𝒜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 // 𝒮𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒢𝑒𝓃 𝟥

𝒯𝑒𝓃

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I sat down across from Rich at a cafe, I stared him down as he avoided my stare. "You broke into our college principal's house, wore his clothes, and started living there?!" I questioned him as I attempted to put the pieces together about the situation.

"Alo started it..." He grumbled; as if I was his mum scolding him.

"Rich..." My voice trailed off, "Why haven't you rung me?"

He finally looked up at him, "What?" He asked.

"I have been going mental because my best friend has been in a coma for four fucking weeks. And nobody could have got off their arse to ring me and let me know she's awake and left the country?"

"I figured Mini would tell you."

I scoffed, "Wait- wait, Mini knows? And she can't pick up her cell?"

Rich shrugged awkwardly, "Maybe her mouth's too full."

"Huh?"

"Nothing..."

I leaned back in the booth, putting my hands up to my face, "Ever since fucking Morocco, everything has gone fucking mental! My boyfriend ran off, Grace is in a different country! Jesus," I let out a sigh, "Can't we take her dad to court, something like that?"

"Don't think it works like that, Vi."

"Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you? I thought you were metal?"

He shrugged; it was obvious he was drained of any sort of emotion, "I thought I was too."

I started growing more frustration, "God, you're not the only one who is missing her! I miss her too. What the fuck is happening to us all? Where are my friends!?"

Rich noticed I was crying before I did, he fixed his poster, "Uh, I'll get you some biscuits," He said before he raised his hands, "Oi, mate! Can we get some biscuits here, please?"

After we got the biscuits, we went outside and sat on some stairs, I finished my last biscuit, "I do feel better now," I commented, then I looked over to Rich, "You said you would meet her in Paris, right?" I questioned him as I wiped the corners of my mouth.

Rich started to nod, "I didn't get the chance to figure our where to meet," He sighed softly, "Her dad came in."

"Ring the stupid clinic again."

"Won't talk to us."

I let out a huff of air, "Well... How hard is it to find someone in Paris?"

Rich let out a small chuckle, "In all of Paris? Pretty hard."

"Not sounding metal again, Rich."

Before I could get any other word out, Franky approached us, "Violet," She said as she got near.

I looked up at her, "Ah, there she is, hi, Franks."