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27 - Walk on the Concrete

Y/N POV

The best part about having goofy lovable people helping you survive in a country you know nothing about, is that they're goofy and loveable. The worst part is that at a point you start to feel bad for being another mouth to feed and a whole other person to take care of.

I sighed and shoved my face deep into one of the many pillows on Will's bed. It's about time I look for a job. "Y/n?" Will questioned. I looked up to see him leaning on the doorframe, staring at me with concern drawn on his face. I smiled at him. "Hi" I greeted him.

"Me and the other guys are going to the pub, you want to come?" he asked me. I thought for a second and considered my options. Stay at home all alone or go have fun with my friends at a bar... "Yeah, I'll come."

TIME SKIP

Mark, Joe, Wilbur, Ash, and I walked on the sidewalk. I fiddled with the silver butterfly ring Ash gave me about a week ago at the mall as I thought about what I want to do in life.

"What are you thinking about?" Joe asked me. I looked around to see the rest of the gang talking to each other and jokingly threatening each other. You got to love these guys. I looked back at Joe. "Uh, I've been thinking about stuff I want to do in life and what I should or shouldn't do in life" I told him.

"Okay...have you figured out a small little plan?" he asked me. "I know I want to get a job" I replied. "Why?" I raised an eyebrow, "Jesus, you're sounding like me with all these questions" I mumbled.

"Answer my question" he demanded, like a little toddler. "I just feel weird not helping out with food money or bills." "Did you help your mom with bills when you lived with her?" Joe asked me. "No, but I did have things to do around the house that I could help out with. But here...you can only fold blankets so many times" I explained.

He laughed and nodded, "I get that. But don't you know that you already have a very important job?" he asked me. I was a little taken back, "What job is that?" I asked him. "The doctor" he said, as if it was obvious.

I smiled and shook my head, "That was one time" I told him. "No. Will told me about you trying to treat his wounds from the fight" Joe explained.

The emotions from that night flooded over me. "Oh. How much do you know about that night?" I asked him. "Enough to know you got Wilbur to cry in front of you." I looked behind me to see Wilbur laughing at something Mark said.

I looked back in front of me. "I don't think he ever shows any emotion other than happiness or anger in front of someone" Joe told me.

"This is so weird" I said, shaking my head, as if all my flying thoughts would disappear if I did. "How is it weird?" he asked me. "I don't know. I mean, Mari-my old friend back in America, only cried in front of me maybe twice and both times was from sad movies and I was crying too.

"I'm glad he feels safe enough with me to cry in front of me I really am but, I'm just not quite used to it. It's like when we-" "I get it. I guess I'm asking is it a good weird or a scary weird?" "It was an amazing weird. The greatest weird I think I've ever experienced" I replied.

Joe smiled and nudged me with his elbow, I did the same thing back. Our playful nudges turned into shoves and that turned into Will pulling me away from WWE body slamming Joe on the pavement.

We got to the bar without any casualties in case you were wondering. Now, it's time to survive a night at the bar with Mark, Joe, Wilbur, and Ash. Lord help me.