Hey y'all! I'm not dead! Sorry it took me so long to update- my parents almost found my Wattpad account. That wouldn't have been great, so I took a month-long hiatus, but I'M BACK!!! This chapter is a bit longer than usual, as to make up for like 4 chapters I didn't write, but yeah! I'm glad to be back, and I hope you enjoy this part! Please vote if you enjoy, and please comment! It's so much fun to read what y'all think of me, and my stories! Love y'all, and here's the chapter!
- Taylor
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Meanwhile, on a highway somewhere in Maryland:
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"Are we there yet?" Ron asked, causing John to have to hold back laughter. Apparently even in the 90s in England, kids were impatient as hell. Sorry, bloody hell. Robert didn't hold it back though, and burst out laughing, an adorable smile shining on his face.
"Stop, John. He's probably straight. Get your head out of the clouds. He's way out of your league." He muttered to himself.
"What was that?" Cynthia asked, smirking, having obviously heard the whisper.
"Nothing." John looked away, causing the woman to raise an eyebrow, a skill she had mastered a long time ago.
"We need to get those two together." Lauren whispered to Taylor, causing the teen to nod vigorously, and smirk.
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John was still staring at Robert when they stopped at a rest-stop an hour later. His blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, his dark hair blowing in the wind, but not long enough to obstruct John's vision of that perfect face. When they parked, Curt had needed to actually shake John to get him to come with them to Chipotle for lunch. They uncuffed the breachers, as to not draw any suspicion, but said group was warned that if there was any funny business, any at all, they would be sorry.
"There are 30 minutes left in our drive, so we're taking a lunch break, because knowing Harry, as soon as we get there, she'll be all business, and we won't have time for a bite, or any chit-chat." Owen was explaining to Jemilla, who was confused on why the group wasn't just finishing the drive. Zazzalil, on the other hand, was really fucking excited for food. Namely, future food.
"Oh, okay. That makes sense." She responded, before sprinting off to stop her wife from eating way too much.
"Uh, excuse me, sir? Um, which restaurant are we going to?" Taylor shyly asked the British teen.
"Oh, Chipotle." He answered. The child immediately let out a huge sigh of relief. "Why?" Owen wanted to learn as much as he could about all of the breachers, but especially this one, since they seemed less, well, connected to the others.
"I, uh, I-I have a food allergy, sir. To, um, eggs. If I eat it I could die." They responded. A man who was passing nodded at the two, commenting in a gravelly voice.
"That sucks. I'm allergic to peanuts and shellfish. My frie- sorry, no, my butler," He looked pointedly at a man in a suit next to him, carrying all his stuff, "has to make all my food allergy friendly. Right Alfred?"
"Why, yes, Master Bruce." The suit-clad man responded in an English accent, slightly sad about being not called the man's friend.
"Well c'mon, Al. I need to get to Dick's house before it's too late. This is the first party I've been invited to since a boy in my kindergarten class's birthday party. And Clark is going to be there with some of the League. Apparently they're tight." With that, the two men left.
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