Notes: Snow day! Even though there's no snow on the ground! YAY! Unfortunately, this part is no where near what I wanted it to be, but my plot bunnies have abandoned me, so we'll have to make due.

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Awkward

Part II: Collin

Collin wasn't sure who to hate in that moment in time, as he sat next to his girlfriend and across from his baby sister's boyfriend.

To get him to come that night, it had been a joint effort on Serena's and Jimena's parts. Serena had done the dreaded Baby-Sister-Puppy-Dog-Eyes-And-Pout-Combination, and Jimena had quite plainly said that if he left her to go out with Serena and Stanton alone then she would dump his ass and kick it all the way from LA to New York.

But seeing as how he couldn't hate either his baby sister or his girlfriend, he would have to settle for hating Stanton.

"So," he heard Serena's voice in the back of his mind, but he didn't pay attention: all his energy was focused on glaring at Stanton.

Obviously Stanton didn't notice Collin's glares because his hand dropped under the table. Collin knew exactly where that hand was going – onto Serena's lap. Collin gritted his teeth; so what if Collin was doing the same thing with Jimena – no one, not even Satan or whatever Stanton supposedly was, could touch his baby sister like that.

He was about to yell at Stanton to get his hands off, but vaguely he recognized that Jimena was talking. He wasn't so stupid as to interrupt Jimena, even when it was obvious she didn't feel like talking at that particular moment.

The group was once again engulfed in silence.

"Hands off my sister," Collin thought, but he didn't say it aloud – he knew Serena would get mad at him, and living with a pissed off telepath was not something he enjoyed.

So... Collin would just have to be comfortable with making Stanton awkward as hell.