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[harper reese lebeau]

Harper wasn't sure if Trez would be home, or even if she wanted to see him again. He had been half asleep, right? It didn't mean he remembered her, or meant anything he had said. She simply put it off as everyone says things when they're half asleep.

She knocked on the door, holding the paper bag of extra doughnuts she had left over from the morning. The manager always said if you can't sell it, throw it out. But she didn't like tossing food she worked hard on, and usually gave it to a random customer or something. She looked down at her shoes, chewing gently on her lip.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez was busy beating Sean with a pillow for something he said when there was a knock at the door. He dropped it, yelping as it struck him in the back of the head.

He stuck his togue out, opening the door, and smiled. "Harp-
"Trez you fucked up my hair!" Sean yowled.

Trez laughed, stepping aside to let her in.

[harper reese lebeau]

"Yeah, Trez. Quit fucking up people's hair." She teased. Her own short hair had fallen out of her ponytail, so she just had the holder around her wrist. She held out the bag, putting her other hand in her pocket.

"I come with treats. You know, considering you guys are like normal people and actually eat doughnuts." She said with a smile, glancing over at Sean. "Ew, bed head." She said, wrinkling her nose.

[alexander 'xan' manuel steele]

Trez laughed, closing the door. "Well duh, sugar," He teased.

Sean wrinkled his nose at her. "Ew, girl. Trez quit bringing girls homeee," He complained, blue eyes bright with laughter. He sat up, snatching the bag from Trez's hand and hesding for the kitchen, pulling the treats out and hauling himself onto the couter. "I get this one."

Trez smirked. "I swear he's like a little kid." He smiled at Harper. "Thanks."

[harper reese lebeau]

"Maybe I'm a boy in disguise." She said sarcastically. "Just don't like, go telling anyone." She could have pulled off being a boy today, though. She had on a baggy pair of faded jeans, falling down far enough for you to see her briefs. Her spiderman shirt was baggy enough that you couldn't see her chest.

She laughed at Trez's comment, glancing over at him. "Well, duh. Sugar." She said with a smirk. "Who doesn't like doughnuts? They are crucial to our.. existence and.. stuff.." She shrugged, sitting on the edge of the table.

[trez matthew steele]

Sean bit into a dougnut, smirked. "I'm pretty sure I know every detail of another guy. And you ain't got no dick down there."

"Sean," Trez groaned in exasperation. "Ignore him," He smiled sheepishly, dropping onto the couch. "You free you hang tod-"
"I will not be ignoreeddd," Sean drawled from the kitchen counter, finishing his treat and chucking another pillow at Trez.

He huffed, shoving it aside. "It's okay, he can't pull off being a boy at all," Trez taunted.

[harper reese lebeau]

Harper didn't seem very phased by what he said. She didn't consider herself a complete girl, but she wasn't a boy either. "Maybe I don't. Yet." She smirked, winking over at Trez. She followed him to the couch a few moments after the pillow was thrown. "I guess I can move around my horribly busy schedule of busyness, and busy things to be lazy here for a little while." She teased, sitting down at one end of the sofa. She bent over, shaking her hair out. She didn't think she had anything on her, but she didn't want to end up finding something, either. She leaned back against the sofa, leaning back against the sofa. She stretched out, her shirt riding up. She pulled it back down, looking over at Trez.

[trez matthew steele]

Trez laughed softly. "No half asleep guys to walk home?" He teased, playing with his lip ring. It felt weird to have in after so long. He shifted his weight, rolling onto his back and draping an arm over his stomach. "My brother's back," He murmured almost absently, wondering if he was still asleep or if he had left early to do something.

[harper reese lebeau]

"No. All the half asleep guys are working. Darn them." She said with a smile, reaching over to play with his hair. "You look really good with a lip ring." She said, leaning back again. She folded her hands over her stomach, glancing back over at Sean.

"I didn't know your brother was gone. But that's rad." She ran her fingers through her hair, then laced them behind her head, tapping her foot on the ground. "Do we need to make another cake? One you actually eat this time?" She asked. She wanted to look back over at him, but didn't want him to think she was staring. She chewed on her lip, still tapping her foot.

[trez matthew steele]

"Yeah," He mumbled. "He died. Of leukemia. That's what the funeral was for the day you made that last one." He glanced at her, smiled just slightly. "Thanks."

Sean cut in at the comment about the cake. "Trez hasn't touched cake in forever. So we ate it all." Trez glared, flipping him off over the back of the couch. But he knew as much as the other that Sean hadn't touched cake either, had been sick soon after, grieving just as much.