"Autumn is the time for soft blankets, crackling fires, and hot tea that warms the soul." – Tumblr

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"Psst!"

"Andrew? Why're you calling me? We're supposed to be asleep!"

"Lucy, I need your help."

"Sure, what's up?"

"I know you need persua– hold on, what?"

"How can I help you?"

"Woah, why're you helping me? How do you know I'm serious?"

"You never call me Lucy. It's always Luce, or sis, or young one, or twat."

"You are a twat."

"Tell me what's up, before I change my mind about helping you."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Bro, I've barely gotten past the cooties stage."

"But you're fiftee– never mind. Anyway, I think I'm in love with Quinn."

"The sarcastic brunette you keep gushing about?"

"I don't gush! I simply talk about her in an affectionate manner."

"Whatever floats your goat. If you love her, tell her. Simple as that."

"She's miles away, young one."

"My argument remains intact."

"...Are you implying we sneak out to see her?"

"I'm implying exactly that. Good to see that you have some common sense in that thick skull of yours. So, the last train always leaves at midnight."

"Uh, it's eleven forty-five right now."

"Fifteen minutes to sneak out and board a train. Easy peasy."

"Luce, are you sure you want to do this?"

"You said you're in love. I believe you. Mom and dad probably won't, so let's sneak out and see Quinn. Haven't you ever wanted to take a midnight train, going anywhere?"

"...Fine, as long as you stop quoting Journey songs."

"That's the spirit! Now come on, let's give your lonely love life some spice."