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“Yeah, I knew you were doing one of your horror things. That’s why I was waiting until later to bake… I’m not big on all that scary stuff,” she said with a shrug. Or as much of a shrug as she could manage. “I guess it’d be kind of hard to save something web based when there’s a power outage.” Odessa loosened her grip on her legs so she wasn’t so folded up in on herself so completely, so she didn’t look as scared as she felt. “So can you reschedule or was this a time sensitive thing?”

“We pushed it back to tomorrow, but it sucks because none of us like disappointing the listeners.” Lennon replied, looking at her flame. It twisted her stomach to know that they were missing that stream, even though it was something that was so far out of anyone’s control. She had based her YouTube content on being extremely high quality (even for her more vloggy videos) and a consistent upload schedule (to the point of losing sleep more often than not) and that work was paying off: she was almost at a million subscribers. And while Scream Street isn’t the same thing, it’s not her baby the same way and the episode at least made it up on time, she hated that people were going to be upset. Even if the next day’s stream ended up being one of their best. It also didn’t help that she felt like she was kind of baby sitting her (technically older) stepsister she wasn’t even sure she wanted.

Shaking the thoughts off, she looked at Odessa “If you don’t like horror or anything scary, what do you like?” Truthfully, Lennon didn’t care that much (or at all really), but at least keeping up the ruse of conversation was better than just sitting in silence with the blonde.

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Ode’s immediate reaction was to deny, as though admitting the obvious would leave her vulnerable, but the fact that she’d compacted herself into ball made it obvious how she was feeling. “I don’t like the dark,” she admitted, her phone chiming softly again as she spoke. Carefully she reached for it, taking a moment to reply to both her mother (letting her know she and Shane would be upstairs soon) and Liam (texting about secret psych), before looking back at Lennon. “Mom said they’re coming upstairs soon,” she said, withdrawing her arm (phone in hand) into the cocoon of the protective ball she’d folded herself into. “I was going to do some baking for secret psych, but that’s not doable. Which is okay because I got some locker decorations done and I think they look nice,” Ode babbled. “Did you want to come in? You can if you want to, obviously.”

Lennon listened to Odessa babble, trying to keep up with everything, catching something about secret psych (whatever that was). What she really wanted to be doing in the moment was the Scream Street after show, but that was on hold until at least tomorrow. The second best option would be to go back to her room, light some more candles, and listen to music or read. It wasn’t like she could even work on editing her newest video that was supposed to go up soon. Well, technically she could, but her laptop battery had been low, so she had plugged it into the charger for the livestream, but it wasn’t charged enough to last long enough to get any real editing work done. Exhaling a breath, she took a couple of hesitant steps into Odessa’s room, still holding the candle. “Sucks about baking. My stream for Scream Street got canceled, too. Not even Liam could save us.”

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She couldn’t remember what exactly which one of Lennon’s spooky ventures was going to be the focus that evening, only that they were all horror related and she didn’t want to risk hearing anything. So, instead of baking snickerdoodles for her secret psych, Odessa was hunkered down on her bed, wearing the noise cancelling headphones her dad had given her that last time she’d gone out to visit him, and making decorations for Link Redding’s (said secret psych) locker while listening to This Is Love. She was in the middle crimping streamers, Phoebe Judge’s soothing voice intoning in her ear, when her bedroom was plunged into darkness and Ode froze.

It was a joke. It was Lennon playing some sort of spooky scary joke on her and any second now she’d burst into Ode’s room… except that wasn’t the kind of YouTube channel her step-sister had and, as far as she could tell, wasn’t that kind of person. Pausing the podcast, Ode pushed the headphones off and used the light of her phone to reach for the flashlight on her nightstand, switching it on to illuminate the room. Her phone chimed, alerting that she had a text message, and she ignored it, drawing her knees up to her chest in an attempt to be as small as possible. Such was her focus that she didn’t hear her bedroom door open, only realizing someone was there when she heard Lennon’s voice. “Yeah. Yes, I’m fine, thank you. Thank you for asking. How are you?”

The first thing she noticed was the bright light illuminating from the blonde’s flashlight. It put her candle to shame, but Lennon didn’t care much. She wasn’t afraid of the dark or things that went bump in the night. She believed in a lot of the occult, creepy things, but they didn’t scare her. In a weird way, they comforted her. They were something that were always with her, even in a life that always moved. Horror, both real and imagined, was always a safe haven. Hell, when she was feeling stressed about anything, she could pop in something horror related and channel the emotions into that and feel better. It was part of why she started her YouTube channel in the first place. It was a place to talk about and visit places and things she loved. The second thing she noticed was that Odessa was curled into a ball on her bed. Suppressing an eyeroll, Lennon more fully opened the door, revealing the rest of her body, cocking her head at the girl.

“You look scared shitless.” She commented. It wasn’t the nicest thing she could’ve said, but she and Odessa weren’t exactly ‘nice’ to each other. She supposed it was unfortunate, to have a stepsister only a few months older than you and not have enough in common with them to have any kind of lasting bond. Still, she knew her dad would be pissed if she didn’t at least try to help the girl. “It’s probably just an outage from the storm; it hit the college town too. It probably won’t take long to get back up.” Lennon didn’t know if that was true, and the storm had been raging literally all day, but it couldn’t hurt to say, right?

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This was a disaster. Lennon usually tried to stop melodramatic thoughts like that from entering her head (or liked to pretend she did at least), but it was al she could think as all the lights in her room (and presumably the apartment) went out. Normally, she would love any excuse to light some candles, read by the glow, and listen to the storm raging outside. But tonight wasn’t every night. It was Friday, the night Scream Street and it’s live after show went up. The group had been texting all day, as it was storming there and in the college town about an hour away where most of the rest of the cast and crew lived. Luckily, Liam (tech guy and editor extraordinaire) got the actual podcast episode out on time, but the after show livestream was about to start soon -or was supposed to- but if the group chat was any indication, they were all out of power. It sucked.

“Well, shit. Sorry guys.” Becca, Head Writer and one half of the Dynamic Duo behind Scream Street sent the group. “I think we’re gonna have to take the L on this one. We’ll do an extra special liveshow for the Screamers tomorrow.” Lennon’s heart plummeted. Fridays were legitimately one of her favorite nights of the week because of this, and it sucked to have it ripped away. On top of disappointing the fans, even if they could hopefully do a make up stream tomorrow. “I’ll make the official tweet.” Jess, the artist, social media manager, and other half of the Dynamic Duo (and Becca’s girlfriend) texted. “I’ll retweet it. And tweet myself, just in case.” Lennon finally added, still feeling the disappointment she knew everyone else was too. The conversation fizzled out and Lennon pulled up her twitter app, retweeted ScreamStreet’s tweet and tweeted from her own handle, notyourfinalgirl. In the middle of all of that, her dad texted her, asking if she was okay and that he’d be up from the diner as soon as he could and to please check on Odessa.

Lennon stood, walking to her dresser and lighting one of her tall pillar candles. She lifted it, using the soft glow to light her way from her room to Odessa’s door. She used the walk to brace herself for what she’d find. It wasn’t exactly a secret that she and Odessa didn’t exactly get along, and she was already upset and disappointed about the livestream getting canceled. When she was outside her stepsister’s door, she took a deep breath and knocked using the hand that wasn’t holding her candle, waiting a second before cracking it open, the candle lighting her face. “Hey, Dad wanted me to make sure you’re okay since the power’s out. He’s handling stuff in the diner since they closed early because of the weather. But are you good?”