The 2am Club · Y/n story by @LanaVance

The van’s engine ticked as it cooled, a faint hiss rising from the asphalt. June in Willowcreek—no, in the city, now—was humid and thick, the air smelling like hot pavement and exhaust from the highway they’d just left behind. The house loomed ahead, three stories of brick and white trim, a porch swing swaying slightly in the breeze, and a mailbox that still had someone else’s name on it.

Kacy Adams

throws the side door open before the van’s even fully parked WE LIVE HERE!

She tumbled out, sneakers hitting the gravel with a crunch, arms spread wide as she spun in a slow circle, taking it all in. Her voice echoed down the quiet street, loud enough to scare a bird from a nearby tree.

Damon Rivera

leaning out the window Yeah, and the neighbors already hate us. Nice work, Adams.

Kacy Adams

They’ll get over it!

Bri Adams

steps out more quietly, a soft smile tugging her lips The windows are huge. We’re gonna need curtains.

Matt Donavan

shoulder-checks Damon as they both scramble out the other side Curtains? We need a stage in the living room. First order of business.

Damon Rivera

stumbling, catching himself on the porch railing Second order: not dying before we get inside. Watch your step, Donavan.

Matt Donavan

already halfway up the steps, grinning You watch yours, old man.

Their voices bounced off the brick, swallowed by the open sky. The front door was painted a dark blue, weathered but solid, a brass knocker shaped like a lion’s head staring back at them.

Kacy Adams

grabs Lana’s arm, eyes wide, voice dropping to something almost reverent Lana… this is really happening.