go for conquerors!)