Chapter One-hundred Seventy-One: The Secret Project

Chapter 171

The Secret Project

Percy was in his bedroom in his manor, thrusting into someone. Moans and groans filled the upstairs area of the mansion. Trevor teleported into Percy’s bedroom.

Trevor: “Oh, I came just in time!”

He cheered. Percy let out a hoarse shout as he climaxed. Trevor grinned inanely as he saw him on top of Etsuko.

Etsuko: “You came before I did, dickhead!”

She slapped his arm.

Percy: “Yes, love, Trevor has arrived.”

He sighed.

Etsuko: “Let him watch!”

She poked her finger up his ass, and Percy yelled.

Percy grumbled and turned to Trevor.

Percy: “So what brings you by at this ungodly hour?”

He asked wryly. Trevor reached down his pants and pulled out crumbled-up papers.

Trevor: “I found these papers in Narcisse’s mansion, and it’s about some project started in the 1960s to create ‘god-tier etheressums,’ and I think Dr. Dodd Lancaster started it.”

He drawled and scratched his ass. Percy’s smile faded when he heard the name “Dr. Dodd Lancaster.”

Trevor: “There was more, but I blew my nose in these.”

He drawled and blew his nose in them. Percy grimaced and heaved a deep sigh.

Percy: “Wonderful. Thank you for that, Trevor. How am I to find out more about this project since you blew your nose in those papers?”

He asked with irritation.

Trevor: “The other papers are with Tristan.”

He smiled dumbly. Percy raised an eyebrow. Dr. Dodd Lancaster? God-tier etheressums? This is a first for me, he thought.

Etusko clung to Percy.

Etsuko: “Are you gonna let me finish?”

She moaned.

Percy: “I’m tired now, love. My apologies.”

He drew a long breath. Etsuko furrowed her eyebrows and rammed her finger up his ass, and he let out another grunt.

~

The following morning, Jaxon was out driving around Little Tokyo. He wore a white leopard print silk shirt, tight black jeans, and Chelsea boots. He had sunglasses over his eyes. He didn’t want to see Percy, and it was too early. Maybe I should visit Jordi, he thought. He didn’t know when he woke up —whether he slept in like Tristan or woke up early like Deimos. He knew Deimos wasn’t the best for emotional support. He recalled Andreas’ shop. He turned on his signal to change lanes and parked his car in front of Måneravn. He climbed out of his car and crushed his cigarette under his boot before he entered the store. A tiny bell jingled as he entered, alerting Andreas’ attention from behind the register.

Jaxon entered the store, removed his sunglasses, rested them on his head, and strolled to the tea selection.

Andreas: “How may I help you?”

He greeted Jaxon from behind the counter across the store. Jaxon turned to him and smiled sadly.

Jaxon: “Anything here to help repair a relationship?”

He blurted and laughed, a hollow laugh.

Andreas: “Well, I see you’re in the tea section. There is a love blend of rose tea with jasmine.”

He presented him with a black tea box that read “Love rose blend.”

Andreas: “The tea has a calming effect on you, and it’s to encourage self-love, which is the root source of love. You have to fix what’s within yourself first. My brews and teas can only aid in repairing your relationships; you have to do the rest of the work yourself.”

He explained. Jaxon examined the box and heaved a deep sigh.

Jaxon: “What if I ruined everything? Someone died in… Seashell Cove because of me, and because of this, I could be losing my Green Queen!”

He blurted, and his bottom lip trembled.

Andreas: “The more we believe in something and set our intentions towards something, we are inviting it into our lives, and it will manifest itself. If you believe you will ruin everything, your thoughts become words and actions, making that a reality. You need to believe in yourself more and focus on fixing what is within your power while accepting that some things are beyond your control. How did someone die because of you? Why is that on you, and why do you blame yourself for his and losing this… green Queen?”

He asked. Jaxon rubbed the back of his neck.

Jaxon: “Well, I told you before that Chelsea… turned into a monster creature because of my evil brother, Ichiro. I am in a relationship with Celeste, and I am losing her because this traumatized me, and she thinks I shouldn’t be traumatized about it!”

He cried.

Andreas: “You blame yourself for other people’s actions. You didn’t kill Chelsea. And it is not for Celeste to decide what traumatizes you. Trauma is unique to the individual. This is a reflection on her rather than you. It sounds like she is afraid to deal with this and like she is running away from her problems.”

He stated. Jaxon embraced himself and looked away.

Jaxon: “It’s also… who she’s running to…”

He muttered. Andreas quirked an eyebrow.

Andreas: “I see… is she being unfaithful to you?”

He asked. Jaxon looked away.

Jaxon: “I… I hope not… but I heard from Fabien she… she kissed him.”

He cupped his mouth. Andreas frowned at the mention of that name.

Andreas: “Fabien doesn’t strike me as a reliable source… what are his intentions towards you? Is he trying to hurt you?”

He asked. Jaxon shifted his eyes.

Jaxon: “No, I believe it because I heard it from my brother first, and now he wants to get revenge on Fabien.”

He stated.

Jaxon: “And Celeste confirmed it…”

He mumbled.

Andreas: “Why do you want this to work out if she isn’t trying to make things work?”

He asked him. Jaxon gaped at him.

Jaxon: “Because I love her!”

He cried.

Andreas: “Love takes work, and she needs to be there for you, too, but it sounds like she’s avoiding things and running away, and yet you seem to blame yourself… You blame yourself for Chelsea’s death, and you blame yourself for Celeste’s dysfunction in your relationship.”

He sighed.

Jaxon: “She wants to be with Fabien over me because he’s ‘fun’! Nothing bothers him ever, and he just laughs at Blair’s bullshit!”

He said with frustration.

Andreas: “There is nothing ‘fun’ about what Fabien does or what that blue-haired buffoon cries about.”

He rolled his eyes.

Andreas: “She would rather do this than be with you and be there for you?”

He asked. Jaxon paused and heaved a deep sigh.

Jaxon: “Because… this is ‘fun’. Her words.”

He said bitterly.

Andreas: “It sounds like that’s the problem here. She wants to have ‘fun’ and avoid dealing with any of the hard work and dark storms that come with relationships.”

He declared. Jaxon paused, and then he nodded wordlessly in agreement.

Andreas: “It seems to me you reflect on yourself, but you blame yourself, whereas she doesn’t reflect and tends to shirk responsibility and avoid conflict, am I correct?”

He pondered. Jaxon gazed at him and then nodded again.

Andreas: “That’s why you’re at an impasse. So long as you both continue down these paths, you won’t be at peace and won’t be able to flow together, so you need to find a way to overcome this together!”

He stated. Jaxon smiled slightly and nodded.

Jaxon: “I agree with you, thank you.”

He said genially.

Andreas: “You need to learn to forgive yourself and free yourself from these bonds that hold you back. Usually, these bonds are created and formed from roots that draw back into our childhoods. Were you constantly blamed for things that weren’t your fault?”

He challenged him. Jaxon gaped at him with large eyes.

Jaxon: “Y-Yeah…”

He looked down at his feet. Andreas closed his eyes and nodded.

Andreas: “Pay attention to what triggers these thoughts and be mindful of them. Visualize yourself breaking free from those chains or cutting a rope when these thoughts arise.”

He suggested. Jaxon nodded.

Jaxon: “I can try doing that, sure.”

Andreas: “As for Celeste, I guarantee her avoidant behaviour stems from her childhood, too. Our childhood is our root and foundation that we branched out from.”

He explained.

Andreas: “You both need to go back to your roots and face them and cut away any branches that are stifling you from growing.”

He added. Jaxon nodded and inhaled sharply.

Jaxon: “All right, I can try doing that.”

He cleared his throat.

Jaxon: “Thanks, man. I’ll just take this box of tea.”

He held it up. Andreas nodded.

Andreas: “Very well, I’ll put that through for you!”

He nodded, scanned it, and bagged it up for him in a black paper bag with ‘Måneravn’ stamped onto it in gold gothic font.

Jaxon: “Thanks! Sayonara.”

He nodded and put his sunglasses back on before heading out.

After Jaxon left, Jordi entered the store and watched Jaxon go. Jordi wore a short-sleeved yellow button-up shirt with a boomerang pattern, jeans, and black loafers.

Jordi: “Hello, Andreas. Is everything okay with Jaxon?”

He asked as he knit his eyebrows.

Andreas: “Hello, Jordi. A lot is troubling him, but I respect my client’s confidentiality, so it’s not my place to discuss. You likely know what’s going on, though.”

He stated.

Jordi: “I… I think so… Celeste has been getting overly comfortable with Fabien, and we went to rescue Jaxon from Tristan’s bizarre uncle in Clerteaux. An argument erupted between Celeste and Tristan about this topic.”

He rubbed the back of his head.

Jordi: “Things got heated and a lot of words were exchanged.”

He added. Andreas shook his head.

Andreas: “...His uncle kidnapped him?”

He gaped at him. Jordi cleared his throat.

Jordi: “Yeah, he did. We got him back clearly. Anyway, I tried to mediate things between Celeste and Tristan. It’s a touchy subject for Tristan. Anyway, Tristan chided her for clinging to Fabien and not being there for Jaxon when he’s traumatized about Seashell Cove, and how she bails when things become too difficult. She and Fabien deal with their problems in the same way, like laughing at Blair.”

He rolled his eyes.

Andreas: “That must have been traumatizing for him. I see now, well, you can only do and say so much, but if people want to do something, they will do it. If Celeste wants this to work out, she will make that happen.”

He stated.

Andreas: “I don’t understand the fascination with Blair.”

He twisted his mouth.

Jordi: “Me neither? All he does is whine about nothing or how Ashley rejected him, but Celeste and Fabien always laugh at him.”

He huffed. Andreas shook his head.

Andreas: “He reminds me too much of my ex… except a geeky version.”

Jordi groaned and nodded in agreement.

The door swung open, and Blair stomped in. He wore a “Be Smart Don’t Start Drugs” shirt, jeans, a boater hat, and sneakers. He shoved Jordi out of the way.

Blair: “Out of my way, you fat pig!”

He snapped. Jordi furrowed his eyebrows. Andreas twisted his mouth at Blair. Blair slammed a bottle of love potion on the counter.

Blair: “I want to return this! It didn’t work!”

He pouted. Andreas cleared his throat.

Andreas: “Excuse me. You come into my store, shove my client, and demand a refund from me? Why did you just do that? Why did you push him and insult him, and why are you demanding a refund from me?

He questioned him sharply.

Blair: “I did that because he’s a FAT PIG who stole food from my family! I am taking this back because I bought this from your store and it didn’t work!”

He huffed. Jordi rolled his eyes. Andreas drew a long breath.

Jordi: “I didn’t steal food, Blair! I was sixteen and starving!”

Blair: “There are food banks, you fat oinker!”

He fired back.

Andreas: “Enough.”

He interjected, holding his hand up at Blair.

Andreas: “Bullying and harassment aren’t tolerated in my store.”

He said firmly.

Blair: “Okay, get out, you fat pig.”

He said to Jordi.

Andreas: “I was referring to you. You’re creating a hostile environment, harassing Jordi, and it won’t be tolerated.”

He said firmly. Jordi nodded, and Blair gaped at him as if he had three heads.

Andreas: “Additionally, if you read my disclaimer, I don’t do refunds, and love potions only work if both parties are consenting and willing. You can’t force someone to love you if they don’t love you.”

He added for good measure.

Blair: “Then you need to put a sign on your store that says, ‘None of my potions work’ because then it’s a SCAM!”

He pointed to him. Andreas rolled his eyes at him.

Blair: “If I bought Orb cards and they were fakes, I should take them back to Toyz World is Us because it’s a SCAM!”

He stomped his feet.

Andreas: “Then perhaps you should shop at Toyz World is Us instead. You seem like the demographic.”

He countered.

Blair: “I returned cards there because I had too many doubles, and they gave me my money back PLUS a coupon! You don’t realize how hard I have it! I am the pillar of my house! I have to do all these chores for my family and take care of that house! Anytime I point this out, that FAT PIG says I’m a whiner!”

He pointed to Jordi and stomped his feet. Andreas rolled his eyes.

Jordi: “It’s a big box toy store. They can afford to give you a refund, and likely didn’t want to deal with you. Also, you’re not the pillar of your house. You groused when your fiancée asked you to set up Samson’s stroller.”

He countered.

Blair: “I CAN’T SET THAT STROLLER UP!”

He screamed. Andreas drew an exasperated breath.

Andreas: “What can you do, exactly? It seems to me you don’t do much besides antagonise people around you.”

He folded his arms across his chest.

Blair: “I can do lots of chores I don’t WANT to do because who else will take care of that old dump?!”

He snapped. Jordi looked away with fury.

Jordi: “Yeah, Blair, when I think ‘dump’ I think of your home.”

He said dryly.

Blair: “Shut up, lardass! You get your clothes from the dump!”

He spat. Andreas rolled his eyes at him, starting to lose his patience.

Blair: “Anyway, if you won’t give me my money back for a product that doesn’t work, you need to tell your customers your stuff doesn’t work! Don’t tell me ‘both parties need to want it’ crap! What is the point of a love potion?! It’s to make someone else fall in love with the true prince before their eyes! That’s ME, and this crap didn’t work! It’s just garbage!”

He bawled.

Andreas: “The only thing here that doesn’t work is you.”

He flicked his glare to him.

Andreas: “You refuse to do any work or work on yourself; therefore, nothing will work.”

He said with a trace of an edge. Blair stared at him.

Andreas: “You can’t make someone else fall in love with you, because that’s not love. That’s control and abuse.”

He added for good measure. Jordi nodded in agreement.

Jordi: “He’s absolutely right, Blair. Others have said it to you, but it doesn’t seem to penetrate.”

He rolled his eyes.

Blair: “It’s NOT abuse! Abuse is being with someone for a fetish, and I don’t have gross fetishes!”

He countered.

Andreas: “Fetishes are not abusive if consent is given. You don’t need to have a fetish to be abusive.”

Blair: “Fetishes are for gross perverts! I don’t want that crap on my property! I am sick of them! Every beatnik who hurt my feelings has them!”

He cried. Andreas drew a long, exasperated breath.

Andreas: “Well… if you don’t want to deal with crap on your property, you are within your rights to remove it from your life, and I shall heed the same; therefore, I am banning you from my store. Get out.”

He pointed to the door. Blair gaped at him and opened his mouth to let out a loud wail. He walked out crying loudly.

Jordi turned his head and saw Fabien standing there, recording everything. Fabien wore a Bart Simpson shirt, jeans, and flip-flops.

Fabien: “Hey, Jordi, smile for the ‘BlairCam.’ ”

He snorted and followed Blair outside. Jordi’s face crumbled. Great, he thought.

~

Blair: “I DON’T KNOW WHAT I DID WRONG! THIS CRAP DOESN’T WORK AND HE’S SIDING WITH THAT FAT PIG!”

He cried.

Fabien: “Children’s card games aren’t winning over your fat princess, Blair?”

He laughed. Blair flailed his arms and stomped his feet.

Blair: “STOP CALLING THE ORB THAT!”

He snapped through hot tears. Fabien laughed.

Fabien: “I meant Andreas’ cards.”

Blair: “I don’t know what the fudge those are! This potion doesn’t work!”

He snapped and held up the bottle.

Fabien: “What about a blimp?”

He asked.

Blair: “What about them?!”

Fabien: “Make one of Fatley with ‘My love for you is as big as your butt’.”

He laughed hard. Blair paused.

Blair: “That is a good idea!”

~

Tristan arrived at Percy’s that evening after work. He wore a black three-piece Italian-cut suit, a light blue pressed shirt, a dark blue tie, and black wingtip Oxfords. He was let in by a butler and entered the bar. Percy sauntered in completely naked with a robe draped over his shoulders. Tristan’s eyes widened.

Tristan: “Oh, I apologize if I caught you at a bad time.”

He looked away. Percy grinned and cupped his chin. Tristan turned to him and slapped him hard across his cheek. Percy smiled tightly.

Tristan: “Keep your hands off me.”

He said firmly. Percy chucked and pulled out a barstool for him. Tristan heaved a deep sigh and sat down.

Percy: “I always loved your cold disposition in contrast to Jaxon’s hot disposition.”

He sang. Tristan glared at him. He reached into his suit jacket, withdrew his gold case, and took a cigarette out. Percy leaned in and used his lighter to light it for him. Tristan inhaled a drag and blew out smoke.

Percy filled his shaker with ice. He then poured in two ounces of white chocolate liqueur and one ounce each of vanilla vodka, crème de cacao, and half-and-half. He shook it until it was cold and then poured it through a strainer into a martini glass. He then garnished it with white chocolate shavings and coconut flakes.

Tristan took the drink and sipped it. He raised his eyebrows.

Tristan: “What a pleasant taste.”

Percy leaned in.

Percy: “I dub this ‘Douces Chutes De Neige.’ ”

He whispered. Tristan glanced at him.

Tristan: “Giving your cocktail name in French will do nothing to get you on my good side.”

He said firmly with a smile.

Percy: “You drive a hard bargain, my ice prince.”

He grinned.

Tristan: “I have to. I don’t trust you.”

He said evenly.

Percy: “You trust me enough to drink my cocktail.”

He winked.

Percy: “And be near me when I am baring my body.”

Tristan: “Because I can easily kill you.”

He flashed him a smile.

Percy: “You think so?”

Tristan: “I know so. Don’t underestimate me.”

He said as he took another sip.

Percy: “My gorgeous ice prince, I am not the one underestimating you… I am well aware of your power.”

He said as he locked his gaze on Tristan. Tristan flashed him a cold glare.

Tristan: “What are you insinuating?”

Percy waved his hand.

Percy: “Look, darling, let’s cut to the chase.”

Tristan: “Finally, something halfway intelligent that came out of your mouth.”

He said dryly. Percy threw his head back and gave a harsh bark of laughter.

Percy smirked.

Percy: “Trevor tells me you possess papers from your trip to Clerteaux from your uncle’s residence.”

He began. Tristan nodded.

Tristan: “I don’t have much, my apologies. Trevor used the remaining papers as napkins.”

He rolled his eyes. Percy nodded.

Percy: “I hear that.”

Tristan paused.

Tristan: “Why do you wish to know about it? This doesn’t concern you.”

Percy leaned over.

Percy: “My handsome ice prince, I am allowing you to use my transportation. You are free to take a private jet to rescue Jaxon, but it will take time, and time is money.”

He chuckled. Tristan clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “It’s a project developed by Dr. Dodd Lancaster to create god-tier etheressums in 1925. It was deemed a failure, but it was reestablished in 1963 with the help of Dr. Alfred Horowitz to insert enhanced ehtytrim into the fetuses of pregnant women. This project was to create etheressums more powerful than other etheressums.”

He explained. Percy paused as he drank in the information.

Percy gazed at Tristan.

Percy: “Why was this in your uncle’s house?”

Tristan shrugged.

Tristan: “I have no idea. There are many skeletons in his closet.”

He said as he drained his drink. Percy surveyed him.

Percy drummed his fingers on the counter.

Percy: “Is that all?”

Tristan nodded.

Tristan: “Yes, that is everything. Trevor blew his nose in the rest.”

He rolled his eyes. Percy inhaled sharply and smiled.

Percy: “So, trouble is brewing between my Pepper Prince and his Green Queen?”

He asked. Tristan raised an eyebrow.

Tristan: “What does that have to do with our discussion? How do you know this, and why is this any of your business?”

He asked sharply. Percy tilted his head. Tristan scrutinized him.

Tristan: “Noah is your confidant. I knew it.”

He rolled his eyes. Percy laughed.

Percy: “Nothing gets past you.”

Tristan: “Why are you eager to hop from discussing Project Ghisyn to Jaxon’s love life?”

He cross-examined. Percy laughed and bowed his head. He shrugged.

Percy: “Well, it’s upsetting him how his Green Queen is fixated on Fabulous Fabien.”

He grinned. Tristan gaped at him disbelievingly.

Tristan: “I am so sure those worries keep you awake at night.”

He said sarcastically. Percy chuckled.

Percy: “Always so sharp with your wit, non?”

Tristan drew a long breath.

Tristan: “Jaxon is traumatized by the aftermath of Seashell Cove… and Celeste doesn’t know how to deal with this. Thus, she turns to someone who deals with turmoil in a similar manner.”

He drew air through his slightly parted lips.

Tristan: “And she and I argued about it back in Clerteaux. This is all new to Jaxon, and she has to be patient and loving to him. Jaxon is turning to everyone for help with this, but Celeste and it shouldn’t have to be that way.”

He cupped his mouth. Percy locked his gaze on him.

Percy: “I think… you would understand how Jaxon feels better than most, darling. You cannot confide in that Katsaros twin… I am not going to comment on how Miss Piggie deals with the other one because her problems are what food she will eat to placate Kermit and that Donati nepo baby. She doesn’t think much.”

He laughed. Tristan looked away.

Tristan: “Is that everything? I have other places to be.”

He said tersely.

Percy: “Yes, that is all, love. Don’t let me keep you.”

He said tenderly.

Tristan: “Thank you for the drink. Have a nice night.”

He nodded and crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. He rose, straightened his suit, and left.

Percy watched him go. What on Reona were you up to, Dodd? He wondered. Why did Alfred aid in this? I was under the notion that he and Dodd never met eye-to-eye, he thought. Then he recalled his grandfather’s research papers. I wonder if this is somehow connected to Grandfather dearest? He mused.

~

Tristan lay on Deimos’ chest that night in his bed. Deimos wore a tank top with black plaid pajama bottoms, and Tristan wore light blue silk pajamas. Tristan swam in a deep sea of thoughts going through his head like a strong current. He knew what Percy was insinuating, and he wasn’t the first to tell him this. Jordi told him, as well. Then he recalled Ashley not voicing when they’re upset with Lazaros to avoid a tantrum. He had hoped this would be the end of it after Deimos destroyed the nursery. Although he is improving, Deimos still causes him pain. Tristan inhaled sharply, not knowing how to address this with him or if he should. He didn’t know where to start.

~

Celeste and Jaxon lay in bed that night. Celeste wore a tank top and black panties, and Jaxon was naked. Jaxon turned to her.

Jaxon: “How was your day?”

Celeste: “Pretty good! Fab is setting up a ‘BlairCam’ in his Bungle Server, and Blair threw a tantrum at Andreas’ store over a love potion.”

She laughed. Jaxon grimaced.

Jaxon: “Why are you spending time with him?!”

He asked sharply with hurt and jealousy in his tone. Celeste shifted her eyes.

Celeste: “Just having some fun, Jaxon.”

Jaxon: “Why can’t you have fun with me?”

He knit his eyebrows.

Celeste: “You don’t seem to wanna have fun. You just mope about some girl in Seashell Cove.”

She looked away and knit her eyebrows.

Jaxon: “Yeah, someone who died because of me! Sorry, I can’t get over it on a dime!”

He snapped.

Jaxon: “And you don’t seem to want to care about anything! You just want to run off with some troll!”

He added as his voice rose.

Celeste reached out and tickled his ribs and sides. Jaxon’s hurt face changed into peals of laughter.

Jaxon: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

He laughed and squirmed.

Celeste: “If you wanted to make fun of Blair with us, why didn’t you ask?!”

She teased and tickled his tummy. Jaxon threw his head back and laughed hard.

Jaxon: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! NOHOHOHOHO!”

He laughed and whined. He jerked away.

Jaxon: “Nohohohoho, don’t tickle me when I am trying to talk to you!”

He knit his eyebrows.

Celeste: “But I am having fun with you, Jax…”

She sighed. Jaxon’s eyelids dipped, and he looked away.

Jaxon: “I feel I can’t talk to you about this stuff… I’m going to Tristan, Jordi, and even Percy!”

He said with hurt in his tone.

Celeste: “What did they say?”

Jaxon swallowed hard.

Jaxon: “Tristan and Jordi understand why I am traumatized…”

Celeste: “Yeah, Tristan was mad at me for that, too. He said I should go easy on you ‘cause he and I dealt with this for decades and you had it for months.”

She said as her voice trailed away. Jaxon quirked an eyebrow.

Jaxon: “He had it for decades? I thought he got it when Deimos did.”

Celeste: “I thought the same, but Tristan is a man of many mysteries.”

She shrugged.

Jaxon: “That would piss Deimos off.”

He clicked his tongue.

Celeste: “Yeah, Deimos wants to be this protector of Tristan, but Tristan doesn’t really need it.”

She drawled.

Celeste: “Kind of like you when you get in your moods about having to be rescued all the time.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. Jaxon pouted.

Jaxon: “It’s not MY fault that creeps keep kidnapping me!”

Celeste: “No, but you get mad about it and get mad at us.”

She huffed.

Jaxon: “I’m not mad at you; I’m just mad at the situation!”

He countered.

Celeste: “Doesn’t seem that way to me…”

She muttered.

Jaxon: “Yeah, Fabien doesn’t complain about that, does he?”

He asked bitterly.

Celeste: “Not really, no.”

Jaxon: “No, instead he trolls some loser.”

He rolled his eyes. Celeste laughed.

Celeste: “It’s funny when he does that.”

Jaxon gaped at her with hurt and turned over.

Celeste knit her eyebrows and pawed at him.

Celeste: “Maybe trolling Blair will make you feel better, too?”

Jaxon rolled his eyes.

Jaxon: “Good night, Celeste.”

He grumbled. She put her arm around Jaxon and held him close. Jaxon knit his eyebrows and his eyelids dipped.