AN: Yes. So, chapter 2. By the end of this chapter, you might know what I'm getting at, and you might not. The chances of you knowing will increase by Chapter 3. Are you excited?

DAYS

Chapter 2

The Night Of, Part 1

After spending all morning doing her hair and picking the perfect outfit, she had gone to the fairgrounds early to help her parents set up their goldfish fishing stand. The trio had finished earlier than they had expected.

"Hey mama, since we finished early is it alright if I go and pick up Pence and Hayner?" Olette asked, crossing her fingers behind her back for good luck. Sometimes, her mother could be a stickler, and any number of things could go wrong or they could need Olette's help. Thankfully, it was not so.

"Sure, honey. Just make sure you don't get distracted. The festival is one night only, and if you get too distracted and get on a train you'll be stuck there all night." Olette smiled and nodded.

"Come on Amerie, you know our daughter better than that," Olette's father said, gripping Olette firmly on the shoulder and grinning. "Now go on, you don't want to walk all the way over to their houses just to find out they left already, do you?" Olette shook her head, and grabbing her bag made her way out of the fairgrounds.

"Bye mama, bye papa! See you in a bit!"

oOo

It had been a fairly smooth walk to Pence's house, despite Olette's tendency to be clumsy in wedges. When she arrived there, per the norm, Pence was the only one who was actually ready. (It wasn't that everyone except him in his family was spectacularly late; it was that Pence was always spectacularly early.) Olette sat in the family's living room, while Pence got money from his mother. (And secretly, as Pence was his favorite, his grandfather.) Olette observed the room. It was quite apparent that Pence's family had money. For good reason.

His family had founded and owned the only bank, and his mother was quite the famous artist. The living room was finely decorated, with a fireplace and various art (most of it not by his mother) lining the walls. The couches were made a plush fabric, and a highly decorative rug sat on the wood flooring. She almost got lost in the colors and fleurs-de-lises when a shout from Pence brought her back to reality.

"Hey, Olette! Ready to go?" Olette stood up and mentally shook herself off. She nodded.

"You got everything you need?"

"Yep!"

"Good. We'll get going, then," Olette said. The duo stepped out of the house and made their way to Hayner's household.

oOo

When Olette and Pence got to Hayner's house, the place was in chaos as usual. Hayner's family was quite the opposite of Pence's family. They were disorganized and focused mainly on the physical. It was a testosterone-filled household, although more often than not it was Hayner's mother who wrestled her children into submission rather than their father. It was simply how she was raised. And she was also the one who opened the door, more often than not.

"Pence! Olette! Welcome, come on it. Sorry for the mess, and—Damn it, Peter, quit pulling your sister's hair!" The door was left open as Hayner's mom went to go take care of the situation that had unraveled. Pence and Olette entered the house, closing the door behind them.

"Uhm, just sit down on the couch, I'll go get Hayner," Jackie, Hayner's eldest brother said. Jackie walked towards the staircase and shouted. "Hayner, get your ass down, your friends are here!" There was a pause. After half a minute of no response, Jackie jogged up the stairs. More than likely to wrangle Hayner down.

It was quite odd, Olette always thought, about how the three of them got along. It was generally because of their mothers, who had known each other since elementary school. But even after all that nonsense the media calls puberty, they still managed to remain best friends. (Even though Olette was quite murderous when she was on that time of the month.) For whatever reason there may be, the trio stuck together like glue. Hayner was the well-known schemer, and Olette was the realist, with Pence acting as the mediator between the two. With their personalities combined, they had their own little symbiosis.

Olette had been wondering, though. Dabbling in thoughts she shouldn't, and ideas that weren't safe. Ideas she'd never announce aloud, especially to her friends. Lately, Olette had wondered what it would be like if someone had just DIED. Although she was the realist, she was bored. Tired of the same mundane routine. She, however, contributed her rather murderous imagination as of late to watching too many horror movies. All the same, the summer festival was a godsend from the lather-rinse-repeat lifestyle that most of the Twilight Town residents lived.

"Hey, Olette. You're spacing out again." Pence shook Olette by the shoulder and she looked up, rather shocked.

"Oh, sorry Pence. I…didn't sleep much last night. Was way too excited," Olette replied, with a smile on her face. Olette looked up at the staircase, hearing Hayner's familiar footsteps.

"Told you so," Jackie said to his brother. Hayner frowned at his brother, as they both reached the bottom of the staircase.

"Why do I have to leave earlier than all of you?" Hayner crossed his arms, still frowning.

"Because, you're going to hang out with your friends beforehand, aren't you?" Jackie had a grin on his face and his arms were also crossed.

"Yeah yeah…Alright then! Hey Pence and Olette, you guys ready?" The two addressed nodded.

"You know it!" Pence said in reply.

"Alright boys, let's get going, then!" Olette grinned, and the three friends stepped outside, eager for the adventures that they might participate in during the festival.

CHAPTER 2: END