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VIBING WITH A MENTAL ILLNESS
After your small mental breakdown infront of your friend was over you thought the universe was done messing with you. You thought just once you could catch a break.
How naive you were.
It was dark so you assumed that no one would be at the bank except for the staff and possibly a couple of people.
You never imagined you would be leading your friends into an armed robbery.
Not in a million years did you think this would happen to you.
"Shit!" You cursed as you entered the door. Your attention was caught between the two boys who had refused to let go of your hands when you were to go inside the bank.
Your voice caught their attention and they looked to where (or who) you were watching. Langa started backing away in hopes to get away but the masked man only cocked his gun and aimed it at the boy. He instantly froze and put his hands up in fear.
Shit shit shit shit shit
"Hey!" The robber called. Your eyes widened at his voice. And this guy is Quebecois?!
Small note: Quebecers are not known for accepting foreigners. And they can immediately tell who isn't from Quebec based on what language they speak. If you don't speak French and you're visiting Quebec, you're in trouble.
So, having two people right next to you that couldn't speak a word of it made this situation a little difficult.
"You! Blue kid! You a guy or a girl?" His accent was certainly Quebecois. It was heavy and thick, something you could recognize from years of hearing ones exactly like it.
"He's a guy." You responded knowing Langa wouldn't know what the hell to say. "Why?" You took a couple of steps forward so that the man's attention was more focused on you.
A long and low laugh escaped his lips. "And you two are guys, huh?" He asked and you nodded once more. His aim went back to Langa and you immediately put yourself in the way.
"Woah, Woah, Woah!" You exclaimed, shoving your hands infront of you.
Reki was going to come up next to you but you turned your head slightly, mouthing in Japanese to stop.
"I have a question before you decide to shoot." You took out your phone from your pocket and hid it behind your back for your friends to see. Mom, I know I don't text you often but I'm hoping that you'll see this.
As you texted with one hand your other was raised infront of you. "Are you...
Super straight?"
"...that's your question?" He asked and you mouthed a small yes. "Of course I am-"
