1x1 between Drastic Measures & JCGirl

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra almost called a smart remarke back at him but she refrained. She just walked inside smiling sweetly. She grinned and shut her door. Zevin was someone special. He was different.

[The Plague Doctor]

By the time Zevin got home, not even his ranting mother could ruin his mood. He hummed to himself while she raved on about the milk that he had "forgotten" to bring home. Truthfully, he had given the milk to a poor single mom that he ran into often at the park. He made up a quick excuse before slipping off to his room. He sprawled out on his bed and grinned at the ceiling. He hoped that tomorow he would run into Cassandra again.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra went into her room while her mom yelled at her and her dad sat in his chair and drank. She laid on her bed happy and stared at her ceiling. Zevin was such a sweet guy. To much so for her though.

[The Plague Doctor]

Zevin drifted to sleep quickly. Hopefully, he wouldn't get any calls during the night.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra soon fell asleep and she dreamed about Zevin and also her parents.

[The Plague Doctor]

Zevin awoke in a sweat. He couldn't remember what he'd dreamt about, but he could still remember the dread, the need to flee. He ran a shaking hand through his hair, brushing it away from his face.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra woke up the next morning to her parents shouting. Again. She got out of bed and slowly dressed dreading going downstaires. She fixed her hair and braided it.

[The Plague Doctor]

As Zevin pounded down the stairs, he could hear his brothers and his sister bickering. As soon as his foot touched the forst floor, his mother was upon him. "Oh dear, Zevin, we need to take you to a stylist," she fretted, a hand on her cheek with the other folded. Zevin shook his head and smiled. "Sorry, Mom, but no," he said simply, striding by her towards their huge kitchen. He tuned her out while she ranted, and instead looked at his father. As always, his father was aloof from the group, reading A Tale of Two Cities. As usual, Zevin noted the similarities he had physically to his father. They were both tall, fit, and both had green eyes, though his father's were more of a forest green than Zevin's clear emerald eyes. Zevin sighed. His father always seemed lost in his own world, rarely allowing others access to it.

[WildWhiskeyTales]

Cassandra went downstaires to see if they had food for everyone in the house. She sighed as she opened the fridge and saw they had a little milk and a few eggs. Her parents wouldn't eat so that left her five brothers and sister. She would make able to feed them. She thought as she fixed breakfast. She soon finished and served her siblings. Cassandra then cleaned up and walked outside.

[The Plague Doctor]

Zevin's mom was still ranting when he left, and he could still hear his three siblings bickering as he walked outside. He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked up at the sky, a frustrated look on his face. His father ignored him, his mother pushed him, and his siblings pestered him. He wished that he had a normal family without the money. Maybe then it would be bearable.