The Luckiest Girl In The World

Goddamn it. That commanding tone had her halfway through handing over her phone before her brain kicked in. There was just this thing about how he said - ahem.

"I'm giving you my phone," she muttered. "The rest is up to you, junior detective."

And he'd better make good on that commanding tone later, dammit.

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Max was just going to take a loooooooooooooooooong sip of his soda right there. Because...ahem.

Stupid sexy tone.

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Aw, nice!Max, maybe in another universe...

Dante took the phone and flicked to the photos. "Well, I got to school in '15 and you got there a year earlier," he mused, quickly sliding down to the early days.

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"Cute, but wrong," Kathy reminded. "I was a senior your sophomore year, remember?"

Only seventeen to his sixteen, but two grades ahead of

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But Max was only not an asshole in this one!

Of course, he was listening to them throw around high school grades in 2015 and quickly reminding himself just how very much older he was.

Tone or not, thinking any more about that was going to be highly inappropriate, dear god.

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"Seriously, you graduated after that? Fuck, time is weird," Dante sighed, scrolling further down. "So it was what, your sophomore year?"

Be lucky he wasn't actually trying to hit on you, Max.

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Yes, be very lucky. Because Kathy might just forget how not-the-Max-she-knew you were.

"I'm not telling," she told him. "I'm getting up to get a soda. You're on your own."

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"She was way too happy about you going back to sophomore year," Max noted, watching Kathy strut over to the soda machine. She was really killing it in that skirt--NOPE.

Back to his soda.

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Don't think Dante didn't see you there, Max. Don't think he wasn't trying to bury an inappropriate snicker in his soda, either.

"Yeah, she was," he said. "Hm." He scrolled back up. "Junior, maybe? She could play off freshman as a kid thing..."

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HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT DANTE, THANK YOU. HE WAS KEEPING HIS EYES TO HIMSELF.

And there, buried in October of 2014 were two videos. Both of them started with her in a chair, but only one had her in boots, the other was an oversized white shirt.

They were titled "Fuck Gremlins1" and "Fuck Gremlins2."

"Find it?"

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"Oh yeah," Dante said, laughing. "Holy fuck."

He pressed play, dropping the phone on the table.

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"Nuguna hanbeonjjeumeun sarange ulgo..."

At the fountain, Kathy groaned, covering her face with her hands.

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"Oh shit!" Max said, blinking. "She can sing!"

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"And yet she never really joined the band," Dante sighed loudly.

Mind you, he was also admiring those... boots. Yep.

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"Why are you doing this to me?" Kathy called across the diner.

Pouting, yes.

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"Your own fault for mentioning it!" Dante called. "Besides, this is badass!"

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Max gave her the double-thumbs up. "You've got talent!"

And legs for days, but he was not noticing that, thank you.

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Kathy went back to trying to phase into the soda machines.

She was failing.

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Dante snickered loudly as he finished watching that clip. "Thanks for the backup, man," he joked.

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"Hey, I was curious," Max said. "Honestly, I thought it was going to be bad."

Instead, it had been entirely the opposite.

"So, why didn't she join the band?"

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