Everything in my life goes wrong. Everything. But, when I'm with my friends, I feel happy. They don't care if I mess up, they'll support me either way. I try to keep a happy face for them, but most of the time, when they're not by me, my face falls...
"You're hand is so cold," Corey says, not letting go.
"I know. I have no idea why though," I say, wiggling my hand until only our pinkies are locked together. If only there wasn't a ship of us, then this wouldn't be as risky.
-Corey's POV-
I pull her back and she waves to the interviewer, turning back and walking with me. Her hands are so fucking cold all of the time, but they feel warm in this weather. I say she has cold hands, and she agrees. She wiggles her hand and locks our pinkies together, making me smile.
Every time I felt bad about something I did to her, like say something at made her ghost me, she would always do this and, honestly, it melts all ice in my heart. And when I get stage fright in another country, she would do this and hug me, making my stage fright go almost away.
"Corey," Liz asks, her mask off and her makeup cleaned.
"Corey I know I'm pretty, but you don't have to stare," she says, making me laugh.
-Liz's POV-
-night-
"So now, we're going to Munich," Shawn says, me sitting in the lounge room and holding the cat plushie Bruce gave me. It's so soft, so I put my cheek on the cat's face and smile, smelling France.
"Wait, when did you get this," Sid asks, touching the cat plushie.
"France," I say, all of them getting it and me offering it to Sid. He takes it and melts when he feels its softness, doing the same thing I did.
"And how did the four behave," Joey asks.
"They did what they usually do. Shawn and Corey broke shit, mostly Shawn, Chris gave me a Christmas tree and I saved a swan from death," I say, putting the tree and swan on the table.
"And what did you say to me in your hand gestures," Corey asks.
"That's called ASL and I said 'You motherfucker, I almost choked'," I say, saying it in ASL as I say it.
"So you know ASL? You should teach Craig it so he can actually talk to us instead of you reading his mind," Sid says, getting sleepy.
"I don't read his mind, he uses blink morse code. I just understand what he's saying," I say, Joey picking up the swan and turning it upside down, examining it and setting it back where it was.
"And why the tree," Joey asks.
"Chris gave it to me in the interview. I don't know why, but he did," I say, remembering when he's going to get his zipper on his mask glued shut. He made the mistake of telling the interviewer to look at my shoes, and instead of my tip shoes they got a look at my hoof shoes.
I look at the time and bring my braid up and onto the table, me being in the middle of them. I take the hairtie out and Sid perks up, me letting him take the braid out. As he does so, Joey gets Sid's brush, sliding it to him across the table.
"I think if you two were secretly twins, you two wouldn't change," Shawn says, making both of us laugh.
"Well, I guess you're right," Sid says, my hair falling on his lap like a blanket. He starts brushing it and something falls out, making him stop and pick it up.
"How the- I don't know," he says, me extending my hand and him putting a shard of porcelain on the palm of my hand.
"Probably from the interview. Shawn was breaking a lot of porcelain the whole time and I guess some got stuck in my braid," I say, Sid putting more shards on the table.
"Do you take any hair suggestions," Joey asks.
"Absolutely. I myself am running out of ideas," I say, a devilish smile appearing on his face.
"You should try a 9 strand braid. Then put a sign at the top saying 'put coins in the braid' and see how many coins you get," he says. I think about it and nod slowly, deciding to try it tomorrow.
"You have a good idea," I say, Sid still picking shards out of my hair. By this, I think someone broke a teacup and put the shards in the braid.
"Why do you have a teacup handle in your hair," Sid asks, holding up a teacup handle. I turn to Corey and glare at him with a deadly glare, making him shrink in his seat.
"What did you do," I ask.
"It was Shawn! He broke a cup and kept putting shards in your hair when you weren't looking," Corey blurts out, earning a punch from Shawn.
"It was you! I wasn't sitting by her and you kept picking up shards and putting them in her braids," Shawn blames Corey, setting off a fight while I sigh and look back at Joey.
"Who was it really," Joey questions them.
"It might've been Chris," Corey says, making me remember when he would play with my braid.
"Yeah it probably was him. That explains why he was playing with my braid," I say, Sid picking more shards out.
"Whoever it was got at least a cup and a half in your hair," Sid says, checking my hair for more shards. He picks out some more and Corey sits back where he was, helping pick out shards and making another pile beside him. Shawn joins in and picks more shards out, Joey making a sad face.
"Come here," I say, beckoning him to come closer.
He slides to me and I turn him around, sitting on my knees and starting to braid his hair into two, like, upside down braids going into two mickey mouse ears. It only takes a few minutes for one, so I move onto the next one and feel Sid brushing my hair as I tie the other one.
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