Who: Hunter & Ben. When: Sunday, January 6th. 1PM~ Where: Front porch of the Garret house. What: After discovering that Nona isn't hiding out with her lover boy, Hunter is kind of curious as to where she is hiding out. Warnings: Creep dad!
Hunter was more than a little hungover from the night before, but she was also a little more than concerned. Though most of the night was a colorful blur, she had a few bruises that she couldn't explain for example, the one thing that had stood out in her mind when she woke up was her conversation with Ian. Both because it had been before she really started drinking, and because it was so strange. It hadn't been the conversation she had been expecting to have. She had been going through a lot of her own things, her own losses, and she felt sort of bad that she hadn't wondered what was up with Nona sooner.
When Nona hadn't called her or answered a text since New Years eve, the older blonde had simply assumed that she was with Ian or something. Probably having some sweaty romp that Hunter would later pressure her to divulge the details of. Even when she hadn't seen Nona around the school, she still assumed she was with Ian somewhere. It made the most sense, though she had wondered how her friend was pulling the wool over her father's eyes with it. Ben was pretty on the ball with keeping his little girl in line.
Except Nona wasn't with him. He thought Nona was with her.
It didn't make any sense, really, and Ian seemed about as confused about it as she was, which didn't help. She had gone to Max's gig with the intention to have a good time and forget her troubles for a night, and she had gotten sloppily drunk and done just that, but now it was a new day, her head hurt like a bitch, and it was time to get back to the less savory parts of life. She had to get to the Nona business. If she wasn't with Ian, then chances were that she was at home. Where else would she be? If she were missing, her father probably would have called in the SWAT team already. She had to be home. Hunter was never one to beat around the bush, and that was why acting upon her hunch, she sauntered up the front steps of the Garret house on Sunday afternoon to find out.
If she was lucky, maybe Ben would still be gone to church or something. If not, she'd sweet talk her way in and see what the hell was going on once she got to talk to Nona alone. She'd never been a fan of her own little sister, spoiled brat that she was, and Nona had always sort of.. filled that gap. Hunter was three years older, but they had grown up together, and the two blondes had always been close. Hell, Nona had even made York parties tolerable when they were kids. Hunter looked out for her, in her own way. She'd get to the bottom of the problem.
With her sunglasses on, the sun was way too bright otherwise, Hunter rang the doorbell three times in quick succession before slouching her weight to one left and waiting. She only looked slightly disheveled.. she had skimped on the shower, but she had at least brushed out her hair and given herself a quick spritz of perfume in the truck. Totally daddy appropriate.