You promised || DREAMNOTFOUND

QUINQUAGINTA SEPTEM

Everyone had ate, some more than others. but nothing the less there was food offered.

Ranboo kind of sat awkwardly at the table during breakfast, their eyes looking disgusted at the layered foods on the table, ranging from tommy's chicken nuggets to phil's literal steak to laura's fruit bowl.

After everyone was done, techno and i offered to pay but phil didn't hesitate to give them his card and ignore our chances.

"bloody hell" laura groaned as she stood up, techno assisting her from his seat.

"do you guys have any names picked out?" i asked out of curiosity as we all stood up

"well i picked the girl name, he picked the boy. since we don't know it's gonna be kind of a coin flip" laura held her stomach with her left hand, her right hand holding her purse.

"so? what are they" daryl approached us, obviously interested and had been ease dropping.

"ivory for a girl, fern for a boy" techno stared at laura's stomach as he spoke, imagining if the baby was just in her arms.

"those names are adorable" daryl smiled warmly, looking around as everyone inched out of the booth

the restaurant wasn't packed but it wasn't empty and with 20 people at one, again, Very big booth, they where staring.

everyone confidently walked out the frontdoor, phil practically leading us like dogs.

"okay clay and george, when you get back to the garage, you start and go. no waiting, you know where the port is. be there by 9:30 and we won't leave you" phil said while still facing forward, practically announcing it to everyone

i didn't say anything, i just parted off from the group. george followed as we got into the alleyways, jogging down the damp roads together, practically hand in hand.

we had 30 minutes until we had to be at the port, after all i am one of the assigned pilots.

Me and george jogged through the alleyway, water splashing up, the cool breeze pinching our faces like frost bite.

we took a corner and george almost ate shit into a puddle filled with who knows what

"oh shit" george screeched as he caught himself with one hand on the ground, his hand landing directly in the muck

i immediately lost it laughing, clutching my stomach and holding the near by dumpster not to fall over.

"ge- george" i couldn't even form a full sentence i was laughing so hard

george's yell must have caught someone's attention because i heard quick footsteps coming around the corner

the fact that it was only one person didn't scare me, so i didn't say anything and just kept laughing.

george shot back up, his hand dripping in a brown colored liquid that neither of us could name.

"fuck you" he was laughing as he shook his hand, rubbing the very little remaining onto his jacket.

i approached him again, barley holding back my laugh.

"i don't even want to know what was in there" he laughed and stared down at the puddle, him seeing chunks start to float to the top

"we need to go before i puke" he put his hand over his mouth and immediately looked back at me, trying to avoid any interaction with the puddle again

i smiled a bit and we turned, and started walking back to the cars, george not wanting to run because of what just happened.