"Morning Sleeping Beauty." Quentin laughed as Mitch walked by, a steaming coffee mug in his hand. Mitch smiled and waved back, but didn't stop walking, pulling the zipper up more on his hoodie. He didn't get any sleep the night before, with the visit with Weiss, the nightmare, and his own thoughts. He didn't even get to fly that night. It was already about noon when Mitch finally decided to drag himself out of bed, and he knew who he needed to talk to right away.

Mitch finally stopped in front of Ian's door, and raised his hand to knock on the door. He was about to knock when he heard Ian yelling from the other side of the door, accompanied by the mashing of a keyboard. Of course he would be recording when I need to talk to him. Perfect. I'll just have to come back later. Mitch thought to himself, groaning loudly as he began to walk away.

He was about to head down the stairs when something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head toward Jason's bedroom, the door to his room being wide open. That's weird... he doesn't usually leave his door open... even when he's not recording. Mitch thought, raising an eyebrow as he walked over to his friend's room. He poked his head inside, looking around the room. The room was dark, the only light coming from behind his closed window blinds, and from his computer, where Minecraft was open, its red game over screen showing on screen.

Jason was asleep at his computer, his head resting on his keyboard, one of his hands hanging limply at his sides as he snored. He was still wearing the same clothes he was wearing when he had gotten back, which would be a cyan jacket and jeans. His navy baseball hat was on his head, looking like it was about to fall off. Mitch bit his lip, trying not to burst to laughing at his friend's weird sleeping position. He must have been really exhausted from that trip to the graveyard to fall asleep In the middle of playing! Mitch thought as he snickered a bit.

Mitch was about to walk out and shut the door when something caught his attention. Mitch's eyes widened as he stared at it, his mouth hanging open a bit. On the corner of Jason's bed there was a pale green winter scarf, which was shimmering in the pale light.

Trying to be as quiet as he could, Mitch stalked his way to the side of the bed, his light weight making his steps almost silent as he stepped. He sat on the end of Jason's bed, picking the scarf up with his hands. The scarf felt like silk as he weaved it around his fingers, the green fabric giving off a sense of comfort... and to Mitch, the scarf was very familiar.

This is Weiss's scarf... How did Jason get this? Why does he have this? It might just be a coincidence... Mitch thought as he placed the scarf back on the bed, a feeling of uneasiness over him as he began to walk to the door. But he stumbled on the leg of the bed, and he tripped, and landed right on his back, where the wings connected to his shoulders. He let out a yell as he felt pain shoot through his wings, and he jumped up, his wings twitching painfully and uncomfortably under his hoodie. Mitch took deep breaths as the pain soothed, biting his tongue.

He sighed, and turned toward the door... and saw that Jason was wide awake, staring at him with wide eyes and an open jaw. "Mitch?" He asked in a hoarse voice. "What are you doing in my room?"

Mitch stuttered, his mouth failing to form words. This would be a good time to ask about the scarf. Ask him. He thought as Jason crossed his arms, a frustrated and angry look on his face. "I-I was just wondering where you got that scarf."

This took Jason by surprise, his expression quickly changing into one of surprise, before almost instantly changing into one of mock anger again. "Why do you want to know?"

"I recognize that scarf that's all." Mitch said with a new sense of confidence in his voice.

Jason looked away, uncrossing his arms as he stuttered. "I-It used to belong to an old friend of mine-"

"Weiss Thompson. Is that who you were going to say?"

Jason let out a stutter as he stepped back, a look of shock and confusion on his face. "H-how did you...?"

"So it was hers?" Mitch asked, taking a few steps toward the door.

Jason was unable to form words, a few stutters coming out of his mouth as he nodded his head. "H-how did you know her? She's d-dead!" He gasped.

"That's not important. How did you know her?" Mitch asked.

"S-she was my best friend. I-I we lived right down the street from one another, a few houses down from here, about four years ago. I moved after she..." Jason's voice trailed off, as he looked at Mitch with sadness in his eyes.

Mitch sighed. He wasn't expecting for Weiss to have been friends with any of his own friends... but he remembered her saying she was by their house the day Mitch had died because she was looking for someone. Was she talking about Jason? That would explain why she got so worried when I had mentioned one of my friends getting hurt... she must've thought that it was Jason... Same goes for Jason... he might've been visiting her grave yesterday. Mitch thought as he put a hand on Jason's shoulder.

"Jason," Mitch said, a twinge of understanding in his voice. "I need you to trust me when I say that I will explain all of this to you. Just not today. But I do promise you, I am going to tell you. Soon. I have to go, so just... please don't say anything. Okay dude?"

Jason nodded silently, and smiled a bit. Mitch smiled back too, and walked out of the door.

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Jerome let out a huff as he slid back in his chair, putting his head in his hands. He had just finished a recording with Adam and Ryan, a match in the Hunger Games. Jerome hadn't even bothered to invite Mitch to play with him, Jerome still a bit angered about the 'conversation' they had the day before. Still, the fact that his best friend was hiding secrets from him made him heated.

Jerome was about to pull out his phone to check Twitter when he heard a knocking at his door. Jerome rose an eyebrow. He never locks his door, and he was wondering why anyone wouldn't just walk in. Jerome, pulled himself out of his chair, walking over to his door. With curiosity, Jerome opened his door, before letting out a bitter sigh.

"Oh. Hi Mitch." Jerome said with a sour tone in his voice. Mitch was standing outside of his room, with a nervous look on his face. Surprised by the sourness in Jerome's greeting, Mitch looked down to his feet with a stutter.

"H-Hey Jerome." He stuttered, still looking at the floor. "I just wanted to apologize."

Jerome sighed. He wasn't too interested in an apology, he just wanted answers. But he didn't interrupt, letting Mitch continue as he leaned on the frame of his door.

"I wasn't trying to be a jerk yesterday. I just wanted to be left alone. But I know you were worried about me, and just wanted to know what was going on." Mitch stopped, taking a look at Jerome, who motioned for Mitch to continue. "And I've decided that I'm going to tell you."

This got Jerome's attention. He perked up, and stopped leaning, standing up straight. "I'm listening, what is it?"

Mitch laughed a bit nervously, scratching the back of his head as he looked away. "Well, I'm not going to tell you at this exact moment..."

Jerome scoffed loudly, moving back into his room as he began to shut his door, when Mitch put his hand against the door, pushing it back. Jerome jumped back as the door slammed against the wall with the little push Mitch had given it.

"But," Mitch began, continuing as if nothing had happened, "I want to tell you later tonight. Question is, are you willing to pull an all-nighter?"

Jerome raised an eyebrow in curiosity, but nodded. Mitch smiled. "Good. So this is how this is going to work..."

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Mitch could feel his wings twitching nervously under his hoodie as he paced around the edge of the pool, the Benja biting his hand nervously. Ian, who had pulled up a lawn chair a few feet away from the pool, was watching as his friend continued to act nervously.

"Mitch, I think you're beginning to wear a trail in the ground with the amount of times you've walked around!" Ian said with a laugh as he leaned back in his chair, reading his watch. It read '2:31'. "Don't worry, I'm sure everything will go fine."

Mitch didn't reply, and only made a frustrated huff as he finally stopped near Ian's chair, gripping the back of it with one hand. "I can't help it!" He finally said as he tapped on the ground with one foot. "You finding out about my wings was completely different. You weren't supposed to see them at all."

Ian rolled his eyes, looking at the reflection of the nearly full moon in the water. "Well, at least it was me and not someone like Adam or Ty. No offence to them, but if they found out first, I can assure you that everyone in this house would know about your wings by now."

"True." Mitch muttered. "But still, I still don't know what exactly I'm going to tell him. Where do I even start?"

"Well, I think you should-" Ian began, before he was interrupted by the sound of the back door creaking open. The two snapped to attention as Jerome stepped into the moonlight, a look of curiosity on his face as his eyes wandered between the nervous Mitch and the silent Ian. Jerome was wearing the same thing he had been wearing earlier (his hoodie, baseball hat, and jeans), and his eyes narrowed.

"Why is Ian here?" Jerome asked, pointing to Ian as he stood a few feet in front of Mitch. He then shivered, pulling his black hoodie closer to himself.

Mitch let out a loud sigh, before he began. "Jerome, I know that you want answers, and I get that. But, I'm pretty sure whatever you think I'm hiding from you is probably not nearly as big as what I actually am."

Though Mitch probably wasn't supposed to hear it, he heard Jerome mumble under his breath. "Yeah right..."

Regardless, Mitch just pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued. "I just didn't know what to say, or how to explain it to you. But, I'm going to try. Just please try not to interrupt, if you can." Mitch stopped, exchanged a glance with Ian, who was giving him an encouraging look, and Jerome, who had a skeptical look on his face, but willed him to go on.

Mitch took a deep breath, and began. "Jerome, remember when I was hit by the 4x4? My heart had stopped right? I looked dead. Only a few hours later I looked completely normal? I know you remember." Jerome nodded, his skeptical look being replaced by one of curiosity. "Well, what if I told you that I actually did die then?"

Mitch noticed that Jerome looked a bit uncomfortable, his brown eyes avoiding eye contact with Mitch's own. "Well, I would say that was impossible." He replied.

"Well, it's true biggums. I died." Mitch continued, trying to ignore the look of confusion and surprise on Jerome's face. "I died, and I woke up in this weird white space. Ian told me that you saw the girl I had pushed out of the road. Well, turns out she was actually a ghost, and I had basically died for nothing. I saw her in that white space, and she gave me an offer. She could bring me back to life, but there was a catch involved. I accepted, and I woke up in the hospital, where you tackled me. Following me so far?"

Jerome had a skeptical look on his face, his arms crossed. Mitch's shoulders drooped in disappointment. "You don't believe me." Mitch said simply.

"Well, I do believe that what you're saying is total bogus." Jerome replied. "No offence biggums, but your story is very hard to believe! Can you prove it to me?"

Mitch bit his lip. This was the part he had dreaded the most. He looked again to Ian, who was smiling and giving him a thumbs-up. "Okay Jerome, I'm going to show you something, but... please don't freak out."

Jerome rose an eyebrow as Mitch began to unzip his hoodie, and Mitch tossed it to Ian, who caught it. Mitch's wings were still wrapped his waist, Jerome's eyes widening as he eyed them. However, Mitch was pretty sure he didn't yet know what they were yet.

Mitch took one last deep breath before he let his wings open wide behind him, the pure white feathers shining in the bright, pale moonlight. He watched as Jerome's eyes widened, his mouth dropping open and his arms falling to his sides.

"M-Mitch... A-Are those...?" Jerome stuttered, his mouth hardly able to form words.

Mitch nodded. "Jerome, this is my secret."