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The classroom buzzed faintly with the sound of Mr. Wesker’s monotone lecture about… something. Probably mitochondria, or viruses, or how humanity was “pathetic and weak” compared to his brilliance. You weren’t paying attention. Not even close.
Your chin rested on your palm, pencil loosely in your other hand, notebook wide open but covered in doodles instead of notes. The edges of your vision blurred, the droning voice faded, and your brain slipped into a technicolor dreamscape.
And there he was.
Leon S. Kennedy
Standing in the middle of the soccer field like some golden boy carved out of sunlight. His hair was soft and feathered, chestnut strands catching the glow like he’d stepped right out of a shampoo commercial. His bangs framed his face perfectly — a little messy, but effortlessly cool. His eyes sparkled, blue as summer skies and way too kind for someone that popular.
Your gaze traveled down: broad shoulders filling out his letterman jacket just right, sleeves pushed up to reveal lean forearms. His hands — those hands! — were tucked in his pockets, casual but confident, like he owned every inch of the moment. His jeans sat just right, not too baggy, not too tight, with sneakers scuffed from actual use, not fashion. And when he smiled — oh, god. Dimples. Honest-to-goodness dimples.
He looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.
“Darling,” Leon said, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. He reached out his hand. “Dance with me.”
Your stomach flipped. Somehow, music filled the air — something dreamy and romantic. The soccer field melted into a glowing stage under a spotlight, petals drifting from nowhere. You stepped forward, heart hammering, ready to take his hand—
And then the ground cracked open.
From beneath the turf, grotesque zombie arms shot up, clawing and moaning. The sky darkened into a blood-red haze as Leon suddenly whipped out a shotgun from nowhere . He still looked beautiful, glowing even in the apocalypse, but now he was blasting zombies left and right while still holding out his other hand for you.
“Stay close to me sweetheart!” he shouted, flashing that smile that could end wars.
You grabbed his hand at last, adrenaline rushing. Together you spun — no longer dancing, but fighting — twirling like some deranged ballet as Leon shot over your shoulder and you kicked a zombie in the face. He dipped you low, pressing you against his chest, just before stabbing a monster through the skull with his free hand.
The crowd roared. Yes, there was a crowd now — cheering like you two were prom royalty saving the world. Someone even chanted your names in rhythm.
Just as Leon leaned in, eyes locking with yours like he was about to kiss you right there amidst the chaos—
“HEY!”
You jolted upright in your desk, pencil flying from your hand and clattering on the floor. The classroom came rushing back into focus — Wesker glaring from the front, arms crossed, his sunglasses catching the harsh fluorescent light.
“Care to share what’s so fascinating in your little fantasy?” Wesker sneered.
The whole class snickered. Your face burned. Moira leaned over from the desk beside you, whispering just loud enough for a few others to hear, “Please tell me Leon was in that one again.”
You covered your face with both hands, wishing the zombies would come and drag you under for real this time.
⸻
The classroom clock ticked slower than a zombie shuffle. You slumped forward on your desk, staring at the second hand drag along.
“…and if any of you can actually retain this information for Monday’s test, I’ll be… mildly impressed.”
Mr. Wesker’s voice carried that mix of bored menace and superiority, like he couldn’t decide if he was teaching chemistry or plotting world domination. He adjusted his sunglasses — yes, indoors, yes, under flickering fluorescent lights — and closed his book with a snap.
The bell finally rang. Freedom.
You nearly leapt from your chair. “Finally.”
Moira Burton, who had been balancing her chair on two legs the entire period like she was daring gravity itself to challenge her, smirked and leaned over. “C’mon, nerd. You survived another Wesker monologue. That deserves a medal. Or at least a beer. Good thing we’ve got my party tonight.”
You lowered your voice, clutching your backpack straps. “Are you sure the coast is clear? What if your dad—”
Moira cut you off with a dramatic eye roll. “Barry’s gone. Twenty-four hours. Me, you, and a house full of questionable decisions. Trust me, this party is happening.”
The two of you pushed into the hallway, weaving through the Friday crowd. And that’s when you saw him.
Leon S. Kennedy. The most popular, nicest, golden-retriever-smiling guy in school. His laugh carried over the crowd as he talked with Chris Redfield, the star quarterback who had the biceps of a Greek statue and the protective streak of an older brother.
You froze like a deer in headlights. Moira followed your gaze and groaned. “Ohhh no. Don’t even tell me you’re doing the shy puppy thing again.”
“I—I wasn’t gonna—” You tried to move forward casually, but your brain short-circuited. Your hand twitched in a weird half-wave that looked more like you were signaling for help. “H-hey, Leon—”
And then you panicked, spun too quickly, and slammed shoulder-first into someone.
“Ow. Watch it, dweeb.”
Ada Wong’s glossy hair flipped over her shoulder as she gave you a once-over like you weren’t worth her mascara smudge. Ada was the school’s queen bee: smart, stylish, terrifying. Always surrounded by her loyal sidekick, Ashley Graham, who was currently juggling a latte and dropping her binder in slow motion.
Ashley bent down, scattering notes everywhere. “Oopsie! Ugh, Mondays, am I right? Wait—what day is it?”
Ada sighed so hard it felt rehearsed. “Friday, Ashley.”
Ashley straightened, then pointed at you and Moira with a little laugh. “Oh my gosh, Ada, look—it’s like… Walmart chic . Don’t they look cute?”
You opened your mouth, mortified. Moira, though, didn’t hesitate.
“At least I don’t dress like Barbie’s unfinished prototype,” Moira fired back, smirking.
Ashley blinked, confused, and Ada had to hide her laugh behind a fake cough.
“So,” Ada drawled, crossing her arms with a smirk. “I heard there’s a party at Moira’s place tonight.” She said it like she was reciting the punchline of the dumbest joke ever told.
Moira snorted. “Wow, I didn’t think the rumors would spread that quickly!”
Ada laughed, flipping her hair. “Relax. Nobody cares about some basement band hangout.” She smirked, eyes narrowing. “As if anyone actually cool would go to that.”
Your stomach twisted. Before you could stop yourself, words tumbled out of your mouth like loose laundry.
“W-well—Leon’s coming!”
The hallway went silent for you. Moira’s eyes widened like she’d just witnessed a car crash in slow motion.
Ada blinked, stunned for half a second, then laughed again. “Leon? Kennedy? At your lame party?” She smirked. “Yeah right. He’d rather do extra credit for Wesker.”
Ashley clapped her hands together. “But wait, if there’s free food, that’s like… a big deal!”
Ada rolled her eyes so hard it looked like she was scanning the ceiling for patience. “Ashley, literally everywhere has free food. Cafeteria. Costco samples. Your kitchen.”
Ashley gasped. “Ooooh, Costco—”
Moira didn’t wait for Ada to finish roasting you. She grabbed you by the shoulders, dragging you down the hall.
“Congratulations, you just told the Queen of the Hallway that Leon Kennedy is showing up at my party.”
You squeaked. “I panicked!”
“You panicked yourself into destiny.” Moira jabbed a finger into your chest. “You HAVE to invite him now. Period.”
You shook your head furiously. “No, no way. I can’t—”
Moira raised an eyebrow, pulling out her phone. “Then I’ll do it for you. Oh, look at me, I’m typing it right now—”
You shrieked and slapped her phone down. “FINE! I’ll do it!”
So there you were, your heart was pounding as you walked up to the boys. Leon was at his locker, talking with Chris Redfield. They were laughing about something football-related, probably about how many push-ups Chris could do before Wesker stopped flexing his jaw in disapproval.
You shuffled up, clearing your throat. “Um—hi, Leon.”
He looked up, smile dazzling like he’d been born under a spotlight. “Hey there! How’s it going?”
Your brain melted into mashed potatoes. “I-it’s going… good. You know. Normal. Breathing. Existing.”
Chris groaned, shutting his locker. “What do the nerds want this time?”
You ignored him and blurted, “There’s a party. Tonight. At Moira’s. You should come. Both of you.”
Leon’s smile widened. “A party? Sounds fun. Yeah, I’d love to.”
Chris tilted his head, unconvinced. “Mm. I don’t know. Doesn’t really sound like my scene.”
Moira leaned against the locker beside you, smirking. “Jill Valentine is gonna be there.”
Chris froze, trying desperately not to look interested. “…Huh. Well. I guess I could stop by. For a bit. Just to… keep an eye on Leon.”
You could practically hear Moira snickering beside you.
Gathering every ounce of courage in your awkward, dorky soul, you tried to add: “Cool. Maybe… we could, uh, you know… hang out there. Just us. Or dance. Or whatever normal people do at parties.”
Leon chuckled, not mocking — just warm, amused. “You’re funny, I’ll see you there.”
And just like that, your brain launched into orbit. You turned around, walking away on autopilot, except your foot caught the edge of someone’s backpack and you stumbled down the hall like a cartoon character slipping on a banana peel.
“See you later, boys!” Moira called with a smug grin, dragging you off like the wingman from hell.
Chris watched the two of you disappear, arms crossed. “Seriously, what do you even see in that dork?”
Leon leaned back against the lockers, still smiling. “She’s genuine. That’s enough.”
Chris rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Romeo.”
⸻
The bell had barely finished ringing before the halls erupted like a stampede. Backpacks zipped, sneakers squeaked against linoleum, and the entire student body surged toward the front doors like they were escaping a Wesker lecture (which, technically, they were).
You squeezed through the double doors into the bright afternoon sun, Moira at your side, twirling her keys around her finger like she owned the world.
“Okay,” Moira said, nudging you with her elbow, “tonight’s the night. Party of the year, baby. Your crush is coming, there’s gonna be music, food, probably at least one fire hazard…”
“Please don’t say fire hazard,” you muttered. “My heart can’t take that and Leon in the same night.”
Before Moira could roast you further, a soft voice chimed in.
“Hey guys, wait up!”
You turned to see Sheva Alomar jogging up with her backpack slung over one shoulder. She was the kind of person who could make a ponytail look like a magazine ad — calm, composed, but with that curious spark in her eyes. Being the new transfer from Africa, she hadn’t clicked with a lot of people yet, but somehow, she’d drifted into your orbit.
She smiled. “Do you two have plans this weekend?”
Moira grinned, never missing a beat. “As a matter of fact, tonight we’re hosting a little get-together at my place. You should come.”
Sheva tilted her head, thoughtful. “A party? Hm. I’ve seen movies like… Mean Girls, and they make American parties look… dramatic. Are they really like that?”
You shook your head quickly, smiling. “Oh, no, not at all. Moira’s parties are way more chill. It’s just music, food, and hanging out. No weird plastic tiaras or people trying to sabotage each other’s social lives.”
Moira snorted. “Speak for yourself. I fully plan on sabotaging Ada Wong’s social life one of these days.”
Sheva laughed softly, her shoulders relaxing. “Okay, then. That sounds… nice. I’d love to come.”
You felt a little bubble of warmth in your chest. “Great! You’ll fit right in.”
Sheva gave a grateful nod and waved before heading down the steps, blending into the crowd.
As soon as she was gone, Moira tugged your sleeve. “Alright, but before we head home—pit stop.”
You frowned. “Pit stop?”
Moira smirked mischievously. “Yup. Gotta meet someone.”
Your stomach sank as she led you around the side of the school, toward the parking lot. Leaning casually against his beat-up motorcycle was none other than Luis Sera — leather jacket, half-unbuttoned shirt, cigarette dangling from his lips, and that permanent smirk like he was in on a joke nobody else knew.
“Mira, Burton,” Luis greeted, tossing a wink. “Always a pleasure.”
You froze. “Moira. Tell me this is not what I think it is.”
Moira held up her hands like she was innocent. “Relax. He’s just my supplier.”
“Supplier?! Moira!” you hissed, eyes darting around. “What if Leon finds out? He’ll think I’m some kind of villain!”
Luis chuckled, pushing off his bike and eyeing you with a teasing grin. “Ah, so that’s what this is. The little rabbit doesn’t want to look bad in front of Kennedy.”
Your face went hot. “I—I’m not a rabbit! And I don’t—!”
Moira cut you off, already pulling cash from her wallet. “Relax, it’s just for brownies, not like I’m running a cartel.”
Luis handed over a small baggie with a flourish, clearly enjoying every second of your horrified expression. “Careful, cariño. Too much of this and your party will be more interesting than you planned.”
You crossed your arms and pouted. “This is ridiculous…”
Luis grinned wider, tilting his head. “Cute. She pouts like a bunny, too.”
“Stop calling me that!”
Moira stuffed the bag into her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder. “Alright, transaction complete. C’mon, we’ve got brownies to bake and a party to prep.”
You shot one last mortified glance at Luis, who gave you a little two-finger salute before sliding his shades down his nose and smirking.
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Moira jingled her keys as the two of you walked across the parking lot. “Shotgun,” you said out of habit.
“Of course you’re shotgun,” she smirked, unlocking her car.
You opened the passenger door and instantly froze. Moira’s car was… well. Somehow both messy and clean. The floor was littered with old energy drink cans, crumpled gum wrappers, and a couple of empty CD cases. But her dashboard? Wiped spotless. The seats? Weirdly tidy.
You slid in cautiously, moving a random screwdriver from the seat before buckling up. “Moira, do you… live in this car sometimes?”
“Don’t judge my system, nerd.” She started the engine, grinning.
The second you two left the parking lot, she floored it. You yelped, grabbing the handle above your window. “Moira!”
She cackled like a maniac, weaving between lanes, one hand casually adjusting the volume as punk rock blasted through the speakers. “Relax! This baby’s built for speed.”
“I’m built for living ! Slow down!”
Her only answer was more laughter.
By the time you pulled into her driveway, you were pale and clinging to your seatbelt. Moira parked with a dramatic screech and leaned back, smug. “See? Flawless.”
You groaned. “You’re going to give me a heart attack before Leon ever notices me.”
Before Moira could quip back, the front door swung open. Barry Burton stood there, arms crossed with a curious expression.
“Girls,” he greeted warmly.
“Hey, Dad.” Moira waved.
“Hi, Mr. Burton,” you added politely.
From behind Barry, Natalia darted out and wrapped her arms around your waist. “I missed you!”
You smiled and hugged her back, only for Natalia to stick her tongue out at Moira over your shoulder.
Moira squinted. “Oh, you little gremlin—” She lunged, fingers wiggling as she started aggressively tickling Natalia, who shrieked with laughter.
“Girls, enough,” Barry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m heading out tonight. S.T.A.R.S exclusive hunting trip with Marvin. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”
He gave Moira the look — the one that was equal parts warning and love. “You know the rules. No funny business. No trouble. No fires. Don’t let anyone in the house you wouldn’t tell me about. And make sure Natalia eats, goes to bed on time, and doesn’t get into my gun cabinet.”
Moira smirked. “Relax, Dad. We’ve got this. We’ll be angels.”
Barry didn’t look convinced, but he sighed and patted your shoulder. “I trust you more than her. You’re responsible.” He turned back toward the door. “Money’s on the counter for pizza. I’ll see you tomorrow. Be good.”
“Bye, Dad!” Natalia chirped.
Barry gave the girls a goodbye wave and left, car rumbling away down the street.
You exhaled in relief… until you noticed Moira’s grin. That mischievous sparkle in her eyes.
Both of you exchanged one silent look.
And immediately burst out laughing.
Moira yanked her backpack onto the kitchen table, pulling out the baggie Luis had given her. “Operation Party is a go. Brownies first.”
You sighed, moving to the counter. “Fine. I’ll handle the snacks and drinks.”
The two of you got to work — you lining up chips, soda, and candy while Moira stirred a suspiciously chocolatey batter with way too much enthusiasm.
That’s when Natalia popped up, arms crossed. “You can’t have a party.”
You froze. “Uh… what?”
Natalia pointed to the phone. “It’s Dad’s rule. No parties. If you do, I’m calling him.”
Moira rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. Dad’s not here. I’m in charge.”
Natalia darted for the phone. “I’m telling!”
“Like hell you are!” Moira lunged, grabbing the handset just as you scooped up Natalia and held her tight before she could run.
Natalia wriggled and took a huge breath, ready to scream bloody murder—
“Wait!” Moira hissed, desperate. “I’ll do anything! ”
Natalia froze, eyes sparkling. “Anything?”
Moira groaned. “Oh, this can’t be good.”
Natalia grinned deviously. “If you want me to keep quiet, I get to make a deal.”
Moira opened her mouth to argue, but you gave her a pleading look. “Moira… it’s the only way.”
She groaned dramatically, like she’d just been told she had detention for life. “Ugh, fine! Deal. What’s your evil little plan, demon child?”
Natalia pumped her fist, giggling. “Yes!”
Natalia wiggled out of your grip like a slippery little fox, hands on her hips. Her eyes sparkled with victory. “Okay. Here’s my deal.”
Moira groaned, collapsing dramatically against the counter. “Rip the Band-Aid off, brat.”
Natalia cleared her throat, very official. “Number one: I get to stay up past my bedtime.”
“Fine,” Moira muttered, stirring her brownie mix like she was grinding glass.
“Number two…” Natalia darted off and came back holding a very familiar orange stuffed bear. She hugged it to her chest proudly. “Lottie’s coming to the party.”
You smiled. “Of course Lottie’s invited.”
Natalia gasped and beamed up at you. “See? This is why you’re my favorite.”
Moira narrowed her eyes. “Hey!”
Natalia ignored her. “And number three…” She sniffed dramatically, nose scrunching. “What’s that weird smell?”
Your stomach dropped. You knew exactly what she was talking about.
Moira froze mid-stir, then forced a laugh so fake it could’ve been used in a bad sitcom. “Smell? What smell? I don’t smell anything. You smell anything?”
“Uh…” You glanced helplessly at Natalia, who was still sniffing.
“It smells funny,” Natalia pressed. “Like… if burnt popcorn and a skunk had a baby.”
You almost choked trying to hide your laugh.
Moira slammed the mixing spoon down, chocolate batter dripping. “Listen, kid, houses have smells, okay? That’s just… uh… new paint.”
Natalia raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Dad hasn’t painted anything since Christmas.”
Moira scoffed, waving her off. “Well, maybe the neighbors painted something. Ever think of that? Hm? Hm?” She pointed the spoon at Natalia like she’d just won an argument.
Natalia hugged Lottie tighter, unimpressed. “If you say so…”
You nudged Moira. “Smooth.”
She rolled her eyes but smirked. “She’s not buying it, but she’s not snitching either. That’s good enough.”
Natalia plopped down on the couch, hugging Lottie with all the authority of a queen on her throne. “Don’t forget—if you break my deal, I’m calling Dad.”
Moira groaned again, muttering under her breath as she shoved the brownies into the oven. “I swear, she’s worse than Jill Valentine when she interrogates people.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like Natalia’s the real boss of this house tonight.”
Natalia beamed, giving Lottie a little wave like the bear was greeting you too. “Exactly!”
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The party hadn’t even started yet and things were already out of control.
The kitchen timer beeped like a doomsday alarm, filling the house with the faint scent of chocolatey… something. You weren’t sure if Moira’s brownies smelled delicious or criminal.
“Alright,” Moira said, sliding the tray out with oven mitts. “Step one of Operation Best Party Ever: pot brownies secured. ” She set the pan down dramatically, like it was a treasure chest full of gold.
“Step one of Operation Please Don’t Ruin My Life,” you muttered, setting bags of chips into bowls. “Snacks secured.”
Natalia leaned over the counter with Lottie in her arms, sniffing. “Step one of Operation Dad’s Gonna Kill You.”
“Go watch cartoons,” Moira shot back, cutting the brownies.
But Natalia wasn’t going anywhere. She planted Lottie on the counter beside the tray of brownies, arms crossed. “Lottie’s supervising.”
You smiled, shaking your head. “I guess Lottie’s the guest of honor, huh?”
“Exactly,” Natalia said with a nod, hugging the bear close again.
By the time you finished pouring sodas into plastic cups, Moira was already blasting music on the stereo — way too loud for “pre-party prep,” but subtlety wasn’t really in her vocabulary. She was dancing around the living room with a roll of streamers, wrapping them around the ceiling fan like it was some kind of abstract art project.
“Moira,” you warned. “That’s going to come crashing down on someone’s head.”
“That’s called ambiance, my dear friend.”
Meanwhile, you fussed over details — lining up cups, making sure snacks weren’t spilled, double-checking that the soda bottles were closed tight.
Natalia noticed and smirked. “Wow, you’re like… the party mom. Except not boring.”
“Thanks… I think?” you said.
Moira dropped the streamer roll onto the couch and clapped her hands together. “Okay. Music? Check. Snacks? Check. Brownies? Check. Decorations? …eh, kinda. Now we just need bodies.”
“Guests,” you corrected.
“Bodies, guests, same thing.”
Natalia piped up again. “Don’t forget the deal!”
Moira groaned so loudly it echoed. “Yes, little dictator, we know. You’re staying up. You and Lottie get to ‘party.’ Just stay out of my way when the real fun starts.”
Natalia grinned triumphantly, holding Lottie up in the air like Simba from The Lion King. “Lottie and I rule this house!”
Moira shot you a look. “You see what you’ve done? You’ve created a monster.”
You laughed nervously, adjusting the bowls one more time. The laughter faded, though, as a wave of nerves hit you. Leon. He was actually coming. He’d see all of this — your snacks, Moira’s chaos… but most importantly you.
You swallowed hard. “Moira… what if this goes horribly wrong?”
She grinned, tossing herself down on the couch. “Then it’ll be a night to remember. Either way, you win.”
Moira dragged you into her room like it was a top-secret briefing. She shoved you in front of her full-length mirror and crossed her arms.
“Alright, dweeb,” she said, pacing. “If Leon Kennedy is coming to this party, you need to be prepared. So—practice. Say hi to him.”
You blinked at your reflection. “Uh… h-hi, Leon.”
Moira groaned. “No, no, no. That sounded like you’re trying to sell him a vacuum cleaner. Try again.”
You straightened your shoulders, cleared your throat, and smiled nervously. “Hi, Leon! I-I mean… hey, Leon. You look… really… hair?”
Moira slapped her forehead. “You’re hopeless.”
“I panicked!” you squeaked, throwing your hands up.
Moira laughed so hard she nearly fell off the bed. “Don’t worry, I’ll wingman you. By the end of tonight, you’re either holding his hand… or you’re holding his hand.”
“Those are the same thing!”
“Exactly.”
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By the time night rolled around, the Burton house was alive with music, laughter, and the smell of brownies (the normal ones and the other ones). You nervously adjusted the snack table for the tenth time while Moira strutted around like she was hosting the Grammys.
The doorbell rang — and the chaos began.
Luis sauntered in first, his leather jacket catching the kitchen lights. “Chicas! I brought… explosives!” He waved a bag of questionable fireworks, while Carlos tried to wrangle it from him.
“Dude, we talked about this!” Carlos groaned. “Fireworks OUTSIDE.”
Next came Sheva, absolutely glowing as she walked in with her best friend Josh. “This is the American party I was telling you about!” she said, smiling warmly.
Josh raised a brow, surveying the room. “Hmm. I don’t see mean girls throwing milkshakes at people. This is… different.”
Moira slapped him on the back. “Don’t worry, give it an hour.”
Rebecca Chambers showed up in a cute dress, holding hands with Billy Coen — who looked like he’d rather fight monster than let her out of his sight. He scanned the room like it was hostile territory.
“If anyone spills a drink on her, they’re dead,” Billy muttered.
“Relax,” Rebecca said, tugging his arm with a giggle. “It’s just a party.”
Hunnigan arrived in sleek glasses, already handing out napkins to people with drinks. “Somebody has to keep this place under control.”
Excella Gionne waltzed in like it was a fashion runway, scoffing at the snack bowls. “Ugh. Where’s the champagne?”
Krauser followed her in with a six-pack of beer, “Even better, I got some beer.”
Excella looks half unimpressed, “Does it sparkle?”
“Uh… no?”
The doorbell rang again — and that’s when Chris finally arrived, with Claire walking at his side… and Leon right behind them.
You froze.
Leon was breathtaking. His hair soft and perfectly messy, his jacket casually slung open to show a white shirt underneath. He caught your eye and immediately smiled, that sunshine-bright grin that made your knees feel like gelatin.
“You made it!” he said warmly, walking straight over to you. Before you could even stammer out a hello, he wrapped you in a hug.
A hug. From the great Leon Kennedy.
You basically ascended on the spot.
“Uh—h-hi! H-hey, Leon,” you managed, your face on fire.
Moira was across the room, fist-pumping in victory.
Of course, the moment couldn’t last. The door opened again, and in swept Ada Wong with Ashley Graham right behind her. Ada’s heels clicked against the floor as she smirked at the sight.
“Well, well,” Ada said, eyeing the decorations. “So this is the big ‘party’ I heard about. I was expecting a train wreck, but this is… quaint.”
Moira leaned against the couch, smirking. “Funny, I thought you said it’d be lame. But here you are.”
Ada arched a brow. “I’m just here to watch it go down.”
Ashley clapped her hands excitedly. “And they have free food!”
Ada rolled her eyes so hard it looked painful.
Meanwhile, Leon was still smiling at you like nothing else in the room mattered. “So… got any snacks you’d recommend?” he asked, voice soft and charming.
“U-Uh y-yeah! I love cheese puffs!”
Your brain short-circuited again before you can create another normal sentence.
The music was blasting, lights dimmed, and the Burton living room had officially transformed into Party Central. People were dancing, chatting, or raiding the snack table like it was their last meal.
Moira strutted through her own party with her usual confidence—until Quint Cetcham nervously shuffled up to her, clutching a cup of soda.
“H-hey, Moira. You, uh, look really cute tonight,” he stammered, cheeks red. “Maybe we could—”
Moira put a finger on his chest and shoved him gently but firmly away. “Not happening, tech boy.”
“Wha—?!” Quint flailed back, bumping into the couch. Keith Lumley, his partner in crime, rushed over and grabbed his best friend by the collar.
“Dude, what are you doing?” Keith hissed. “That’s Barry Burton’s daughter. She’ll break you in half.”
“She already did!” Quint squeaked, adjusting his glasses.
Moira just cackled and went back to the music, leaving the two of them bickering.
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Meanwhile, Natalia wandered into the kitchen, tummy rumbling. Her eyes landed on the two pans of brownies cooling on the counter. One was the normal batch… the other, very much not.
Without hesitation, she cut herself a square and took a big bite. “Mmm! So good!” she said happily, crumbs on her cheeks.
Around the house, little side-stories were unfolding like mini TV episodes. Luis & Carlos were outside trying to light the fireworks. Carlos yelled, “Not inside the grill!” while Luis just grinned, cigarette dangling from his lips.
Josh and Sheva had taken over the living room dance floor, showing off some moves that had half the crowd cheering and the other half trying to copy them.
Rebecca tried to explain the scientific difference between soda and energy drinks while Billy hovered behind her like a human guard dog, glaring at anyone who looked at her too long.
Excella was trying to start a karaoke contest, but Krauser had taken the mic first and was absolutely butchering a Bon Jovi song.
Hunnigan stood in the kitchen handing out water cups like a responsible mom friend.
You were just refilling the chip bowl when Leon slipped into the kitchen. His hair was slightly mussed from the crowded room, and he had that smile again—the one that made your stomach flutter.
“Hey,” he said softly, leaning against the counter. “This is some party. Didn’t think Moira would pull it off.”
“Yeah, she’s… kind of full of surprises,” you laughed nervously.
Leon tilted his head at you, his expression gentle. “And you? Having fun?”
Your throat went dry. “I—uh—yeah. Totally. Fun. So much fun. Just… normal, average, good… fun.”
He chuckled, the sound warm and light. “Glad to hear it.” Then he leaned in just slightly, close enough that you could smell his cologne. “I’m really glad I came.
Your heart practically exploded.
Back in the living room, Ada and Ashley had found themselves next to each other on the couch.
Ashley sipped her soda with a grin. “You know, Ada, you should totally sing karaoke. You’d sound amazing!”
Ada gave her a long look. “Sweetheart, the last time I sang karaoke, three men fell in love with me and two started a bar fight. Not worth the drama.”
Ashley gasped. “Wow, you’re like… Beyoncé, but so much cooler!”
Ada pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering, “Why am I here…”
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As the night rolled on, the party only got wilder—dancing, music, people sneaking around. But the biggest ticking time bomb of all?
Natalia, happily munching on her third special brownie, giggling to herself as she told Lottie, “You’re sooo funny tonight.”
You were just grabbing a soda when Moira appeared, eyes wide. “We’ve got a problem.”
“What now?” you asked, but then she pointed toward the corner.
Natalia.
The kid was swaying side to side, cheeks stuffed with chocolate, giggling at absolutely nothing. Crumbs were everywhere. You froze when you saw the pans of brownies on the counter—both almost empty.
Moira grabbed her own hair in panic. “Oh my God. She’s already on her third one.”
Your jaw dropped. “Moira—your dad is going to kill us!”
“Correction,” Moira hissed, “he’ll kill me. You’ll be fine because you’re cute and innocent, but I’m toast.”
The two of you lunged at Natalia just as she staggered toward the living room. “I feel… floaty!” she declared, waving her arms dramatically.
Unfortunately, she bumped right into Ashley.
“Waaaah!” Ashley shrieked, flinging her drink everywhere. The soda went flying… and splashed all over Ada Wong’s sleek red designer top.
Ada froze. The music screeched to a stop as she slowly turned toward Natalia, her eyes narrowing. “Do you have any idea how much this outfit costs?”
Natalia blinked, then pointed at Lottie. “Lottie says you need to chill.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
You quickly stepped in front of her. “Back off, Ada. She’s just a kid.”
Ada arched a brow, unimpressed. “And you’re defending her? Cute. But this is designer. She needs to learn consequences.”
Before you could respond, Ashley dramatically pointed a finger between you and Ada. “Then it’s decided. A DUEL!”
The crowd exploded in cheers. Suddenly everyone formed a circle, phones out, chanting, “Duel! Duel! Duel!”
The crowd went wild, circling around you and Ada. Someone yelled, “Spin the Bottle?” Another shouted, “Beer pong!” but Luis leapt on a chair and raised his hands dramatically.
“NO! Tonight, the duel shall be… Mario Kart Showdown! ”
Everyone screamed louder.
Ada arched an eyebrow, smirking. “Mario Kart? That’s your weapon of choice? Fine. Try to keep up.”
Moira nearly choked on her soda. “This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen… and I LOVE it.”
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Barry’s living room TV was suddenly the Colosseum. The console booted up, controllers were handed out to the competitors. Natalia was waving her orange stuffed bear Lottie around like it was a flag.
“Crush her!” she yelled, brownie crumbs stuck to her cheek.
You sat down, nerves buzzing, Ada coolly choosing Peach while you fumbled to pick Yoshi.
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Round One:
The first lap was brutal. Ada drove smooth and calculated, nailing every drift. You, on the other hand, hit three walls, drove off Rainbow Road, and missed an item box. The crowd laughed, Ada smirked, and your stomach sank.
For a second, you considered just giving up. And then—out of the corner of your eye—you caught Leon watching. His smile had faded, and he looked… sad, like he hated seeing you lose faith in yourself.
Something inside you snapped back into place.
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Round Two:
You locked back in. Your thumbs flew across the buttons, your focus laser sharp. Ada still had the lead, but you snagged a lightning bolt and zapped her right before a jump. She shrieked—an uncharacteristic, angry little noise—and the room exploded with cheers.
Moira cackled. “DID YOU HEAR THAT? THE ICE QUEEN JUST SQUEAKED!”
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Final Lap:
Ada was still ahead, Peach speeding toward the finish. But with one last item box… you got the blue shell.
The room went silent.
You launched it. Ada’s Peach spun out in a fiery explosion right before the line, and your Yoshi zipped past to finish first.
The house erupted. Luis threw his beer in the air, Carlos and Sheva were screaming, Natalia jumped onto the couch waving Lottie like a victory banner.
You dropped the controller, chest heaving, grinning in shock. You had won!
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Ada stood, brushing imaginary dust off her dress, trying to keep her composure. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” she said smoothly, but her tone was tight.
Ashley clapped like a seal. “Yay! That was SOOOO intense!”
Ada shot her a look that could kill.
But then Leon came over. He smiled—bright, boyish, genuine—and pulled you into a hug that had your heart practically leaping out of your chest.
“You were incredible,” he said softly, close enough that only you could hear. “I knew you’d pull through.”
Moira whispered loudly behind you, “If you faint, I am NOT catching you.”
The room was still buzzing from your win. Everyone was chanting your name, some stomping their feet like it was a stadium. Ada slipped away with her usual icy grace, but you didn’t care—because Leon was standing right in front of you.
“That was amazing,” he said, his smile lighting up his whole face. “I thought you were done for, but the way you came back… I’m seriously impressed.”
Your chest warmed. “Y-you really think so?”
He nodded, earnest. “Yeah. You don’t give up. That’s… pretty awesome.”
Leon was about to say something, but someone turned up the volume of the music, interrupting his voice He then leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear as he tried to talk, but you couldn’t hear a thing—just the bass rattling in your chest. You caught Moira in the background, smirking and mouthing “Take him upstairs, dummy!” while making obnoxious shooing motions.
Your face burned, but… she was right.
You tugged gently at Leon’s sleeve and motioned toward the stairs. He raised a brow but followed you without hesitation. The noise faded as you slipped into Moira’s room, shutting the door behind you. It was quiet, almost too quiet compared to downstairs.
Leon chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Guess this is the only way we’ll actually get to talk.”
Your heart was racing. You swallowed hard, trying to gather courage. “Leon… I—I like you. Like, a lot. More than just friends.”
For a moment, he just stared at you. Then, his expression softened into that warm, boyish smile that melted you every time.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he admitted. “Because… I feel the same way.”
Your breath hitched. “Y-you do?”
“Yeah.” He stepped closer, eyes locking on yours. “I like you too. Honestly, I’ve been trying to figure out the right time to tell you.”
The silence stretched—electric, pulsing with every heartbeat. Then you both leaned in at the same time, lips meeting in a kiss that made your knees weak. It was sweet at first, soft and tentative… until Leon deepened it, his hand cupping your cheek, pulling you closer.
You gasped against his mouth, clutching at his shirt as he pressed you gently back toward the bed. The kiss turned feverish, desperate, all the months of stolen glances and awkward blushes exploding in one moment.
You broke apart just for air, his forehead resting against yours. He was smiling—messy-haired, flushed, and so heartbreakingly gorgeous.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he whispered.
Your only response was to kiss him again, harder this time, until the world outside Moira’s room disappeared completely.
⸻
The bass of the music pulsed through the walls as the party roared on downstairs. Moria leaned against the banister of the staircase, arms crossed, doing her best impression of “queen of the castle.” She scanned the crowd with narrowed eyes like a hawk on patrol. If anyone spills something on Dad’s couch, they’re dead.
That’s when Chris Redfield stepped up beside her. Piers trailed behind him, looking slightly awkward like he’d been dragged into this whole situation.
“Hey, Burton,” Chris said, raising a brow. “You might wanna check on your little sister. She’s… going crazy.”
Moria frowned. “Define crazy.”
Piers scratched the back of his neck. “She’s, uh… running around the house screaming that she’s in charge… and she tried to bite Carlos on the arm. Twice.”
Moria’s jaw dropped. “Oh, hell no.” She shot off the railing and charged into the crowd, practically shoving people aside as she tried to spot Natalia. Sure enough, the little brunette came flying out of the kitchen, crumbs on her face and arms flailing like a wild bird.
Moria groaned. “Oh my god, she’s baked out of her mind.” She dove after her, but Natalia slipped through like an eel and darted into the living room, weaving between people dancing.
And then Moria’s phone buzzed. She glanced down at the screen— Dad . Her blood went cold.
“Crap, crap, crap!” She sprinted into the nearest bathroom, slammed the door shut, and answered the call, panting. “H-hey, Pops! What’s up?”
Barry’s gruff voice came through, calm but commanding. “Just checking in, sweetheart. Everything’s good at home?”
Moria pressed her back to the bathroom wall, trying to steady her breath. “Oh yeah, everything’s great ! Natalia’s totally, uh… doing homework, and we are just having a nice, quiet night. Y’know, normal stuff.”
Meanwhile—cut to Barry and Marvin outside a glowing 7-Eleven sign. Barry, still in his hunting gear, was pushing the glass door open. Marvin trailed behind him, carrying a cooler.
Barry muttered, “Hunting’s not the same without snacks. I told Moria I’d grab her some soda if we passed by anyway.”
Marvin chuckled. “Man, I can’t picture Moria drinking soda and behaving herself at the same time. That kid’s a handful.”
Barry gave a tired dad-sigh. “Tell me about it. But she knows the rules. She wouldn’t break them… right?”
Back at the house, Moria winced so hard she nearly cracked her own teeth as Natalia laughed from outside the bathroom door.
Barry paused mid-step, frowning. “…Was that Natalia?”
Moria smacked her forehead and whispered into the phone: “Nope! No idea what that was! Probably the TV. Everything’s fine, Dad, promise!”
Barry finally said his goodbyes on the phone, completely oblivious to the mayhem brewing in his own backyard.
“Alright, sweetheart. Glad to hear you’ve got everything under control. Tell Natalia I love her. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Moria hung up, slid down the bathroom wall, and covered her face. “I’m so screwed…”
Her panic was interrupted by Luis’s booming voice from the backyard.
“¡Amigos! Tonight is the night of legends! I’m going to launch the elite fireworks ! Everyone outside!”
Moria’s heart sank. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me—” But before she could stop it, the crowd of teenagers rushed out the back door, whooping and cheering.
In the chaos, Natalia darted through the front hallway, sugar-high and giggling. She barreled right into Luis, nearly knocking the box of fireworks out of his hands.
Luis laughed. “Whoa, chica, slow down! What’s the hurry?”
Natalia’s eyes sparkled. “Can I light one? Please??”
Luis grinned and shrugged like it was the best idea in the world. “Of course! Every queen deserves her spark!”
“WHAT?!” Moria screamed from the porch, shoving through people. “No, don’t let her—”
But it was too late. Natalia struck the match with gleeful determination, lit the fuse, and stepped back. Before disaster could strike, Carlos lunged forward, scooped her up, and yelled, “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, LUIS?!”
Luis blinked, confused—until a crackling sound reached his ears. Helena Harper pointed frantically.
“Luis! Your hair!”
Luis patted his head. “What’s burning—” His eyes went wide as the smell hit him. “MY HAIR!” He shrieked, spinning in circles.
Ashley panicked and grabbed a bucket, shouting, “I’ll save you!!” She launched the water with heroic force—only for it to completely miss Luis and soak the lawn instead.
“Nice shot, Princess,” Ada quipped, sipping her drink.
“Shut up!” Ashley barked, stomping her foot.
Jill Valentine rolled her eyes, grabbed another bucket, and without hesitation doused Luis’s head perfectly. His hair hissed and smoked, leaving him drenched and frazzled.
“Whew… gracias, cariño,” Luis sighed, water dripping into his eyes.
“Don’t mention it,” Jill deadpanned, shaking her head.
Before the crowd could burst into laughter again, Sheva’s voice rang clear, “Look!”
Everyone turned skyward as the firework Natalia had lit finally exploded, blooming into a cascade of dazzling gold and red streaks. For the first time all night, the backyard grew quiet. The colors illuminated everyone’s faces as they gazed upward in awe.
Natalia was tucked safely under Carlos’s arm now, gasped. “It’s so pretty!” She hugged her orange bear Lottie tight, eyes wide.
Rebecca leaned into Billy’s side. He slipped an arm around her, softening from his usual stoic self as she whispered, “Best seat in the house.”
Sheva clasped Josh’s hand with a warm smile. “See? American parties aren’t so bad.” Josh chuckled, squeezing back.
Keith elbowed Quint. “Bro, this is like a movie.” Quint groaned, still sulking from Moria earlier.
Helena leaned on the fence, finally laughing a little. “Luis, I’m never letting you near fireworks again.”
Chris stood beside Jill, scratching his neck. “You, uh… really saved the night back there.” His cheeks flushed as Jill smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re blushing, Redfield. Chris quickly looked away. “…It’s just hot out, okay?” Jill laughed softly. “Sure it is.”
⸻
You and Leon had been tangled together, lost in their own world, until the noise of cheering outside made them pause. Leon pulled back, lips still flushed from their kiss, and tilted his head toward the window.
“C’mon… let’s see.”
You both moved to the window, side by side, as the sky lit up in waves of sparkling light. The colors reflected off Leon’s blue eyes as he glanced at you with the softest smile.
“This is… kinda perfect,” he said quietly, his voice just for you. “Being here with you.”
Your heart swelled as another burst of color lit up the sky. For once, everything slowed down—the chaos, the noise, the worry. It was just you and him, bathed in starlight and fireworks.
Leon gently brushed his hand against yours, fingers intertwining. Then, as a final golden firework bloomed high above, he leaned in and pressed a tender kiss against your temple.
“Best night I’ve had in a long time,” he whispered.
The fireworks slowly fizzled out, leaving faint trails of smoke against the night sky. The party energy began to mellow, guests shuffling toward the front door one by one, laughing quietly and grabbing their things.
Goodbyes rolled in like a steady tide. Ada and Ashley lingered near the doorway, not quite ready to leave. Ada crossed her arms, surveying the house like she was still skeptical.
“…I’ll admit,” Ada said with her usual calm smirk, “it wasn’t as bad as I thought.”
Ashley, bouncing with energy, clasped her hands together. “Not bad? I loved it! This was the best party ever!”
Moria, despite being slumped and drained, cracked a grin. “Well, it’s an honor , your majesty.” She gave Ashley a mock curtsy that made Ada laugh under her breath. Ashley just puffed her cheeks. “Very funny, Moria!”
Before the moment could get too warm, Quint stumbled over, adjusting his glasses nervously. “Um, hey, I just wanted to, you know, say thanks for—”
“Scramble,” Moria deadpanned, not even opening her eyes.
Quint froze, mouth open like a caught fish.
Keith swooped in from behind, grabbing his buddy by the collar. “C’mon, mate, take the hint!” He gave Moria a sheepish salute. “Cheers for the invite, though. You throw a wicked bash.”
Moria just waved them off with a lazy hand, clearly done for the night.
Rebecca hugged Moria tightly. “Thanks for letting us come, this was… surprisingly fun.” She winked at Natalia. “Take care of Lottie, alright?”
Natalia beamed, holding her orange bear proudly. “Lottie and I will!”
Billy offered Moria a small nod of respect. “Not bad, kid. You kept the chaos contained… mostly.”
“Yeah, sure,” Moria groaned, rubbing her temple.
Sheva pulled both Moria and Reader into a brief hug before Josh clapped Moria’s shoulder with a grin. “You’re fierce. Reminds me of Sheva.”
Moria smirked. “Best compliment I’ve gotten all night.”
Carlos bent down to ruffle Natalia’s hair, careful now that she’d finally calmed down. “Stay outta trouble, pequeña.” He side-eyed Luis, who was still patting his scorched hair.
Luis shot Natalia a wink. “Gracias, pequeña troublemaker. You made this party unforgettable.”
Jill gave Moria a firm, knowing look. “Don’t tell Barry.” Then she gave Natalia a softer smile. “Get some rest, kid.”
One by one, the house grew quieter as the guests filtered out. Moria slumped on the couch, drained. “Finally… peace.” She barely got the words out before her eyes fluttered shut. Natalia curled up beside her with Lottie clutched to her chest, already snoring softly.
You sat beside Leon, exhaustion finally catching up after the whirlwind of chaos. He gave you that smile again—the one that made your heart skip—and leaned in for one more kiss. It lingered, slow and warm, until your head tipped against his shoulder.
“Sleepy already?” he teased softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You mumbled something in reply, but your eyes were too heavy to open.
Leon gently lowered you onto the bed, pulling the blanket up around you. He grabbed a scrap of paper from Moria’s desk and scribbled a quick note in his neat handwriting.
He set it down on the nightstand, leaned over, and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
Leon descended the stairs to see Chris, Claire, and Piers waiting near the door. They all looked tired, ready to head out.
But Leon paused. On the couch, Moria and Natalia were curled up together, knocked out cold. He grabbed a folded blanket from the recliner and gently draped it over them. For a moment, he lingered—watching the small, peaceful scene of two sisters asleep after a long, wild night.
“Goodnight, troublemakers,” he murmured, before finally stepping out the door.
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The sunlight blazed through the thin curtains, right across Natalia’s face. She groaned, rolled over, then froze—her stomach really didn’t feel right. “Ughhhh… I think the brownies were trying to kill me…” she mumbled, clutching her tummy. But then her eyes widened.
“Moira! Moira, wake up!!” she squeaked, shaking her big sister like her life depended on it.
Moira groaned and flopped over dramatically. “Five more minutes…”
“Dad’s on his way home!!” Natalia shrieked.
Moira instantly sat up, her hair sticking out like she’d been electrocuted. She scrambled for her phone on the coffee table. Sure enough, there were fifty notifications : texts, party pictures, memes of Luis’s hair on fire. One even had a caption: “Best party of the year!”
Moira smirked proudly—then her phone buzzed.
Dad : On my way home. Traffic’s a nightmare. See you soon.
Moira’s smirk dropped. “…We are so dead.”
Natalia gasped, clutching her stuffed bear Lottie like a life preserver. “I don’t wanna get grounded!!”
Moira snapped back, “Well, duh! I don’t wanna get grounded either!!”
The two bolted up the stairs, in hopes of finding you. Inside, you’ve just woken up, the sunlight warm across your face. You blinked groggily, then noticed a folded note on the nightstand. Picking it up, your heart skipped— it’s Leon’s handwriting.
Your lips parted as you read:
Let’s hang out again soon, I’m glad you feel the same way.
(XXX-XXX-XXXX)
– Leon
Your cheeks burned red as you pressed the to your chest with a soft sigh, replaying every second of last night’s kiss—
BAM! Moira and Natalia burst in like SWAT.
“No time for lovesick daydreaming, Juliet!” Moira barked. “Dad’s almost here and this house looks like a zombie outbreak hit it!”
You sat up, startled. “W-What do we do!?”
Moira slapped on her “mission leader” face. “Here’s the plan. Natalia—you scrub yourself clean, double-shower, double-brush, use half a bottle of mouthwash. I don’t care if your tongue burns.”
Natalia gasped. “You’re trying to kill me!!”
“You’re on kitchen duty. Trash, dishes, hide any trace of brownies. And don’t forget the evidence baggie Luis left behind!”
“HE LEFT IT!?”
“Don’t question it!!” Moira snapped. “I’ll tackle the living room. GO, GO, GO!
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You grab three trash bags at once, frantically scooping red cups, half-eaten chips, and a suspicious mystery sock into them. You then shove the bags under the sink, then Natalia’s voice yells from the bathroom, “Moira! The soap smells weird!”
You mutter a response, “That’s shampoo, you dork!”
Natalia blasts the shower water so high it fogs up the whole hallway. She’s brushing her teeth with one hand, gargling mouthwash with the other, and holding Lottie the bear on the sink. “Don’t look at me like that, Lottie. I’m fighting for my LIFE!”
Moira is speed-vacuuming while trying to shove empty chip bags under couch cushions. She spots Quint’s shoe left behind, groans, and hurls it out the window.
Next, you open the fridge to hide leftovers… only for six Jell-O shots to wobble right onto the floor. “Oh no no no no!” You frantically wipe them with paper towels, then throw the sticky mess into the blender to destroy the evidence. The blender explodes purple sludge all over her shirt.
Natalia zooms past in a bathrobe with a toothbrush still hanging from her mouth, leaving a trail of water everywhere. “I’M CLEAN, I’M CLEAN!” she yells, slipping down the hallway.
Moira lights about ten candles in the living room, hoping to kill the weed smell while you scrub the last dish. Natalia stands proudly with minty-fresh breath, hugging Lottie.
Suddenly—Barry’s car horn blares outside.
The three girls freeze. Time slows.
“…Did we make it?” You whisper.
“…We’ll find out,” Moira mutters, biting her lip as Barry’s keys jingle at the door and yet somehow, somehow , when Barry’s boots finally step on the doormat… everything looks almost normal.
Barry scans the room suspiciously. The faint smell of burnt hair and weed lingers like ghosts, but the house itself? Clean. Almost too clean…
“Girls?” His voice is low, dangerous—dad mode fully activated.
Moira? She’s sprawled across the couch, remote in hand, pretending to be deeply invested in a late-morning cartoon.
You? Casually flipping through a manga like you didn’t just spend three hours sweating bullets.
Natalia? Sitting cross-legged on the floor hugging Lottie, her best I’m-innocent face locked in place.
Barry squints. “So… how did everything go while I was gone?”
Moira doesn’t even blink. “Yeah, it went good, right girls?”
You nod furiously. “Good! Totally fine!”
“Yup,” Natalia chirps. “Nothing happened. Just us being boring.”
Barry stares for a long, heavy moment. Then signs as he crossed his arms, looming in the living room. Moira sat up straighter, Natalia froze halfway through biting into a cookie, and you shut your manga with a snap.
Barry’s face was serious—too serious. “I need to talk to you all. Now.”
The three of you glanced at each other, wide-eyed. Oh no. He knew. He knew.
Moira swallowed, her voice a squeak. “W-What’s up, Dad?”
Barry sighed and rubbed his forehead. “The neighbors said they saw fireworks going off last night… dangerously close to the house. ”
Your stomach dropped. Natalia’s cookie crumbled in her hand. Moira looked like she was about to faint.
Barry leaned in, eyes sharp. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? Fire hazards! Property damage! What if one of you had gotten hurt?”
Moira stammered, “O-oh! Um… right, yeah. The fireworks.” She elbowed you hard in the ribs.
“Yeah!” you blurted out quickly, nodding. “We, uh, we just… saw them from down the block! Someone else was lighting them, so we stayed inside. Didn’t we, Nat?”
Natalia’s eyes darted nervously. “…Y-Yeah! We, um, didn’t wanna say anything because we thought you’d get mad that we stayed up so late watching.”
Barry’s stern face softened. He sighed again, shaking his head. “You girls should’ve just told me. You don’t have to hide stuff like that. I’m not gonna be mad if you watch fireworks. I just don’t want you near them, got it?”
The three of you nodded so hard your heads could’ve fallen off.
“Good.” Barry finally relaxed, walking off toward the kitchen. “Next time, just tell me the truth.”
The second he was out of earshot, all three of you collapsed back onto the couch, pale and sweating.
“Holy crap,” Moira whispered, clutching her chest. “I thought we were busted.”
Natalia giggled nervously, “We kinda were…”
Reader muttered under her breath, “Yeah, but for the wrong reason.”
Moira smirked, giving you a weak high five. “See? We’re professionals at this.”
Just as the tension finally eased, Barry’s voice boomed again from the kitchen. “Uh… girls?”
All three of you sat bolt upright.
Barry walked back in, holding something between his fingers. “Why is there… glitter in the microwave ?”
Moira froze, Natalia slapped her hands over her mouth to stifle a laugh and you nearly choked on air.
Barry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You know what? I don’t even wanna know.” He tossed the glitter onto the counter and muttered, “Teenagers…” as he disappeared down the hall.
The second he was gone, the three of you burst out laughing, collapsing against each other in relief.
Moira immediately grabs you by the shoulders, and grins. “Okay—spill. How’s everything with Leon?”
Your face heats up. You mumble the truth. “I confessed… and he… he feels the same. We kissed.”
Moira’s eyes practically explode. “NO. WAY.” She slaps your hand in a victorious high-five, nearly knocking the manga out of your lap. “Finally! Finally, you got your man! Oh my God, I’m so proud. You know what this means, right? We definitely gotta do another party. Bigger. Louder. Crazier.”
You groaned, smiling anyway. “Not unless we want to give your dad a heart attack.”
Moira chuckled, “It will be worth it, trust me!”