Justin POV The rain still hasn’t stopped by the time we pull up in front of the quaint looking townhouse near Liberty. It’s been four and a half months since I’ve set foot in this house, hell if I know what to expect. A sigh passes my lips before I take a deep breath and climb out the car, slamming the door behind me before taking my bag from the driver. Blue eyes glance up at the house before I nervously remove my sunglasses, moving up the path; through the gate and onto the porch. I’ve barely raised my hand to knock when it flies open and Brian exits in a rage, all but sending me flying sideways into the hedge as he screams back over his shoulder at…whoever it is he’s yelling at. I stare at the scene unfolding in front of me, a look of something which could only be classed as a cross between amusement and fright on my face. Michael is at the front door now, his face beet red as he yells at Brian for being a ‘heartless bastard who won’t do anything to make anyone else happy’; Brian’s now at the gate, clutching the wooden post so tight his knuckles are turning white as he retorts with a ‘I tried to make him happy’ before stalking towards this supposed best friend and I get the awful feeling he might give him the old one two. Emmett’s hand’s on Michael’s forearm and Ted looks slightly shell-shocked at the argument. Debbie’s head’s moving to and fro in a way that reminds me of a game of tennis whereas Vic has chosen to ignore it all and scratch his head instead. It’s only when Emmett casually slings in that ‘Brian was trying to change for that blond’ that I realise they’re having World War III over little old me. Wearily, I trace a finger over the relatively new scar over my right eyebrow and sigh. “Ummm hello! I am standing right here you know?” Judging by the looks on their faces, it’s safe to assume that no, they didn’t know I was here. Rolling my eyes, I dare to sneak a glance at Brian who is staring at me in the same way he did in Woody’s the night after I woke up from my coma. The ‘I-don’t-know-what-to-do-cause-I‘m-a-heartless-bastard-and-this-is-all-my-fault. Should-I-stay-or-should-I-run’ look. Michael’s mouth is moving slowly but no words are escaping, he reminds me of a fish; eyes so wide I‘m half expecting them to like, pop out any second. Emmett looks faint and Ted sniffs and offers me an awkward smile. “Been there long?” Trust Ted to start off the Spanish Inquisition from Debbie and Emmett. “Sunshine!” “Is that really you?” “Come and hug me!” “Baby, I missed you!” “You little asshole!” “Any hot guys?” “Where the FUCK have you been!?” Aha, I was wondering when that would be asked. I dropped my gaze and shuffled my right foot over the wooden slats underfoot nervously, chewing on my lips before looking back up and shrugging. “Las Vegas…” Ted nods knowingly and I should bloody well think so. He was, after all, the one who kept an eye on my spending when I was out there; he found a decent apartment for me to bunk in. Granted I was sharing with Cynthia’s little cousin Greg. Emmett shrieks in happiness as he clasps his hands together, “Las Vegas, how exciting!” Yes Emmett, cause it’s thrilling to look at corpses. Debbie smacks me upside the head, a grumble escaping my lips as I glower at her. That’s one thing I haven’t missed. Everyone watches me as I find myself turning towards Brian who’d been unnaturally quiet. It was starting to scare me. He opens his mouth to say something when my cell starts to vibrate in my pocket, drawing everyone’s attention. “Taylor” “Justin, it’s Horvath. We have a body…” Ah…no rest for the wicked.