A/N: Hey, guys, so this is another story in what I'm tentatively calling the "Trifecta" universe, series, whatever. It will get into supernatural elements since in the long run it's a supernatural plotline, with creatures and powers and whatnot, but for right now this is all still backstory so we don't see much of that. Some of this stuff might be confusing since it mentions the Trifecta and you guys don't really know what that is yet. Again, it will be explained in the longer stories which are the main setting and plot and everything, but for right now I'm posting both of my one-shots for this series so far. The last one dealt with some of Max's background, this deals with some of Cass's background. But Max is in it, too, don't worry. I think Tye (interestinglyenough) might be posting her one-shots too, involving Nyx. Nyx is a very special character and I love him to bits :) Max is probably the most normal though xD Anyway! Rambling, sorry, my head hurts and I'm on meds.
Anyway thanks for the response to the previous one-shot with these characters :) I really appreciate it, and I hope you will follow through with this series! But don't forget to check out interestinglyenough's profile, too, because half the stories are hers and we still haven't figured out how we are going to post them all without too much confusion ;)
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I Dreamed A Dream
"How much more do I have to hold? What are your arms doing that's so important?"
Hearing the complaint coming from her friend's lips left Cass smirking. She flipped her straight, medium length, dark reddish brown hair over her should and tucked it behind her ear, wondering not for the first time that day why she didn't bring a pony tail holder.
"Because, Dear Maxie, you are the strong, awesome friend and I need you to stand there looking the part."
"All I'm 'looking' like right now is a pile of clothes following you around," came the argument.
She looked over her shoulder at her dear friend, Max Rhodes. He was a little shorter than her, hilariously, and he really did look like a pile of clothes at her beck and call. She could barely see his face over the load he already held. It wasn't all clothes, of course; just mostly. But that was what her mom got for making her go shopping for her and her sister. Allie might be related to her by blood but if you sent Allie into a store alone she would buy them out of clothes. Cass was small potatoes compared to her younger sister. She was only being thorough in what she hoped Allie would like, really. Personally she wasn't a fan of clothes shopping.
"I still don't see why you didn't bring Quinn with you – doesn't she love stuff like this? As a fellow girl?"
"As a fellow girl," Cass repeated with a smirk, patting Max on top of his head, flattening wavy, light blond hair. She could barely make out his narrowed, clear blue eyes over the pile of clothing and other assorted feminine products. "I need you here to tell me enough is enough, Maxie; if I brought Quinn with me, then where would we be?"
"Enough is enough," Max said instantly.
Cass giggled, patting his head again. "No, Maxie, not yet."
"Stop calling me that."
"But it's so cute. And you're basically a kid."
"I'm older than you!" he argued incredulously.
"Yes, but still shorter, Maxie, keep up," she said, spinning away from him when an article of clothing caught her attention out of the corner of her eye. "Oh! This looks nice. Maybe Allie would like this."
"Exactly how much money do you have? Can you afford all of this?"
"Well," she drawled, sparing him a quick glance before her gaze focused again on the clothing, "unlike some people, I don't co-own a dog training center, so I can admit I'm not made of money. However – yes, Maxie, I can afford this."
"Stop calling me that," he groused once more. "And I don't co-own anything. Dad did."
Cass winced, guilt slamming into her. She took in a slow breath, her back still to Max. "I'm sorry, Max. I shouldn't have mentioned…"
"It's whatever," he said. "Just – how much more do you need?"
Max's dad – or adoptive dad, whatever – died roughly seven months ago, two weeks after he turned eighteen. It was very sudden, as he showed no history of heart disease or heart problems. Max woke up one morning and found him dead in the kitchen. The coroner said it was natural causes. There wasn't much closure to be found in the sudden death of Daniel, but Max got a lot of money from his life insurance policy, as well as partial ownership of the dog training center, to be withheld from him until he turned twenty-one. He was set to stay at the house and not worry about much. It seemed Daniel at least made sure of that.
Still, Cass felt like a jerk for bringing it up, even if it slipped her mind. She was so used to joking about everything to Max – she was a little uncertain how to find solid ground with him right now. She would admit she had been avoiding him a little these past few months; she just didn't know what to say to him. She hated this distance between them because out of everyone, she used to love teasing Max – he was like her brother. Her shorter, older brother. And it was her job to annoy him. They'd known each other since they were kids; it only seemed fair.
She led the way toward the front of the store and got in line. Max breathed an audible sigh of relief when the cash register came into sight. She wanted to smile at the normalcy of it all, but somehow she couldn't. Instead she kept her lips pursed until they got to the front of the line, and Max happily deposited everything on the counter before smoothing down his own rumpled clothes.
He offered her a relieved smile and she tried to return it, but even to her it seemed forced. His smile wavered but she looked away, paying for her items. It was pricey, but then she knew that going in. She handed them her mom's credit card and carried half the bags out while Max held the other bags.
"You know," he commented as they walked out of the store and into the rest of the mall, "I think I liked it better when the clothes were just piled on me. They seemed less cumbersome then."
Cass shrugged, looking around for a place to eat. She promised Max food, after all; it was the only reason he agreed to come. That and the bookstore, where there was supposed to be a new philosophy book waiting for him.
"Alright," Max sighed, "spit it out, Cass."
"What do you mean?"
"You know damn well what I mean," he said, irritated. It wasn't often he let the irritation creep into his voice, but then he had been lugging clothes around all day, so perhaps it was to be expected. She started walking in the direction of the food court with him following after her.
"I don't know what you mean, Max, sorry."
"You know I hate lying, Cass."
She sighed heavily; this was very true. If there was one thing Max hated about everything else, it was lying. It was a raw spot for him, though she wasn't entirely sure why. Sure, Daniel lied for years about being his real dad, but he had a good reason. Didn't that count for something? Nevertheless she had always appreciated Max's honesty. He hated being lied to, but he wasn't a hypocrite, either. He wouldn't lie to anyone.
"I'm not lying," she told him. "Here, we can sit here."
She led the way to a small table and they sat, putting their bags down in the empty seats next to them. She looked around the food court, carefully avoiding Max's eye.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Max asked worriedly.
"Nothing," she said briskly.
"I'm really tired of being lied to," the blond snapped, and finally she drew in a breath and dragged her gaze toward his face. Cerulean blue eyes were narrowed in annoyance. "Say what you're thinking; I'm not a mind reader."
"I'm sorry," she said.
"About your dad."
"I should have… I…"
"What?" Max asked, frowning.
"I had a nightmare."
"A nightmare?" he echoed, frown deepening, brows furrowing in confusion.
This was something Cass tried not to think about, but it was always in the back of her mind, waiting to pounce whenever she let her guard down. She had nightmares a lot, so this was nothing new, but this particular dream… it felt so real, and left her waking in a cold sweat, blood leaking from her nose. She should have known something was wrong then, but she just waited for it to stop and went back to sleep after taking some aspirin. She had headaches a lot so this was nothing new. Sometimes she got nose bleeds as well. But this time… it was different.
"Cass? What are you hiding from me?"
And that was just the thing; she didn't want to hide things from Max. He was one of her best friends. She'd claim him as her best friend if she didn't know he was bound to Nyx. Those two boys were two peas in a pod and she wouldn't dream of breaking them up. Plus she had Quinn as her best friend. That being said, she had known Max since they were in elementary school. He was basically her brother. She cared about him. She didn't want to hide things from him; it felt wrong on so many levels, especially when he was always honest with her.
But she didn't know how to say it, or what he would think when she told him. Would he hate her? Would their friendship be over? She tried to tell him so many times over the past few months, but could never find the words, or the nerve. The nerve to potentially ruin their friendship.
"Tell me, Cass," Max said quietly, dragging her attention back to the present. She swallowed around the lump in her throat, staring at him, hazel eyes focused on clear blue.
And once again she couldn't find the words.
This was very frustrating.
"Cass," Max said, offering a faint smile. "Relax, okay?"
"You're going to hate me."
His brows furrowed again. "Why would you think that?"
"Because I… I didn't tell you."
And just like that, a veil slid over his expression, flattening it. "You lied to me?"
Max always had a thing about lying, even if it was a lie by omission. She couldn't understand why, but she knew she appreciated it a lot because she never had to worry about him lying to her.
"No," she said breathily, panic wrapping around her heart as she shifted uneasily in her seat. "No, I didn't lie to you, Max, I know you hate that. I just… j-just didn't tell you something, that's all. I… I didn't know how."
Max's expression softened. If there was anything stronger than his hatred of lying, it was his ability to sympathize with others.
"Tell me," he said quietly.
"I… The night your dad died, I… Well, the day before, I had a dream."
"A dream?" he repeated with a frown.
She had to look away. "A nightmare. I don't know. It felt so real. I… I saw him… I saw him die in the dream."
Max remained silent.
She closed her eyes.
"And the next day… it happened."
It was never good when Max echoed whatever she said.
She took in a few deep breaths. "I… I woke up with a migraine, and I was in a cold sweat and my nose was bleeding. It was… It felt so real, Max. I think it was a vision."
Please stop repeating me.
She didn't know what to make of it.
"I didn't actually see him die, really, I just… it was all very blurry, you know? Hazy. I couldn't… I mean it was mostly just an impression of what things should have been. It's never happened before. I don't… I don't know how to explain it."
And truthfully, she had no idea what this meant. Probably that was she was completely and utterly insane; that was the only explanation she could think of right now. Nothing else really made sense except for the possibility that she was right and it was a vision, and that was terrifying if that was true.
Max, on the other hand, looked understanding.
"Oh," was all he said with a small nod, before he looked away.
"Max?" Cass asked, frowning at him.
The blond pushed to his feet, running a hand through his hair. "I'll be back in a minute," he said softly, offering a weak smile. "It's okay."
Then he turned and walked away, heading out of the food court, toward the restrooms. Cass watched him go, feeling sick to her stomach, that lump still in her throat. Taking in a few slow breaths, she felt her thigh vibrate and pulled her phone free of her pocket.
A text from Nyx.
Is Max there
She took in a breath.
Hes in bathroom why?
He's not answering
Oh rite movie nite srry yah he will be there on time don't worry
At least once a week the boys had movie night. Quinn and Cass had a similar arrangement on Saturdays, except it was TV night. They picked a TV show and watched a very long marathon of it together, until they fell asleep or got called away to do something.
She hesitated then, wondering if she should tell Nyx what she told Max. That she had a dream about Max's dad dying before it happened, and never told anyone.
What if I could have saved him…
What if she could have saved Max's dad if she'd just told everyone what she thought happened – that she had a vision. She couldn't be certain as it was really the first time it had happened and it hadn't happened since, but…
It wasn't the best-kept secret that she was expected to be the new Keeper. She learned that when she was sixteen and stayed at Morgan's for the first time. Cass wasn't sure what to think of this; she, like a lot of people living in this city, grew up learning about the Trifecta – the Keeper, the Sage, and the Warrior. She had an inkling who the Warrior might be but she wasn't certain yet. A year ago she learned she was a candidate for the Keeper, and a good one at that. The Keeper was always a woman. She thought Quinn had a good chance of being the Sage, but she couldn't be sure. She just thought it was amazing that her friends could possibly be the next Trifecta. To think she could be the next Keeper… she couldn't contain her anxious excitement half the time.
A few minutes later, Max returned, looking rather – flat. He had no real expression on his face, like he'd gone to the bathroom and wiped it off. She swallowed, shifting nervously under his flat gaze as he sat back down across from her.
"Alright," he said dully. "Tell me everything. Start from the beginning."
And God help her, she told him.
She told him about the dream – about seeing it from his perspective when he found his father dead in the kitchen. She mentioned little details he hadn't officially told anyone. She mentioned the dark blue shirt Daniel was wearing. She mentioned Aries, Max's dog, whining so much that it left Max waking in the first place, to go wander the house and find him in the kitchen.
She told him everything about the dream, everything she remembered, everything she'd previously been keeping from him.
Max listened, not saying a word.
Then he stood, after her story was finished, with this blank expression on his face. Cass was usually good at reading Max; he tried so hard to be honest, to be an open books so there were no secrets. Now she couldn't tell what he was thinking. He stared at her for a minute before he sighed, his shoulders rigid, and he picked up his half of the bags.
"I'm not hungry," he said flatly. "And I need to let Aries out for a bit. Let's go."
Without waiting for her, he turned on his heel and walked away with his half of the baggage. Cass swallowed thickly, staring after him, before she sighed, pocketed her phone, and followed after him.
She wondered if she should give Nyx a heads up about what happened.
"So I told him," Cass finished telling Quinn.
Quinn sat with her legs folded on her bed, expression thoughtful throughout Cass's story, the retelling of the dream – vision – she had involving Daniel. Finally the blonde sighed, shaking her head.
"That is quite the story," she said seriously.
"Yeah," Cass said. "So what do I do?"
"You told Max all of this?"
"Yeah. I had to."
"It's probably good you told him. He doesn't like secrets. A bit too honest for his own good sometimes, don't you think?"
Cass shrugged, watching as Quinn tucked a lock of her sandy blonde hair behind an ear. It wasn't often it was down from its ponytail, but it was late at night and they would be going to sleep soon.
"That was two days ago," Cass said quietly. "He hasn't spoken to me since."
"He hasn't spoken to you, or you haven't contacted him?" Quinn asked.
Cass scowled. Sometimes she could be as good at getting into someone's head as Max, which was a little creepy. Max was obsessed with philosophy so at least he had an excuse. Quinn… sometimes she was just too good at reading people. It was one of the reasons Cass wondered if she would be the next Sage.
"So what do I do?" Cass asked again.
Quinn shrugged, dark green eyes scanning her over. "I don't know, Cass. That's a lot for him to take in, you know. Give him some time and I'm sure he'll come around."
Cass sighed helplessly. "What if he doesn't?"
"Must you be such a pessimist?"
"Must you be such an optimist?" Cass retorted.
Quinn smiled. "It'll all work out, Cassie."
"Man, don't call me that, Quintessence."
Quinn scowled. "That doesn't even – that's not my name. How do you even know that word?"
"You're just mad that I know a word you don't."
"So what does it mean, then? Hmm?"
Cass shrugged at Quinn's smug expression.
"Exactly," the blonde said.
"Alright, Miss Intelligent, what's it mean? It's an actual word?"
"Yes, Cassie. It's a word. It's something to do with philosophy. Ask Max for a big definition; I can't believe I even remember some of this stuff."
Cass smirked, laughing quietly before she looked away. "Yeah, well, Max isn't talking to me, so…"
"He'll come around."
"I hope you're right."
It wasn't like Max to hold a grudge, but this was serious. This was big. This was his father, who recently died, and if Cass had just warned him ahead of time, he could have maybe saved him. He could have taken him to the hospital before anything happened. Cass didn't know; at the time she thought it was just a weird dream, a nightmare, feeling Max's emotions when he came across the body…
She could still feel it like it was her own.
The confusion as Aries woke them; the way they stumbled out of the bedroom half asleep, with a knot of dread forming in their stomach with each step they took in the silence of the house; the shock upon finding Daniel laying motionless on the floor; the terror as they went to their knees, searching for a pulse; the despair upon realizing it was too late; the hope, nevertheless, when they called for an ambulance; the crushing depression and regret when the paramedics said he was dead…
Cass startled as Quinn touched her arm. She blinked a few times, realizing only then that tears were streaming down her cheeks. Embarrassed and confused, she closed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths, attempting to calm herself, unaware when her breaths had gotten so shaky.
"What's wrong?" Quinn demanded.
"Nothing," Cass whispered. "I just… I was just remembering."
"When… When… In the dream, I was Max. I could… feel his emotions when he found his dad. Like… Like they were my own."
And it was very powerful, nearly overwhelming.
It was silent for a moment.
Then Quinn hugged her. Cass stiffened at the initial contact but then fell into the warm embrace, sniffling. "I'm sorry," Quinn said softly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Cass answered. "I… It's just powerful stuff. I don't… I don't quite understand it."
"Do you think it's a Keeper thing? Getting visions concerning your friends and their family?"
Cass shuddered at the thought. "I hope not. I don't know what I'll do if it happens again."
It was terrifying – being someone, a friend, and feeling everything as though it was happening to her instead of them. Stumbling across a fallen loved one. The thought was terrifying.
Quinn pulled away. "Did you tell Max all of this?"
"I… Kind of. I might have… left out the bit with the emotions…"
It seemed too private, at the time. The one thing she couldn't bring herself to tell him even as she spilled her guts about everything else. To say she knew what he felt when he searched for a pulse; she knew the hope mixed with despair because he knew it was too late but couldn't bring himself to give up on the man who raised him.
It felt too private. She couldn't violate that privacy.
"It's probably best you didn't, then," Quinn said softly. "Max loves the truth, but this seems… a bit much, you know?"
Cass nodded wordlessly, unable to speak around the lump in her throat.
"Just… give it some time, Cass. You know Max; he'll come around. He just needs time to process this right now, that's all."
Cass nodded again.
I hope you're right…
Quinn, as always, was right.
After Quinn left the next day, there was a knock at the door. Cass left the kitchen to answer it, opening the door to reveal Max awkwardly standing there, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. Cass smiled at him.
"Hey," she said quietly.
"Hi," he said in return, taking in a deep breath. "Okay, so you kind of freaked me out. I mean – okay, the vision part is cool. I mean – you're going to be the Keeper so it makes sense. But I mean – why my dad? I couldn't… It was hard to accept for a bit, but I'm good now."
He said it all so quickly, as though if he didn't force the words past his lips he might commit a great sin – lying by omission.
Cass's smile grew. "Thanks, Max. I was worried when you didn't contact me. I'm so sorry."
"Sorry?" Max repeated with a frown.
"I mean… If I had just told you the minute I had the dream, you could have… You might have…"
"Been able to save him?" Max finished slowly, and, ashamed, she nodded, looking away. "The doctors said it was a massive heart attack. It can happen even if there's no history of it. He died instantly."
Cass swallowed. "Still, Max…"
"You think I didn't think about this while I was gone? I must have driven Nyx nuts."
She nodded. Of course he spoke this all over with Nyx first; that made sense. At least he wasn't alone while he tried to figure everything out.
"Anyway – even if you had told me right away, convincing him to go to the hospital wouldn't be easy. It would have taken a while, which would have probably started a fight, and then I would have walked away, angry. As it stands, I did none of that; we… we parted on good terms. He died quickly, there was no pain."
He sounded so certain.
Cass looked at him again to find him looking at the ground, shifting his shoes across cement of her porch.
"It sucks," Max continued quietly, still not looking at her, "but there's nothing I can do about it. Regretting it won't help. Thinking I could have saved him won't help. Blaming you won't help. It won't bring him back; what's done is done. I can't… I can't move on if I'm thinking about it. Do you understand?"
Yes, she understood what he was saying. But she doubted, if their places were switched, if she would be able to come to terms with this like he did. She would lash out in anger, hating the world in general, wishing she could go back to that moment and stop it from happening, hating the person who could have stopped it. Instead, Max just left things how they were – let them be. Life moved on.
To him it probably made sense, since he enjoyed philosophy so much. Dwelling on the past wouldn't help anyone. It was a smart, mature decision to look to the future instead of dwelling on the past. Sometimes she envied Max's maturity.
"So you forgive me?" she asked quietly.
He dragged his gaze away from the ground to focus on her. "Yes," he said with a nod. "There's nothing to forgive you for, but if it's forgiveness you're looking for, then yes, you have it."
She smiled weakly and then threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly.
"Gah," Max complained instantly, even as his own arms came up and encircled her as well. "What's this? I don't do hugs."
"That's a lie and you know it," Cass said.
"I don't lie," Max told her.
"Mm-hmm. Then why are you hugging me if you don't like hugs?"
"I never said I didn't like hugs. I just said I don't do hugs."
She laughed softly, shaking her head as she released him. "So how was Nyxie?"
"He hates it when you call him that."
"Just like you hate me calling you Maxie, but that doesn't stop me."
Max scowled. "Wish it would."
"If wishes were horses…"
"I never understood that saying," Max said. "Why would I want a bunch of horses? Anyway – yes, Nyx is fine. How was Quinn?"
Cass smiled widely. "How do you always know when she's been here?"
"I'm talented," Max told her. "Also, she left her book here." He gestured over Cass's shoulder.
Cass looked over her shoulder and found Quinn's text book still sitting on her couch, visible from the door. Quinn and Max were in the same grade, while Cass was a year younger, with Nyx being two years younger. Since they were in the same grade, they shared some classes and knew the teachers, and thus the text books. Max had been eying Quinn's book mostly to irritate her, because in truth he liked having his own copy of books, but nevertheless he pretended to ogle her book instead.
It was amusing.
And now Quinn left that book here.
Cass smirked at him. "Quinn's fine. Would you like to see her book?"
"Oh, yes," Max all but purred, winking at her.
She giggled, shaking her head. "If anyone asks, I had no part of this."
She pushed the door open further and allowed Max entrance, which she should have done in the first place, but to be fair she'd been a little off-kilter with his sudden arrival after the days of silence.
Max followed her inside.
"So what are you going to do to this book?"
"Haven't decided yet," Max replied. "She won't let me near it."
"And now she's gone and left it here. Shame, really."
"She thought it was safe," Max said with a nod.
"She was wrong," Cass said solemnly, even as she smiled.
Max picked up the book.
"Seriously – what are you going to do with it?" Cass asked, because she couldn't picture Max tearing up a book or ruining it in any way, especially not when it was a text book.
Max grinned innocently. "I wouldn't do a thing."
"Liar," Cass said with a laugh. "Seriously, what are you doing?"
Max shrugged, holding onto the book. "You'll see, Cassie."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, Maxie, whatever you say."
She was just happy things were okay between them, at least for the time being. That was really all that mattered.
"So what's so special about that book?" she couldn't help but ask as Max flipped through some of the pages.
It was an older book, without a true cover, and faded, mostly yellow pages. She always assumed it was a school textbook; why else would Quinn carry it around all the time? She just thought it was one of those classes Quinn took for fun, the ones which weren't required and thus Cass didn't know anything about them, or that particular book.
But now, watching Max's brow furrow slightly, she couldn't help but become curious.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," he said quickly, before he winced. "I mean… that was a lie."
And she knew how much he hated that.
"Tell me," she said.
He shrugged. "It's just a story about the Trifecta – little tidbits of information. A collection of random information on the previous Trifectas and everything."
"Oh," Cass said, frowning. "How did Quinn get it? Did you know?"
"I knew it had something to do with the Trifecta," Max said, sparing her a glance. "I also know you're expected to be the next Keeper, and Quinn the next Sage."
Cass swallowed. In truth she hadn't really told anyone much about that, but of course Max knew. No one kept secrets from him because they knew how much he hated it. He didn't hold grudges, but seeing the hurt written in his eyes was never fun, and thus they tended to steer clear of keeping secrets from him, or one another.
"That's what Morgan thinks," Cass said. Morgan was the current Sage; the previous Keeper and Warrior perished many years ago under circumstances which Cass was not privy. Morgan never told them what happened despite how many times they asked. Of course, that was understandable; Morgan was the last remaining member of her Trifecta. Why would she tell anyone about the death of her two friends?
Because as Morgan said, the bond between the members of the Trifecta was strong. You didn't have to be friends, but you'd always care about one another, and Morgan lost the Warrior and the Keeper all at once. Cass didn't blame her for not wishing to discuss it, even with the future Trifecta.
"Well, I wish you all luck," Max said, before smiling at her. "I think Nyx will be the next Warrior."
Cass smiled back. "Yeah – that's what I was thinking, too."
Max nodded once. "Well… I should be going. Aries is probably already tearing up everything in the house. She started doing that after, um…" He looked away, but he didn't need to say the words.
"I'm sorry," she said softly.
"It's whatever," Max said, shaking his head. "Anyway – yeah, I need to be going. I just wanted to clear the air between us."
"Thank you," she said sincerely. "It means a lot. I thought you hated me."
"I could never hate you, Cassie."
She scowled. "Don't call me that."
"I can't call you Cassie, I can't call Nyx Nyxie…"
"Nope, but we can call you Maxie."
"How is that fair?"
She just grinned, shaking her head.
He rolled his eyes and then moved toward the door, Quinn's book held in his grasp. "I'll talk to you later, Cass."
"See ya, Max."
A/N: Okay, so, to recap since it's probably really vague: Cass had a death vision about Max's dad's death. She gets visions, but this was like her first vision so it messed with her and stuff, especially the guilt. Morgan is an elderly woman right now, and was part of the previous Trifecta, and is the only remaining member of her Trifecta. She is picking the new Trifecta, or at least doing her best, but some things are still uncertain. In our first full-length story we will be dealing with that very issue. In fact I have a very, very vague summary for it:
Max has never been fond of lying. He's always been painfully honest with everyone. When Cass asks him to lie for her, no one is prepared for the consequences.
And so there's that very vague, brief summary for our first full-length story. Anyway - we are still working out who will be posting this story, and if we are going to write a chapter each - as in I would write evens, she would write odds - or if we are going to just write the whole story and then the next person writes the next story.
Thanks for reading and please review!