A/N: it’s here!!! i am about 95% done with this fic, which means i can finally begin posting!!! as some of you might have seen on my blog, this is my raven!neil fic that i have been working on since april!!! likes, reblogs, and feedback mean the world to me, and thank you to all that have supported me while writing this :)
read on ao3 (please read end notes since they contain important information regarding the fic. i promise that the other end notes will not be as long!!!)
Nathaniel Wesninski traced the three on his cheek. At a younger age, the marker would have smudged under his touch; however, the ink, scarred into his face, held up. The three was the ever constant reminder that that was where he stood in the nest. He was not first like Riko Moriyama; he was not invincible like Riko Moriyama. He was not King Riko Moriyama. He was not second like Kevin Day. He was not valuable like Kevin Day was valuable. He was not Kevin Day, the one who was meant to make something of his life with Riko Moriyama.
He was third. He was third from the top, second most valuable piece of property. He was third, and therefore more punishable than first. He was third in rank, and there was a price sitting on his head. At one point he was a being. He once had something to him other than a three and a price tag.
If his life had gone different, he could have been something more . If his father wasn’t the Butcher, the Moriyama’s infamous executioner, or if his mother hadn’t been killed in trying to make Nathaniel free of the Moriyama’s power, he could have been someone different.
But this wasn’t that life. This was the life where he was Nathaniel Wesninski, sold by Nathan Wesninski, bought by Lord Kengo Moriyama, and given to Riko Moriyama.
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If you haven’t read the original Skylines, you can find it (here). You can find the original characters list in the first chapter of the original series. The prequel character list can be found (here) It
doesn’t matter if you read it first or not since this is the prequel. But just
in case you want to, you have it. I hope you all enjoy this first chapter. It’s
more of an intro, but enjoy!
Chapter inspiration song: I Want You-Floetry
Life after college could be rather scary. Even when you
thought you had life together, the unthinkable hit you like a ton of bricks. After
graduation, you were either stuck looking for employment, not finding the job
you thought you deserved, or maybe you were one of the lucky ones. It was all
quite unpredictable which was scary. No longer having to report to class and
finish last minute projects but instead, being a part of the real world.
Ahsha Davenport was one of those people who had a plan from
the beginning. She would work at a local dance studio, while attending graduate
school to earn her MBA. Then she would start her own business, preferably a
dance studio and live the life she always wanted. That all changed when she saw
a flyer posted in the student center advertising the Los Angeles Devil Girl
tryouts. They were the hottest team in the NBA and it wasn’t easy earning a
spot. Luckily, Ahsha was a seasoned dancer and had been dancing since she was
four years old. Her mother thought being on stage would bring Ahsha out of her
shell. Which it did.
“I know you’re going to try it,” Bobbi, one of Ahsha’s
“Eh, I’m not sure. I’ve heard some crazy stories about the
Devils and their crooked owner,” Ahsha replied, stuffing the flyer in her
purse. “But their team is good. Really good.”
“Which is why you should tryout! What’s there to lose? You
got a bangin’ body, you can dance your ass off and you aren’t too bad in the
face department,” Bobbi added, earning a side eye from her favorite roomie. “Seriously,
you should do it. Maybe you’ll meet one of those fine ass players and he can
pay your bills for the rest of your life. Then again, your parents are pretty
“Keywords, they are
well off. Not me. I have to make my own money, Bobbi. Yeah, they’d help me if I
were in trouble but I can’t depend on mommy and daddy for a living,” the dancer
explained. “If I make the team, that’s extra money in my pocket.”
“Mmmmhhmm. Now you’re on the right path. I think you have a
good shot, girl. I’ll even drive you to the audition if I need to. Just to make
sure your ass doesn’t back out of it. When is it?”
Ahsha sighed. “Right after graduation. The next day to be
“Good! I’ll be in town until that Sunday. Oh, my friend is
about to be a Devil Girl,” Bobbi sang, her ATL accent strong.
Her friend’s excitement made Ahsha chuckle. “I haven’t even
stepped foot onto the court.”
“Hey, put it out there into the universe. If I’m right,
we’re going to dinner before I Ieave town,” the ATL born beauty, suggested.
“Yeah, yeah,” came Ahsha’s lazy reply as she and her friend
walked out of the student union.
“Ahsha Elise Davenport,” the university president announced.
The Davenport and Hayes families cheered loudly as Ahsha crossed the stage to
collect her degree. One chapter of her life was officially closing. Those four
years seemed to zoom by and now Ahsha had to enter the “real” world. She had
decided to audition for the Los Angeles Devil Girls the next day. Her mother
wouldn’t be happy with that decision. As a judge, she had come into contact
with the Devils owner quite a bit. Somehow, he always got away with what he was
accused of doing. That’s what money and
good lawyers got you. Pete Davenport wouldn’t be too happy about this either
because he knew how the professional sports world worked. Being the General
Manager for the Oakland Raiders gave him a front row view of what professional
cheerleaders/dancers went through. Some of the guys acted as though they had
never seen a woman in shorts and a bra top before. Getting involved with a
player wasn’t the best thing either and ended with a scandal or broken heart.
Most of the time, both.
Bobbi and her family joined them for dinner after the
ceremony. “So, you’re taking a job in Canada, Bobbi,” Pete asked as the two
families surrounded the dinner table.
“Yes. Met a guy a few years ago that was over a graphic
designing company. He moved to Canada and it’s grown since then,” she
“That’s great. Not many people get that opportunity right
out of school. Congrats,” Sloane expressed with a warm smile. “Ahsha always
talks about how creative and talented you are.”
“The girl can literally free hand anything. She’ll be
amazing,” Ahsha added, hugging her friend’s shoulders.
“She’s been drawing like that since she was four. I don’t
know where she got that from because it surely wasn’t from my side,” Bobbi’s mother
laughed, digging into her Caesar salad.
“Well I’m proud of both young ladies. Finished school in
four years and now they are moving on to bigger things,” Pete said, holding his
glass up for a toast.
“Cheeeeeers,” Bobbi sang, clinking her glass against Ahsha’s
“Ahsha, I hear you’re in a graduate program and thinking
about opening your own studio someday,” Mrs. Peters, Bobbi’s mother, began. “Heard
you were some dancer too.”
“Hopefully I can have something open in the next four or
five years. I actually want a big dance company but I’ll work my way up.”
Not even thinking, Bobbi blurted out, “She’s trying out for
the Devil Girls too!”
Sloane dropped her folk and the table fell silent. Bobbi
stared with her mouth open, while her friend pushed food around on her plate.
“Trying out for the Devil Girls? You didn’t tell me this,
Ahsha,” Sloane began, that motherly glare blazing in her eyes.
“I…I kinda decided to do it at the last minute. They had
flyers at school and I thought I’d give it a try,” Ahsha answered, still unable
to make eye contact with her mother across the table. Sloane stood to her feet
and excused herself from the table.
“Can I talk to you for a minute in the kitchen,” the mother
demanded, Ahsha following behind her and out of earshot.
This was the only chance Ahsha would get to state her
reasons for trying out for the very team her mother hated. Once Sloane started
talking, she wasn’t going to stop. “This isn’t a permanent thing, that’s if I
even make the team. Maybe being on this team will help me eventually open a
studio. It’s a big opportunity.”
Sloane was expressionless, letting her daughter speak before
giving her two cents.
“I already know you aren’t into their owner, but this is for
me. Anything to help me get towards my dream…I’ll be careful. I promise,” Ahsha
continued, pleading her case.
“Okay, that’s all I ask. Please be careful because that
owner of theirs is a devil himself,” was the only thing Sloane had to say.
There had to be a catch because Sloane was adamant about
Ahsha staying far away from the Devils. “Wait…you’re not going to stop me?”
“Ahsha, you’re a grown woman. I can’t stop you from doing
anything. It’s your choice. I just want you to be careful and not get wrapped
up in the mess going on there. Don’t trust anyone,” the mother stated firmly. “That’s
all I ask.”
Shock was written all over Ahsha’s face, but she answered
with a quick, “Okay.”
“Make me proud, but I already know you will,” Sloane added,
pulling her daughter into a tight hug. Even when she didn’t agree with Ahsha,
as a mother she was behind her all the way.
Friday-Devil Girl Tryouts-Day 1
The Devils arena looked rather intimidating from the
outside. This was one of the biggest stages a dancer could encounter. Bobbi
pulled into a parking spot close to the side entrance. Ahsha was thankful that
her friend drove because her nerves were bad.
“Here we are,” Bobbi announced, putting the car in park. “You’re
going to kill it in there, I just know it.”
“Thanks for bringing me. With my nerves, I wouldn’t be able
to focus on the road,” the dancer sighed, taking another deep breath before
opening the door.
“I’ll be looking for your call later telling me you’re going
to the next round,” her friend sang making Ahsha smile.
“Bye Bobbi,” Ahsha laughed, shutting the door, and making
her way to the Devil arena entrance.
Stepping into the arena, Ahsha’s eyes went straight to
multiple championship banners hanging from the ceiling. They were a big
deal. Being a part of this organization
gave people power, whether they liked it or not.
The dancer was on her way to the dance room when a blonde
headed young woman yelled in her direction. “Hey, are you headed to the tryout
too? Been walking around this damn place for 20 minutes and can’t find the
dance room to save my life,” she exclaimed, her southern accent heavy.
“Yeah, it’s on the second level. I’m headed that way now,”
Ahsha answered, waiting until the woman was close enough to extend her hand,
“I’m Ahsha.” Though these type of audition could be very catty, this woman
“I’m Kyle. Thank God you walked in or I’d be lost,” Kyle
said, trying to catch her breath. “This your first time trying out?”
“Yes. I just graduated from college, so I figured I’d give
it a try. You?”
“Yep! I’m not here for the dance stuff but I guess I’m
flexible enough to make this thing, ya know. Rhinestones’ better be good for
something,” Kyle expressed, throwing her bag over her shoulder and following
Ahsha to the elevator.
Ahsha laughed. “Rhinestones’?”
“Yeah, the strip club. Made a pretty dollar at that hole in
the wall but it was time to move on to bigger and better things. Now here I am.
Even made a book of all the rich bachelors in the area. If I get a spot on this
team, then I have access to all of them. Gotta keep my bills paid, honey. Mama
always said use what you got to get what you want,” she continued, grabbing her
breasts for emphasis.
Ahsha’s eyes widened but she liked Kyle. Not only was she
hilarious, she appeared to be genuine. They finally reached the dance room,
where many of the other candidates were stretching on the floor. When they
entered, Jasmine Harris approached them. Ahsha recognized her face right away.
Jasmine was the face of the Devil Girls and many girls looked up to her since
she had made a name for herself.
“Hey ladies, come in and put your belongings along the wall.
Everyone’s stretching and we’ll get started in a few,” Jasmine said sweetly,
shaking each of their hands. "I’m
Jasmine, captain of the Devil Girls.”
Kyle and Ahsha introduced themselves before following the captain’s
instructions. The dancers finished stretching and were taught a short routine
to begin the tryout process.
Late afternoon came fast and they were ready to begin making
cuts. First, the dancers had to perform one by one in front of the judges. Ahsha
was the second to last performer, stepping out on the floor and introducing
“I’m Ahsha Davenport, number 182 from Los Angeles,
California,” she stated before hitting a pose and waiting on the music. A dance
mix of various Aaliyah songs blared through the speakers as Ahsha began moving
across the floor. She moved so effortlessly though she also had a spark that
held everyone’s attention. In dance class, Ahsha was known for her stage
presence and ability to grab people’s attention and keep it an entire routine. That
shyness disappeared once she hit the floor or stage.
The judges seemed to be loving what they saw. Suddenly,
Jasmine’s blood began to boil. She was perfectly fine with Ahsha when she was
just a candidate looking for a chance to join one of the best dance teams in
the country. Now, she saw Ahsha as a threat. Jasmine wasn’t the best dancer but
she could choreograph and had enough personality to keep a crowd at her feet. Ahsha
on the other hand could dance her ass off, plus she had charm. Something
Jasmine lacked when she stepped off the stage.
Ahsha finished her routine in a middle split earning claps
and cheers from her fellow candidates and judges.
“Thank you, Ms. Davenport. We’ll have our last candidate,” the
main judge said.
As Ahsha came off the floor, Jasmine grabbed her and pulled
her to the side. “That prissy dancing won’t get you on this team. Nice try,
though,” she whispered, giving Ahsha one of her fakest smiles. “You can sit
Confusion was etched on the dancer’s face. Wasn’t this girl
just talking to her like they were besties a minute ago? What had changed? “Excuse
me,” Ahsha muttered.
“You can return to your seat. Thanks,” Jasmine repeated, her
attention back on the dance floor.
It took everything out of Ahsha not to drop kick Jasmine
into the next room. Instead of arguing, Ahsha returned to her spot on the
floor. Maybe Jasmine had an evil twin named Jelena that she hadn’t met until
Two Hours later
The dancers filed into the gym, put their belongings on the
sideline benches and returned to the middle of the floor. Jasmine was waiting
with a binder in her hands, along with a few judges and the interim director.
“Congrats on making it to the next round. We’ll be learning
two more routines, then performing them in front of the judges. You’ll be in
groups of three.”
The dancers waited until they were sorted into groups, then
spaced out on the floor. Kyle and Ahsha were placed into the same group with a
girl named Claudia.
“Think this dance will be as hard as the last one,” Kyle
asked, stretching into a split.
“Probably. Seems like Miss Thang is trying to kill us so
she’s the only girl on the squad,” Claudia added, with a scoff. It was
pretty clear that she wasn’t here for Jasmine.
In all honesty, Ahsha wasn’t sure how she felt about her either. At
first Jasmine seemed sweet, until she saw Ahsha dance.
“I wouldn’t be shocked. After that first routine, she’s been
giving Ahsha the stank eye. You sure you didn’t sleep with her man or
something,” Kyle joked with her new friend.
Ahsha frowned. “Terrence Wall is fine but no. He’s not exactly my
type,” she said, making her partners laugh.
“What exactly is your type then because Terrence is fine, rich and
did I say fine,” Claudia added, high fiving Kyle. “What else do you need?”
Right when Ahsha was about to answer, the gym door opened and
Devils players walked in. Ahsha had never seen any of the guys up close and was
amazed at how tall some of them were. Terrence was the first to walk in, followed by
“Daaaaaamn, I may have to jump off the T-Wall train and jump on
that bad boy,” Claudia gushed, her eyes set on Derek.
All of a sudden, Claudia’s words seemed to fade when Derek Roman
and Ahsha Davenport made eye contact. It was like they were in a trance. The
player’s lips curved into a sexy smirk as Ahsha stared back. There seemed to be
an immediate pull. Derek took a seat in the front row, his eyes still on the
“Ahsha….Ahsha,” Kyle yelled, tapping her arm and following her
gaze across the gym. “Damn girl, what were you daydreaming about?”
Finally coming back to reality, Ahsha replied, “Huh? Oh…sorry. I
was just thinking about something. What did you say?”
“Uh oh, I think Miss Davenport has a little crush,” Claudia
declared, glancing up at the baller who was now laughing with his teammates. “You’re
too sweet for a man like Derek Roman. Heard that man will tire you out in the
“He’s definitely a bad boy,” Kyle added, biting her lip. “But some
good girls are into that type of thing, Claudia. You can’t assume.”
“I don’t do bad boys. No matter how good they are in bed,” Ahsha
admitted, turning her back to the Devils players. “Basketball players don’t
make good husbands.”
“True, true,” Claudia chuckled.
The women continued to chatter as Ahsha took one last look behind
her. Derek smiled again before pulling his jersey over his head and replacing
it with a t-shirt. The dancer’s breath hitched when she saw his abs and bulging
arms. Turn your ass back around, she
thought to herself. But she couldn’t listen to her inner voice right now. Letting
her eyes linger a second longer, Ahsha finally turned her head away. Derek
chuckled to himself.
“D, don’t even think about it,” Terrence said, watching his friend
make ‘the eye’ at a dancer across the gym. “Don’t you already have at least
four chicks at the moment?”
“Only two,” Derek joked. “She’s fine as hell though. Damn.”
“Dude, leave that girl alone,” Terrence rolled his eyes. Derek and
Terrence were drafted in the same year and seemed to click right away. They
were total opposites. Terrence being the calm one who thought before speaking. While
Derek was quick tempered and a party animal, though he had a huge heart. Few
people saw it due to Derek not letting anyone that close.
“She doesn’t look like she wants to be left alone,” Derek
mentioned, noticing that Ahsha had glanced at him again.
Day One of Tryouts
Ahsha made it to the next round while Kyle was eliminated. The two
women exchanged numbers and went their separate ways in the parking lot. Stuffing
the piece of paper in her bag, Ahsha headed towards the side entrance, where
Bobbi had dropped her off. Not paying attention to where she was walking, the
dancer bumped right into a hard body, knocking her to the ground.
“Whoa! You alright,” a deep voice asked. Ahsha looked up and saw
the player she was eye fucking during tryouts.
“Yeah…wasn’t watching where I was going. Sorry about that,” she
mumbled, brushing off her legs and trying to hide her embarrassment.
“That’s cool,” Derek replied, licking his lips. “Never caught your
name back in the gym.”
go, Ahsha thought to herself. Athletes were dangerous and she knew
Derek Roman’s type. He was always connected with a new model or actress in the
tabloids. “Probably because you never asked me or I didn’t tell you,” came her
sassy reply. The man was sexy as hell, but she was about to nip this in the
“Ohhh, why you gotta do me like that,” he gasped. “I’m Derek by
“I know who you are,” she groaned, crossing her arms across her
“Mmmm, I bet. Waiting on a
ride? You know I could give you one, right,” the baller added, the double
Ahsha’s mouth fell open. “Your pick-up lines are bad, dude. Hope
your game on the court isn’t that wack.”
If only Ahsha knew that her feistiness was even more appealing to
Derek. “Damn! You aren’t letting a brotha up for air, huh?”
“Because I know your type,” she shot back as Bobbi pulled up to
the sidewalk. “Oh, and the name is Ahsha. You have a nice evening…Derek Roman.”
“Nice meeting you, Ahsha,” he called out, walking backwards
towards the arena.
The two held eye contact a
few more moments as Ahsha ducked inside the car. From that very moment, their
lives would forever be changed.
you for reading! Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of the Skylines
Prequel. Next chapter will dive into Derek a bit more and we’ll move on to the second
and final day of Devil Girl tryouts.
You sat cross-legged on the crappy couch in your apartment next to your roommate with a couple of your friends sprawled on the floor in front of you. All of you were intently watching your college hockey game on TV while eating cup noodles. You could hardly ever go to the actual game because they got sold out so quickly due to the popularity of your college’s hockey program. Your eyes were glued on the screen as you saw the familiar number 91 sweep the puck away from the opposing team and rush away on a breakaway towards the opponent’s goal.
“C’mon Luke,” you whispered to yourself, your heart thumping as you saw the score was 1-1 with 10 seconds left.
The blonde boy skated across the ice with immense expertise and flawlessly shot the puck in the top right hand corner of the goal, sealing the game.
“YES!” You cheered, accidentally spilling your noodles all over yourself.
Your friends cheered along, but mostly because the TV zoomed in on Luke’s face during an interview.
“He’s so attractive. Kill me,” your roommate said.
“Fuck me. Literally,” another one of your friends said.
“Guys!” you said while lightly slapping your friend’s shoulder.
“What? You don’t think he’s hot Y/N?” one of your friends said smirking.
Of course you thought he was hot, you would have to be blind to not see that. His blonde hair always perfectly messy. His mesmerizing blue eyes. You quickly realized you had drifted off into thought and coughed while blushing.
“I’m more interested in the game Y/F/N,” you responded, failing in trying to sound convincing.
“Whatever Y/N,” your friend said, turning around to the others to continue discussing Luke and occasionally other team members.
You laughed at their antics and shouted “goodnight guys!” earning no response, and chuckled to yourself while walking towards your bedroom.
You woke up bright and early for the your routine morning run. You looked at the floor of your apartment and sighed at the mess your friends had made last night, mentally reminding yourself to clean it up later. After jogging for a couple of miles you found yourself in front of the ice arena. You looked around and saw that it was still dark, and you looked at your phone and saw that it was still only 4:45 in the morning. You assumed nobody else would be there so you walked through the doors into the odd cold of ice complexes. You walked towards the hockey rink and saw the light was on. You were confused, and walked through the automatic doors that led to the rink to see what was happening. Then you saw him.
There he was in a pair of shorts, a fitted t-shirt, and a snapback on his head practicing passing and shooting, getting frustrated when he missed he shots or lost his edge. You watched from a corner, not wanting to disturb him, but too engrossed to leave. Your phone buzzed, signaling that you had received a text message. While reading a message from your mom about the importance of breakfast, your thought process was interrupted by a husky voice saying,
“Can I help you?”
You let out a squeak at the sudden sound and dropped your phone in surprise. You hastily picked it up and groaned once you saw the crack in your screen.
Then you returned your attention back to the boy. “Um I didn’t think anyone would be here this early..” you quietly mumbled.
“Clearly you were wrong, and why would you want to come to a hockey rink at 4 in the morning?” Luke questioned.
He was really starting to piss you off so you snapped and said “Sorry to break it to you Hemmings, but you don’t own this place.”
“Actually, I think I do,” he cockily replied, pointing towards the NCAA championship banners hanging from the ceiling.
“You’re such an arrogant ass,” you hissed, shoving your broken phone in your pocket and walking though the rink doors.
“Nice to meet you too,” you heard Luke sarcastically call out from behind you.
“The pleasure’s all mine” you huffed, talking mostly to yourself.
Your early morning encounter had officially dampened your mood and now all you wanted to do was to go back to your apartment and take a nice warm bath to make you calmer. You reached your apartment faster than you had reached the rink due to your anger and roughly opened your door, making your roommate jump.
“Jesus, someone’s a little salty,” your roommate said.
“I’m not salty!” You responded, clearly irritated.
“Of course you aren’t,” your roommate sarcastically responded, then she became serious before continuing.
“Hey Y/N?” she said quietly.
“Yeah?” you asked while pouring yourself a cup of water.
“You remember that liberal arts university that I always wanted to go to but never got in to?” your roommate asked you.
“Of course!” you responded smiling, wondering why she was talking about this now.
“Well I re-applied as a transfer, and I got in,” she said softly.
Your smile fell. You knew this was an opportunity of a lifetime for her, but she was your best friend at this huge university and you couldn’t imagine living without her. However, you knew you had to be a supportive friend so you smiled and said, “That’s great! I’m so excited for you! We can have a celebration dinner tonight, when do you leave?”
“In two days,” she responded, happily since you took the news so well.
Shit. You only had two days to find a new roommate in the middle of the year. You scowled slightly, but then remembered you had to be happy for her so you smiled and went over to hug her on the couch. She thanked you for being so supportive and said she’d come visit since her campus was only 3 hours away. You nodded along to her conversation but your mind was filled with worry about finding a new apartment since there was no way you could pay the rent on your own.
“What the fuck man?” Luke yelled at his roommate Liam.
“I’m sorry Luke, you know I never meant for this to happen alright!” Liam responded defensively.
“Why the fuck would you risk your college career for fucking drugs Liam!” Luke yelled frustrated.
Liam was his teammate and one of his best friends, but once faculty caught him at some frat party smoking weed they immediately suspended him from hockey as well as the school for the rest of the semester. That meant the Luke had lost a right-wing as well as a roommate.
“Mate, I’m sorry,"Liam said sounding genuinely apologetic.
"Fuck you man!” Luke groaned falling back on his couch and putting his head in his hands.
“You’ll do fine without me for a bit, see ya around bud,” Liam said walking out of the door with his things so he could catch his flight home.
Luke pulled out his laptop and sloppily posted an add on the school announcement page and prayed someone would respond quickly but knew it was unlikely since it was the middle of the year.
He cursed Liam one more time before turning on his stomach and falling asleep on the couch with his game replay playing on the TV.
It was about 10 at night and your friend had already left and your lease was expiring tomorrow, meaning you had to find a place tonight. You cursed at nobody in particular because of your bad luck and incoherently mumbled on the way to an apartment you had seen an ad for. It wasn’t a very detailed ad but it was on your school announcement page so you decided to go check it out since you didn’t have very many options. Actually this was your only option so you had no choice.
You knocked on the door of the apartment, wrinkling your nose at the disgusting odor in the hallway and praying it wasn’t coming from the apartment. However, once the door opened the odor was the least of your worries since you were now looking into the eyes of star centre Luke Hemmings.
“Fuck,” you said to yourself, one hundred percent sure that you had the worst luck in the world.
“Looking for a roommate?” Luke smirked looking down at you.
A/N: Feedback is always appreciated :D ! You know what ya gotta do for a part 2 ;)
A week before training camp begins David comes to visit. He brings his wife Margot and Jonny’s six year old niece, Sunny.
They go out on Jonny’s boat and he helps teach Sunny, who’s afraid to put her face in the water, how to swim.
Margot makes strawberry crepes and doesn’t let them talk about hockey and speaks to Jon only in French. They all tease him incessantly about his stupid waterfall and refuse to even try his kale smoothies. They set him at ease in a way not much else has in months.
“So have you been seeing anyone?” Margot asks late one night after Sunny’s in bed and they’re sitting outside by Jon’s fireplace, half drunk on vodka and lemonade.