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Second Floor Common Room; Sunday Morning

Leo was wide awake after radio and he wasn't comfortable enough to spend all his time stalking Fixer-Uppers yet, so he decided to check out the common room on his floor. It seemed nice, not as high-tech as cabin nine, but it had a TV and food so he really couldn't find much to complain about.

He put the TV onto ESPN and idly listened to the anchors talking about the playoff games today while making himself breakfast. Southwestern omelets. The actual, good, Southwestern kind. Not that crap rolled up into a burrito that you got at McDonalds for two bucks.

[The common room is open, yes]

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"Thanks," Jake accepted the plate cheerfully and plopped down in an empty seat, instantly digging right in. "So where are you from that it's weird too?"

"Right now it's a camp outside New York City, but it used to be Houston," Leo said, taking a sip of his milk. "But the weird follows me wherever I go because being a weirdo is in my blood or something."

Jake snorted. "That one I understand," he said. "Honestly, most people here do."

"I've noticed," he said, shaking his head. "It's kind of weird though, you know? Like, you keep quiet about how weird you are most of the time and then you come here and--bam--everybody seems to have a weirdo story bigger than yours."

Jake nodded. "Yeah, it takes some getting used it. I'm not sure I am used to it yet," he said. "It's kind of nice, though. Not keeping secrets."

"Oh, man, I couldn't keep a secret here if I wanted to," Leo said. "I have, like, eight hundred family members here and one of them is from so far in the future that he knows more about me than I do."

"So much for privacy," Jake remarked in between bites. "There's one person around from my world, but we don't exactly talk."

"Are you dealing with the weird timeline thing too?" Leo asked. "I could handle having my cousins around if it weren't for the weird timelines. Hard to keep everything straight."

"I don't know where she's from," he admitted. "I honestly don't want to know, we're not actually friends. I'm from about five years in the past, but I don't have to deal with having one of my sisters around here being younger so it's not as bad as what you've been going through."

"I'm sure I'll get used to it eventually," Leo said, remaining optimistic as always. "I just gotta make sure I don't give anything away to the two of them that are from my past. I needed a lesson in keeping my mouth shut, anyway."

"That's got to be hard. I'm not sure I could do it if there was anything bad involved," he mused. He finished off the rest of his plate and reached for his glass. "That was good, thanks. You're not a shabby cook."

"Thanks. Picked it up from my mom," Leo said. "Comes in handy. I figured out you can win people's hearts through their stomachs from a very young age."

Jake laughed and stretched before he slumped back in his chair. "Works with me. So what are you going to do with my heart now? Are you planning on breaking it by cooking for the next stranger who walks in?"

Leo laughed. "I think I can juggle cooking for multiple people without breaking anybody's heart. Just have to keep the quality same for everybody and not give anybody extra bacon. Can't play favorites like that."

"I wouldn't get extra bacon?" Jake sighed, possibly even pouted. It was about bacon, after all. "Sounds like you're planning to build up a harem here."

"Ain't nothing wrong with that," he said, chuckling. "I've been to a few, ah, correctional schools in my day and if you didn't make friends quick you'd get your ass kicked."

He paused for a moment. "Not that I think that would happen here. Just force of habit."

"I don't know. Plenty of people around here who can kick your ass," Jake pointed out.

"Oh I have no doubt about that." Jacob alone looked like he could crush Leo with one hand. "But you guys are much nicer and seem like you shower more than the people from my old schools."

"Personal hygiene's important," Jake agreed, liking people who didn't stink. "So did the correctional schools decide that you're a hopeless case and send you this way? Or was it that camp you mentioned?"

"The camp," Leo answered. "It's for members of my family since there's a lot of us, but they encourage us to live normal lives during the school year. Which just shows you that they didn't do their research on this school because, wow, so not normal."

"No, I don't think they did," Jake agreed with a snicker. "I think this place not being normal was actually a bit of a relief for my family." If one didn't count the leeches.

"I think it's easier to get comfortable when you're around people that also understand weird," Leo said. "Part of my trouble with other schools was that nobody understood why I did the stuff I did."

He didn't actually understand all of it until recently.

"That makes sense," he nodded. "I got lucky, I had people around who knew exactly what I was going through."

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