Hope you guys like this chapter. :) I had fun writing it. Can't wait to start writing pairings HAHAHAH

Some may not be what you'd think. ;D

Anyways, I don't own The Walking Dead Game or anything related.

"Mom, I'm at a friend's house. Make sure you tell dad so he doesn't freak out. :) -Love, Lilly."

Lilly sent the text as she stood outside of Carley's door. From the sidewalk it had looked a bit worn and run down, but now that she was closer it was worse. She could see spiderwebs clinging to corners and under the porch she could see a dead...bird? Rat? She couldn't be sure.

She briefly entertained the thought that Carley was pranking her. Surely nobody lived here but some scary old man with a dead body in his basement. For a moment she was worried the house was going to eat her alive.

Oh well, the chances of death are low.

With that encouraging thought, her fist rasped against the door.

"Ow, shit!" she cursed as a splinter entered her knuckle, "Of fucking course. You just had to ignore you Lilly-senses didn't you!" Lilly scolded herself as she cradled her 'injured' hand.

It took a few second before she realized the door was open.

"Lilly-senses? I've gotta train the nerd out of you, don't I?" Carley leaned in the doorway, arms crossed and smirk present.

"I barely heard you knock, but that cursing was magnificent. Bravo."

At the comment Lilly sighed, shooting a tiny glare at Carley.

As she walked in the door, Lilly was thankful it was cleaner than the outside. It was cluttered and messy, but not disgustingly so. Just as if a teenager lived there...everywhere.

A woman's raspy shout came from upstairs, "Carley! Do you have company? 'Cause if your gonna be fuck-"

"MOM! I brought someone here to study, Jesus!" Carley retorted, cutting off the woman - her mother-'s sentence. Her face was red and flustered.

"Okay, sure, but you know where the protection is, right?!" her mother yelled, voice warbling down the stairs.

Honestly Carley's face was the funniest thing Lilly had ever seen at that moment. It was the hue of a beet, her eyes were wide and wild, even her hair seemed to be embarrassed and enraged, locks of it falling in her face and being utterly tangled.

"Mom I know where the fucking shit is but I'm really just studying!" Carley hollered up at her mother.

"For once!" her mother retorted, then both parties were quiet.

Carley turned to Lilly.

"So, umm...my room is over here..." she said quietly, making her way down the hall and turning into a small, untidy room.

It smelled nice, though, and there seemed to be a pattern to it. Used clothes were pilled in the corner on a blue beanbag, her bed was a nest of blankets, her dresser had various knickknacks and wrappers placed on top. The carpet, though, was clean but for a few paper scraps.

Carley rooted through the top drawer of her dresser, throwing underclothes out and into the pile in the corner as she went.

"Ahh! Here it is!" she exclaimed victoriously, a simple spiral notebook with doodles on the front in her hands.

"What's that?" Lilly asked, peering at the thing through her glasses.

"Well," Carley started, grinning, "whenever I hear something...interesting about another person, I write it in here to bring up on a later date if they ever bother me. It was my friend Doug's idea."

Lilly nodded, "Doug sounds like a smart guy. He's in Jazz Band, right? Plays the saxophone?"

Carley laughed lightly, "Wow, you really know your shit. Yeah, he is," she affirmed as she flopped herself onto her bed, sitting with her legs crossed.

Carley flipped open the notebook which was about a quarter full to the next clean page. Lilly stood next to her, squinting at the notebook.

"Don't just stand there like a scarecrow. You can sit on my bed...as long as you don't mind the toxic radiation of my awesomeness."

Lilly chuckled, shaking her head gently, "No, I'm okay."

She leaned against Carley's mattress, by the girl's side. Carley produced a pen from the random mass of blankets on her bed and Lilly was immediately glad she didn't sit down and have a pen stab her in the ass.

"Okay, so, I have separate entry pages for each person. I have the 'Nice Bitches', though as you will notice I call them the 'Snitches', in the front. Tell me everything you know and if I don't already have it I can write it down," Carley explained, tapping the tip of her pen by the first name.

"Well," Lilly suddenly felt unsure. She definitely knew something that Carley didn't know, because if the girl did know, she would've told the school already.

She could be ruining these people's lives if the news got out.

On the other hand...

"You know Katjaa and Sarita's boyfriends, Nick and Luke? The football stars?"

Carley nodded.

"You know how they've been out of school for a couple of days?"

Carley nodded again, head tilted and eyes intrigued.

"Well, they made it sound like they were injured during practice, but really..."

"Oh my god, Doug, this makes so much sense!" Carley was pacing in circles around the picnic table.

The night before Lilly had stayed over for almost three hours. Carley had so many new things in her log that it was more than halfway full after one session. The shining bit of news, though, was pushing on the inside of her head begging to get out.

"They're banging each other! Nick and Luke are cheating on their girlfriends with each other and don't want them to know so they stayed home with an 'injury'! DOUG DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW USEFUL THIS INFORMATION IS!?"

Doug stood from his spot, setting down his book, and grabbed Carley's shoulders.

"You seem crazy, Car. You look insane. Did you sleep at all last night?"

"Ask your mom!" Carley responded in her typical sarcastic fashion, "But, dude, you've gotta be surprised too. We have to tell the Journalism Club to put in the school paper!"

Doug shook his head, "No, no. You can't do that. That's horrible. That would ruin their lives here at school, okay?"

"But I could tear apart the group! Molly could be our friend again! You have to miss her too, right?"

Doug's eyes were soft, "Of course I miss Molly. But this has nothing to do with her. It has to do with Nick and Luke, and just because they are dating Katjaa and Sarita it doesn't mean that the group will be torn apart."

Carley's muscles eased up, the tense excitement in her veins draining.

"I guess you're right."

Doug wrapped his arms around Carley's shoulders and hugged her.

"We can find another was to tear them apart and get Molly back without ruining other people's lives."

"Promise?"

"I promise."