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If i am bipolar- I sure as shit prefer mania over depression.
"Yo Fez. So you know how in every '90S thriller, right, Morgan Freeman plays, like, the same semi-psychic black cop." Rue spoke quickly, standing at the doorway of Fez's grandmas bedroom. Annabelle was inside with Fez, organising her pills into alphabetical order.
"Yeah."
"I know that's kind of racist," Rue spoke, still not having noticed Annabelle, who was snickering to herself. "But the point is, in every movie, he's always calmly putting the fucking pieces of the case together, while everybody around him is fucking freaking out, saying, 'you don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Morgan.' 'You're a fucking bad husband,' 'You should fucking retire.' But no. Morgan is so fucking hyper-focused, because he can see beyond the little details. He's looking for the bigger fuckin' picture."
The whole time Annabelle had been listening, she hadn't really heard Rue take a breath, which made her laugh to herself even more.
"Because all of this shit? It's connected, Fez. And it is way bigger than any of us can even fucking see. The point is, that's me." Rue explained, pointing to herself. "Right now, that is fucking me."
Fez continued to wash down his grandma, barely watching the manic girl in front of him.
"I can see everything so fucking clearly. I know what happened, i know why it happened and I know what the fuck I'm gonna do about it."
Fez finally looked up at the girl, who had been watching him intently. "Word."
"Word."
"She can't hear me, right?" Rue asked, pointing to Fez's grandma. He shook his head.
"She can't see you, either."
Rue came walking into the room, "Okay good, cause this is like, some real top secret shit." She explained. As she was about to sit down, she spotted Annabelle, who stood with a smile on her face. "Cash."
"Hey Rue."
"Trust me Rue, she not gon' gossip."
Rue sighed, before turning to Annabelle who held her hands up defensively.
"Secrets are safe with me Rue, I don't gossip either."
"Okay." She said, pausing before turning back to Fez. Rue clapped her hands together. "Do you still have that gun?"
