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I walk over to Newt, who's leaning against a wall, looking around, for what, I had no clue, but I had a very a strong guess. Maybe I should've said who.

I reach him, and tap him on the shoulder. He turns around to look at me, and then it takes him a few moments to register its me.

"Oh, hey there, Liv."

I snort. "Who you looking for." I say simply, a smirk reaching my face.

"No one."

"Don't lie to me, Newt."

"You know full well who I'm looking for."

"I know." I mimic his position, and lean against the wall like he is.

"Where's everyone else?" I ask, when I realise he's not going to speak about Fawn anymore.

"Tommy and Minho went to get the party cannons or whatever." Newt shrugs. "Oh, there they are." He points at the direction they're at, and then I turn around, and a loud bang sounds in my ears.

Streamers are falling around me, different colours of plastic landing in my hair and my clothes. I turn around to see who did that, and see Thomas standing next to me, laughing hysterically.

"Thomas!" I gasp at him, beginning to laugh as well.

"You look very rainbow."

I take some of the confetti off my head and hair, roll it up into a ball, and then throw it onto Thomas. It falls gently around him, landing on his hair.

"And so do you." I smile at him, and he makes a face at me.

Another bang sounds in the room somewhere, and me and Thomas turn around. I see Minho has set off another party cannon at Lyra, and her face is stormy. She turns around, takes the empty cannon from Minho's hands, and lifts it up threateningly. Minho gets the message and begins running around the Homestead; Lyra chasing him around, shouting indistinguishable words at him. After a while, she gives up and walks over to Fawn, who helps takes out the confetti in her hair. Minho heads his way over to me, Thomas and Newt.

He's breathing quickly, but not as much as I would've been if I'd been the one running around.

"Do you think she hates me?" Minho puffs out, placing his hands on his hips.

"Yes." Me and Thomas say at the same time.

"This year's just not your year, Minho." Thomas smirks. "Neither was last year, or the year before, or the year before that-"

"Shut up, you shank." Minho grumbles, pushing Thomas away playfully. "I don't even like her. She's stuck-up."

I gasp. "Wait till I tell her that."

"Tell her and watch."

"Minho." Newt says threateningly, standing up properly instead of leaning against the wall.

I snort. "I'm grateful of your protectiveness, brother."

"Anytime." Newt snorts, leaning against the wall again now that he's comfortable.

I shake my head, and then walk away to Lyra and Fawn, who are finished taking the confetti out of Lyra's hair.

"Would you like us to take the confetti out of yours?" Fawn asks, pointing at a piece of confetti snaking it's way down my hair.

I shake my head again. "I'm fine with it." Lyra gives me a look, as if to say, "I wish I could be you." I just shrug at her, and she smiles back.

Someone then taps me on the shoulder. I turn around, and see Newt standing behind me.

"Tommy wants you all at the sofa." He looks at each of us, his eyes landing a little longer on Fawn. When he doesn't leave, I just cough at him.

"You know, we don't need an escort."

"Right." Newt coughs awkwardly, limping back to to the sofa. I smile sympathetically at his back. (Readers, don't kill me for adding the limp)

I then turn around to face Fawn. "Now you believe me when I say he likes you?" Fawn just lets out a little shrug. Ugh, she was adorable.

I smile back, and then head over to the sofa, sitting down and making myself comfortable. I realise I'm sat opposite Thomas, and he smirks at me. I just raise my eyebrows at him back.

"Alright, now that everybody's here." Thomas begins, clapping to get everyone's attention. "Truth or Dare, Livvy."

"What?" I'm so taken aback at the sudden start that I barely hear Thomas speak to me.

"Truth or Dare." Thomas stares intently into my eyes.

I debate what to pick. "Truth." I say. I'm too tired to get up and do something.

"Why are you always smiling?"

This makes me smile, which is ironic, really. "I like smiling." I say simply, which is probably the truth. I did smile a lot.

"Okay, your turn." Thomas just stares at me, as if he's really intrigued.

"Umm, okay." I trill. "Lyra, Truth or Dare."

"Dare." She says, as Minho snorts. Lyra sends daggers through her eyes at him.

"I dare you to spend a week without your nails." I smirk, knowing this will be torture for her.

"I hate you." Lyra says, beginning to peel off the nails from her fingers.

"You really don't." I beam at her sarcastically. She just snorts.

"Minho, Truth or Dare." Lyra says, not even looking up from her fingers.

"Dare." Minho leans back, staring dead at Lyra.

"Wait!" Thomas shouts, walking over to Lyra. "I suggest something!" He leans over to whisper in her ear, and her eyes get an evil glimmer. When Thomas is finished, he goes and sits back down, winking at me.

"Spend a week without hair gel." Lyra smirks, finally looking up.

Minho's mouth is hanging open, like he can't believe it. I'm guessing hair gel was his world.

"Thomas, I swear, watch what happens to you." Minho turns around, looking at him.

Thomas sticks his hands up in defense. "I didn't ask her to say that."

"Yes you did. We all watched you." Minho states sarcastically.

"No, I only suggested the idea. She was the one that said it." Thomas smirks.

Minho turns around in defeat, leaning back against the sofa, staring at Lyra. She challenges him with her eyes.

"Whatever." He eventually says. "Truth or Dare, Newt."

This I had to see. My brother squirms awkwardly, clearly analysing the simple question deeply.

"Truth."

"Why do you have a limp?" Minho asks innocently.

I feel my heart drops. The smile on my face vanishes. No. Minho didn't need to know. I see Newt's face go pale, and I knew he wouldn't be able to speak.

I think about what to say. To make it obvious something was wrong, or to lie to cover it up?

Lie.

"Oh, this is a funny story!" I begin to fake-laugh, trying to make it sound real as possible. "We were at a trampoline park, and while he was jumping I came in his way, and then his ankle bent weirdly, and now it's not the same." I look at Newt, hoping he read the message in my eyes.

"Yeah, I've not been the bloody same since then." Newt adds, trying to make it sound as real as possible. He looks me in my eyes, thanking me. I blink slowly at him back: Your Welcome.

"Oh." Minho says. "Well, it's your turn."

"Actually, I'm feeling a bit tired." Newt coughs. "I'm bloody jet-lagged."

"I mean, look at the time! It's 10PM, and we have to wake up early tomorrow!" I say, covering up for Newt. My poor brother.

"Livvy's right." Thomas says, and I give him a look for calling me that, although I'm grateful. "As much as I'd love to stay up all night, I don't plan on getting detention tomorrow."

"I feel like you will anyway." I snort.

"Exactly." Thomas shrugs, getting up. "See all of you tomorrow." And then he just leaves.

"Yeah." Newt says awkwardly, still in shock after the situation. He gives me a small smile, and then leaves, followed by Minho, who doesn't say anything.

"Right, girls." I say, also getting up. "I will see you all tomorrow."

"Bye." Lyra and Fawn say at the same time, joining me as we head to the hallway. I wave at them both before entering my room.

Once the door is locked, I collapse on the bed. Newt was right; me and him are jet-lagged, even if it was just an excuse to finish the night off.

My poor brother. I wonder what he was feeling when Minho asked him that question. If I was in his place, I'd be bloody shocked as well. I really hoped he was okay.

I decide I'm going to message him. I reach out for my phone in my pocket, and head to WhatsApp. I head to my Archived, and press on the only number there: Newt's.

I open the chat with him, and message him.

Mama Noot 🩵

Are you alright?

He replies straight away.

Yeah.
Thanks for backing me.

Anytime, brother

And you, sister.
Tommy is going to create a groupchat with everyone.
I gave him your number.

Alright
Goodnight Newt

Goodnight

I exit WhatsApp, and place my phone down on the bedside table. I'll check the groupchat later. Right now, all I want to do is sleep.

I get up, and open up the walk-in wardrobe. I find my pajamas, and dress into them, and then head to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I'm done, I braid my hair loosely, and then climb back into bed.

Gosh, I was so tired. Why did the UK have to be so far away from America?

I close my eyes, and let sleep take me away to dreams in my mind.

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A/N

Kind of a filler chapter but at least it's something! Are u lot liking this group so far? Hope it's entertaining lol, and not too fast or slow!

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