(𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗.) 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍
❝ WELL, THIS IS AWKWARD. ❞

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"This looks like the right house, right?"

"Yep."

"Do we just knock or... break in?"

"I mean, it would take a long time to stand by and wait, so... break in?" Poet shrugged, glancing down at her nephew who nodded.

It was the next day after Poet and Paris found out Allison was alive, and after going back home to sleep and eat, they went on a search to find her house. Now, they stood in front of it early morning, sun beaming on them while Paris chewed on some pancakes.

"I mean, it's not the first time we've broken into a house," Paris gulped down his food as he and his aunt walked towards the front door. "Remember that one time we were going to that asshole's house back in Hollywood after he stabbed you?"

"God, he was such an idiot," Poet rolled her eyes. "Do I look stabbable?"

"Didn't Diego almost kill you when you first met?"

"I was gonna throw the knife at his head," the woman recalled, a smirk forming on her lips. "But, I felt nice and decided not to."

"Mmm, sure," Paris sarcastically said, squinting his eyes at her. He looked at the man next to Poet. "Dad, do you believe such lies coming from her mouth?"

"No, I don't," Julian answered, giving his sister a teasing smile. "She had a small crush on him that's why she didn't do anything."

"Shut up both of you."

The two chuckled and she playfully rolled her eyes before she and Paris looked at the door. She looked at the glass square closer to the door knob and raised her elbow, smashing against it. It, of course, caused the glass to break, but she raised her hand to stop the shards from falling to the ground and making a sound.

"Poet—" Julian started, but Poet raised her hand up and shushed him, mumbling a small "sorry" for cutting him off. She placed her hand through the broken glass and unlocked the door, causing a clicking sound to bounce off the house. She opened the door wider and peaked her head in. "Poet, Allison—"

"What the hell?"

Poet and Paris looked up at the source of sound and saw Allison with her mouth wide opened, staring at the two.

"Well," Paris cleared his throat, "this is awkward."

"Thank goodness you're alive," Allison breathed out, a smile breaking into her face while quickly walking to her friend. Poet smiled, too, and hugged her tightly. "Thought you were dead."

"Why?" Poet mumbled, parting away from the hug. She looked at her friend with furrowed eyebrows. "Did something happen?"

"Yeah, I—" Allison stopped herself at coming to see broken glass on the door and looked to her door. She gave Poet a look and the woman smiled sheepishly.

"We were going to break in," she innocently let out. "We might've knocked first."

"Yeah, you should've."

"I can handle this," Paris said. "Be right back."

He sped away and Poet puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms while waiting for her nephew to come back. He did in a matter of seconds, but he wasn't alone. A scared man was next to him, holding onto the doorway with tools in his hands.

"Paris," Poet sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "What did I say about speeding with strangers?"

"Yeah, but he can fix the glass," Paris argued, "and you can take this part out of his head, can you not?"

Poet stayed quiet before she nodded. "Fine. But this is the last time."

Paris nodded and Allison turned to look at her friend, quickly hugging him. "But did you not see?"

"What?" Poet asked.

"There was a newspaper that two people died in a car crash," Allison led the two towards her kitchen. "Said that a 31-year-old woman and a 15-year-old teenage boy were found dead after they hit a pole. They were later claimed to be of the last name Capulet."

At entering the dining room, Poet's eyes immediately lightened up when she saw Klaus rubbing his face.

"Klaus," Poet smiled.

Said man looked up and a bright, wide smile spread on his lips. He sprung up from the chair he was sitting on and walked towards the girl with opened arms.

"Poet!" The man dramatically fake sobbed, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She chuckled and hugged him back, the two swaying side to side. "God, another sane person here." Allison rolled her eyes and watched as Klaus placed his hands on Poet's face. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too, babe," Poet smiled, watching as he moved to Paris, who he hugged just as tight. She then read his mind and saw what he wanted, transferring that thought to the blue-eyed boy. Before they could blink, Paris sped away and came back with a dish.

"Is that menudo?" Klaus gasped, covering his face.

"Yep."

"Oh, I love you two!"

Poet chuckled before turning to look back at Allison. "Now, where's this newspaper where these Capulets were found dead?"

Allison turned around and opened a drawer, looking through papers. She immediately grabbed the one she was looking for and passed it to her friend. Poet grabbed it and scanned her eyes through it, reading the three paragraphs under 20 seconds.

"Allison," Poet shook her head, letting another sigh escape her lips. Allison from beside her, arms crossed, hummed. Poet leaned closer and pointed out two names. "It says right here, that the two peoples names were John and Nancy Capulet. My aunt and my cousin."

"Oh," Allison smiled sheepishly. "I didn't read the rest because I was in shock."

Poet chuckled and glanced at Paris. "That newspaper haunted all of us. My parents had it hung up on their wall."

"Why?" Allison questioned.

"They were obsessed with the sudden deaths of women and their kids dying at their early thirties and the kids would die at the age of 15 or 16."

"Wait, you two are that age," Klaus pointed out, eating his food.

"Yeah, but me and Julian has this thing going on where we believed our parents killed them," Poet shrugged. "As soon as they died, the deaths stopped."

"Why would they do that?"

"Our parents were assholes. I wouldn't be surprised if they killed people."

"What have you guys been up to?" Paris asked, staring at the siblings, clearly trying to change the subject.

"Klaus created a cult," Allison smiled, pointing at her brother.

Klaus scoffed, trying to think of a better word for it. "Ugh, no I didn't. I just have very... strong supporters."

"Mmm sure."

"Allison's a civil rights activist," Klaus mumbled out with food in his mouth.

Poet turned to look at her friend. "I know. Saw you last night at the riot."

Allison stayed quiet before clearing her throat and faking a smile. "What about you?"

"I'm a teacher," Poet answered. "Teach History."

"Have you heard about anyone else?" Allison questioned. "Diego?"

Paris rapidly shook his head at Allison. The woman looked at him confusedly while Poet's smile faltered. "Um, I don't know... I just... don't want to get my hopes up. I know how much trouble he can get himself into and I'm afraid that if I have high hopes, I'm going to be disappointed at the very end if he's not... alive."

"Poet, he's very much alive," Allison furrowed her eyebrows. "I was only asking that question to see if you knew about him. I haven't seen the others, but Diego was on the newspaper." She went back to her drawer and got out a newspaper. She passed it to the woman. "He was arrested because he was walking around with knives. I heard he got put into a hospital, but I'm not sure which one."

Poet felt her eyes tear up at coming to see Diego's face, and she ran her thumb over the paper.

"Poet?" Klaus called out to the girl.

"He's alive..."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE!

ahhh sorry for not updating!
i had some family issues and
school started so i have a hard
time updating but im trying my
best, but hey, poet now knows
Diego's alive so there's that and
now Diego's dumbass needs to
read the article 🙂