"I would never ditch you!" Mackenzie said quickly, whipping around to look at the taller girl. The thought had never crossed her mind, in fact, she was afraid of the other girl ditching her. "I...I was afraid you might ditch me," she admitted quietly, looking at the floor. "I...it's just hard to know what's going to happen. Things change and I don't want to lose you, or whatever."

She felt better when Hunter reassured her, her father had always talked as though both of them would go to school together. Mackenzie had always trusted her father's word, even if he always said he would visit and never did now. She knew that he wouldn't lie to them about something like that, he knew how close the two girl's were. He had always called them twins, because they practically were at this point. Why would her father lie to them both just to get their hopes up?

"I don't think he would lie about that," she said finally, nodding along to emphasize her point. "He would never lie to us about that."

It made her feel better just to say it out loud, and she stood up a little straighter, more confident now that she was assured of not losing her friend. "We should like, make a pact or something," she said smiling, getting excited about her idea. "Nothin' like, sappy or whatever, but something like, a secret club that's only us, you know?" She stood for a moment in thought, trying to remember all the different movies she had seen where people made a bond with one another forever.

"Like, blood brothers!" She said finally, a triumphant grin on her face. "Dad always said we were like twins, we're the only family we've got, right? We might as well make it official!"

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"Well, I ain't gunna ditch you neither! Yer just bein' stupid," Hunter scowled, crossing her arms over her chest and being careful of her injured thumb as she did so. Moving over to the small couch Mackenzie had abandoned in favor of the window, the taller blonde flopped down lazily and turned on her side to look closely at her friend as she spoke.

"Right, no way he'd tell a lie 'bout it.. wouldn't even be funny," she agreed quietly. There had definitely been times that Mack's dad had let them down in the past, especially since he had moved out, but she was definitely confident on this one. If Adam said they would go to Blue Ridge together, then they would go. She was sure that when the time came, everything would work out.

"Gunna be in Roanoke, right? Jus' like he said!"

Furrowing her eyebrows a bit at the suggestion of a pact, Hunter turned over on her back and stared up at the wooden ceiling. It didn't really match, stray boards nailed up to keep out leaks and cracks, and some posters taped up there as well. "This is a secret club, dipshit!" she informed Mack matter-of-factly. "That's why it's a secret club house?"

When Mack finally came out with the blood brothers idea, Hunter jolted up into more of a sitting position and less of a lounge. "Blood brothers? Like with.. real blood?" she asked, glancing down to her bandaid wrapped thumb. "Can't we jus' spit on our hands and rub it together, like the Simpsons?"

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Mackenzie frowned when Hunter told her she was being stupid, it had been a legitimate fear on the shorter girl's mind. Hunter was outgoing while Mackenzie was more reserved. The taller girl could easily make other friends if she wanted to, it wouldn't be hard for her to leave Mackenzie in the dust. Hunter's words once again reassured the blonde girl though, she felt better about school already.

"Of course we're gonna be in Roanoke!" She said enthusiastically, turning to Hunter and smiling excitedly. "We'll be roommates and everything! You can play your stupid quodpot and I'll play quidditch. It'll be great!"

Once again, the shorter girl scowled at her friend, "It ain't a secret club unless we make it one asshole!" She crossed her arms, still glaring at the other girl. It wasn't like they had ever officially called it a club, it was really more of a refuge for them. Club sounded like it meant that it was fun, and while they had good times in the club house, they had also had many bad times. "I know it's a club house, but what club are we huh? The lost boys?"

"What other kind of blood is there?" She asked rolling her eyes at Hunter, she smirked at the taller girl on the couch. For someone who was always so tough, she sure was worried about a little blood. "No, we can't just use spit! Blood is better, it's more official and stuff. Dad always told me that wizarding blood was special anyway, we could be like, brother's for real!"

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Hunter smiled right back at her best friend, nodding her head firmly as she looked up above herself again. "You betcha. Fuck all of them other houses, we're gunna be Roanoke for sure! We'll beat all them nerds and artsy kids and everybody else. Take the quodpot cup every year!"

Turning on her side to look more closely at Mack, she frowned a bit as she realized she had offended the other blonde a little bit. Club might have been the wrong word, that was true. They didn't use their tree house in the same way a lot of kids used their tree houses. For them, it really was a house, a home away from their real homes where they felt completely unwanted. The tree house was their house, where they made the rules despite being just kids, and where looked out for only themselves and each other. It definitely wasn't always fun, though it always had it's moments. She wouldn't trade it.

"Kay, guess it ain't officially no secret club," she muttered back, glaring right back at Mack. "Maybe I wanna be the lost boys. Or the orphan boys! We'll pretend our moms an' dads ran away and left us in the wild.. wouldn't that be real cool if they did? We could get raised by wolves, like the Jungle Book kid!"

Gulping a bit at Mack's further rant about blood though, the slightly taller girl shifted on the couch again. "I guess," she relented, eying her friend. "Ya gunna cut yourself then, huh? How else you gunna get any blood? You ain't scared?"

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