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[nota_ricequeen]

Who: Lucas Ransom and Zach Bosch
Where: Luke's room
When: Day 47
What: Luke has figured out that Something’s not right with the timeline, and Zach knows more then he does at this moment.

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[nota_ricequeen]

Luke only had to hear the footsepts and the beginning of his name before he was off his bed, and swinging open the door, staring down the brunette that he had called over. He opened the door, and walked back into the room, ushering the boy to shut the door before he even began talking.

"Okay..." He was nervouse, almost fidgity and weary as all hell. "You.. you start talking. There's no way in hell that you could know about WHIV unless you had been there longer then me. Which mean's you're not sixteen anymore are you? And if you not sixteen, then you know what the fuck happened in New Orleans after I got transported back here, and don't you dear say you have no clue. I know the gossiping whores you fuck around with, so you heard somthing."

Of course he was pasing this entier time, and his hands were shaking as he pulled drag after drag off his cigarette. He wasn't wasting any time, this was going to be a long night.

[nota_ricequeen]

Okay, well that made perfect sense, except the last time Luke checked the date it was nineteen ninety, which was three years before the Zach that was standing in front of him. When he wouldn't give up answers Luke knew he was lying.

"Then you tell me everything you heard." It was far from a request. He had to know. He needed to know what happened to him, to Tran; to see if it really was worth holding out in the god forsaken place in the effort to see Tran again.

He knew that Zach didn't follow up on his fucks, hell Tran had sad he had given him the cold shoulder the next time he saw him. Zach had pretended he didn't know who the fuck he was after all. This boy knew something, and with Tran as popular as he was, he was bound to know what happened to him.