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"My thoughts exactly. All I ever do is add, subtract. Though admittedly more subtracting then adding, deviding and if I'm Really lucky, I can multiply the amount of..."

"Exactly!"
Josiah nodded fishing out some black sweatpants and a plain grey t-shirt.
"Here." he said throwing them on the bed. Walking to her side he shoved his hands in his pockets.


"What?" he asked
"You'r welcome." Josiah smiled a little "I figured you were sick of all that freakishly clean white. I hate that room there. I would have rather been in the basement that Emmy was in than that one." he made a face.


Declan's hand went up to hers
Shit
"I got into a fight last night." He said it was part of the whole truth


"I never said they weren't" Josiah told her grabbing a pillow and blanket and throwing them down the stairs.

She bent and picked up the white shirtdress and the black shorts.

"Want to burn them?" he asked nodding at the clothes. He had a second fluffy pillow in his hand, poised to toss it down the stairs.
"What?" Declan asked


((Which parts should I take?))
Declan looked at her
"Maybe I can help with the homework."
Josiah laughed and started going back downstairs

"Race you," she smirked, jumping down the stairs two at a time.

Josiah jumped the last six stairs and landed in the pile of bedsheets

"Ah you won," she laughed. "So where are we putting this stuff?"

Josiah looked at the fireplace
"Over there. We just gotta move the chairs." he said dragging the pillow and sheets behing him.
Declan nodded and kissed her gently
"What do you want to do?"

Josiah looked at the fireplace
"Over there. We just gotta move the chairs." he said dragging the pillow and sheets behing him.
Declan nodded and kissed her gently
..."
Salem pulled the comforter over and then dropped it so she could move a chair out of the way.
((*nod* But it's obvious why.))

Josiah pushed the chair to the far wall then moved back to the spot moving the books that were stacked there.

((I love Declan. He's like, an adorable bad boy.))"

((lol I know right?))
Josiah stepped back
"Ok. Go crazy." he said to her


Salem smiled widely. "Thanks. I'm getting better at it."

Emmy laughed at that "Why do you always seem to like it?" just lmao))
"You'll get the hang of it sooner rather than later." JOsiah nodded looking at the clear groung
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"They're my clothes, that ok?" He asked going through it.
The upstairs looked like the down stairs in the was that every wall except one, which the bed was against had some sort of bookshelf of case on it. Even the desk that was under a large window resembled the one that was downstairs. One wall, the very back one had a window seat and had a perfect view of the valley that was there. Pictures and drawings were what covered that wall. Most of them Josiahs own works but some were from the few friends he used to have over the years. Like one he would never get rid of no matter how old and worn it got, it was him, his best friend Davin and the girl they were good friends(and secretly in love) with, Grace. They were all smiling and laughing and loving the freedom they had been granted, but it was not to last as Josiah learned. They were killed later that week, on a final job that they had been contacted with.