Commoner//Dreamnotfound Royalty AU (On Haitus)

15; Letter

"They've avoided each other for the rest of last night. Now what?"

"Give it time, Nick. Have you ever even seen a romance movie?" Drista snorts. "Y'know, avoiding each other, one of them asks why, they confess, it goes full circle."

Suddenly, a deep voice from the corner goes, "heh?!" and dashes off.

"Niki... What was that?"

Wilbur appears from the same corner. "Why is Techno running?.... Do I even wanna know?"

"....So he thinks he can just waltz into our conversation and ruin our plans?! No. I'm not having any of that. GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, TECHNO!"

"GO GO GO!!" Nick shouts.

Dear god. I swear we can't go a day without hell breaking loose. Might as well call Satan himself to join in on the fun.

"Are we meant to just follow them?"

I look at Wilbur and sigh. "I guess."

We both start walking after them. We round the corner just in time to see Techno throwing a book at Drista, which hits her square in the nose.

"OW— SON OF A—"

"NO TIME! BE HURT LATER!" Nick ushers.

Techno rounds another corner and they follow closely, until he suddenly makes a sharp right turn.

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"...GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE, TECHO!"

What.

"GO GO GO!"

Honestly, this stuff shouldn't surprise me anymore. Waking up to screaming, y'know, the usual.

I hop off the bed, careful enough not to wake Alex up, and go outside to see what the hell could possibly be happening this early in the morning.

I see Clay also going to see what happened. We haven't talked since... that happened. I'm not sure how to approach him, so I don't.

He slows his pace to walk with me. "Good morning."

"Morning." I mumble.

He falls silent, and I don't say anything about it. After a while, he says, "Who do you think was screaming this early in the morning?"

"I dunno," I reply, "maybe your sister or the kids."

We hear a thud, followed by a, "OW— SON OF A—"

We both look at each other and pick up our pace. We round the corner to see Techno sprinting towards us at full speed. He halts and looks behind him to make sure that there was no one.

"I don't have much time," he pants, "but they're plotting against you."

"Who's they?" Clay asks.

"You know who." He says, pushing past us and running again.

Nick comes around the corner. "DAMMIT, WHY IS HE SO FAST?!"