She hated him. He hated her. And that was alright in their world until one night. Everything changed then, conversations exchanged between drags of a shared cigarette having developed a mutual respect between enemies.
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Slowburn enemies to frie...
AN: I went to a FOB concert a little while before I moved, and hearing this song made me realize how much it suits their love/hate relationship. Anyways this chapter kinda sucks, it's more of a filler to move from Point A to Point B, so to speak. Enjoy regardless!
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"You're positive that was Dart?" Lucas asks skeptically.
"Yes. He had the same exact yellow pattern on his butt," Dustin confirms.
"He was tiny two days ago," Max points out.
"Well, he's molted three times already," Dustin informs the ground.
"Malted?" Steve says.
"No, molted. As in shedding his skin to make room for new growth," I smile at Steve. Our shoulders brush against each other as we walk. "you really are bad at English,"
Steve shrugs. "Maybe you could tutor me sometime?"
My face shifts beet red, and my palms sweat.
"When's he gonna molt again?" Max asks.
"Probably soon. When he does he'll be full grown or close to," Dustin hypothesizes.
"Yeah, then he'll be eating a lot more than just cats," Steve remarks.
"Wait, cat? Dart ate a cat?!" Lucas shouts.
"No..." Dustin lies.
"What are you talking about? He ate mews," Steve adds. I internally cringe at his blissful unawareness.
"Who's mews?"
"Dustin and Y/N's cat,"
"STEVE!"
"I knew it! You kept him!"
"No! No... No, I didn't... he missed me... he wanted to come home..."
"I knew it!"
Lucas and Dustin argue aggressively back and forth. I move to get between them but stop when something in the back of my mind urges me to. My temples pound, my nostrils burn, and my eyes sting. I groan a bit, stumbling away from the others to kneel by a tree. I gag and cough, a sudden sickness overtaking me.
