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It wasn't corny, it wasn't silly, Reese thought. Not at all! It wasn't strange to have these feelings for his brother. After all, he was his closest friend, one of the few people in his life who actually respected him, defended him and never called him names. Malcolm actually enjoyed his company and he certainly enjoyed his!
Brock was like a harness for him; strong, durable, always secure, always right where he needed him. Rusty watched him sleep, watched his head bob up and down as he nodded off slowly, serenely for the first time in what must have been months. He stared at him and the way he seemed so at peace for once, so calm.
It was a little after 1am and Rusty should not be up, absolutely should not have been but he was wandering the halls of Venture Tower anyway. Brock was... somewhere, he didn't know where, but once he rounded the corner and got to the bottom of the stairs he saw just where. The man was there on the couch, scrolling on his jPad, the TV the only light in the whole room. Rusty paused just behind him, almost holding his breath, unsure of what to say to the man before him. It was late. He should just go up to bed.
There was just something about him, Lenny couldn't quite put his finger on it. Was it his ultra-calm demeanor? The way that he just didn't seem to care what other people thought? Maybe it was the way he could say literally anything and get him to crack a smile. Lenny didn't know but he knew one thing, he was definitely drawn to Carl Carlson like a moth to a flame. And he wasn't going to question why their thing worked, it just did. Why worry?
It felt right, being out here like this, on this chilly november morning. There was sadness in the air too but Rusty brushed that aside. The whole family was here, standing off to the side of the burned down rubble that was once the Venture Compound. It was here they had gathered to commemorate J.J.'s memory, a sort of grave sight or marker if you will.
He was sinking, further and further down into this pit of despair. Ian didn't think he'd ever be able to climb back up out of it either. It'd been years now, years, since he'd begun drinking heavily. After many attempts of quitting, it was just a matter of time before he found himself back in the middle of it. No matter the reason, they were all pretty pathetic. At first, it had been his marriage ending. Then there was the possible layoff the college was facing. And after that it had been his loneliness more than anything.
Morty was dozing off in his last class of the day when there was an interruption at the door. He snapped to attention, not wanting to cause any more bug eyed aliens to stare his way. The guard at the door approached the teacher, chittering in their alien language before the eyes turned his way. He swallowed audibly. The guard left and his teacher approached his desk, glaring down suspiciously. He shoved the small brown paper package his way and muttered that he'd received something in the head office. Morty didn't kid himself with the notion that they'd afforded him any privacy. He knew they'd already torn through it themselves, curious to see just what the 15-year-old had received. It had been sloppily put back together as well. His mind raced, wondering just who would send him something? And then, hope at the pit of his stomach rising, one thought crossed his mind. Rick.
It wasn't often that they went out, not the proper sort of generation to even want to go out and party. This night however, was a rarity for them, a night of partying and celebration. Jackson followed Doc inside figuring that he'd let him take the lead. He was, of the two of them, the more experienced when it came to this sort of thing after all. Doc did not like people and he did not like being in public spaces.
Farkle stared through the window of Topanga's from the courtyard peering inside. He watched closely and intently at the boy dressed in blue as he laughed and joked with his other friends. Maya and Riley sat on the couch next to him and on the other side near the bar stood Zay getting what he assumed were their coffee orders. Farkle watched from a distance as the object of his affections as of late seemed to be telling a very hilarious story of some kind to the group. Farkle felt his heart swell at the sight of Lucas.
There was a pile of them right there in front of him. He stared down at them solemnly. The town was trashed by the new tourists. It wasn't uncommon to find piles of rubble around in random places on the streets in their neighborhood now. He wondered if he should be worried that he was becoming too complacent towards their new alien overlords. Morty decided to shrug the thought off and continued on his way towards school.
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