They were walking around the city when Rio froze, staring at an apartment building. "I'll be right back." He said and walked towards it. The others exchanged a look and followed him. They walked in and found Rio talking to a man in Portuguese. The man shook his head and handed Rio a newspaper article. Rio put it into his pocket and walked back over to the group. "Obrigado!" He called over his shoulder. He walked straight outside, with the rest of them scrambling to follow him. "Rio, are you okay?" Monty asked. He ignored them. "Rio-" She placed a hand on his shoulder. He jerked away. "I'm fine." He snapped. Mother and Monty exchanged a worried look.
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Later that night, Paris woke to a noise. He looked over at Rio who was reading the newspaper article. "Mama." He mumbled. "Rio?" Paris asked groggily. Rio whipped around to look at him. "I'mfinenothingtoworryaboutI'lljust..."Rio bolted for the bathroom. Paris stood and picked up the article. He breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was in English and wouldn't have to get out the English to Portuguese translator he had to use when Rio was excited. Or angry. Or stressed. He spoke Portuguese a lot.
Dang. I am, like, really bad at this. It is 205 words, and I stopped at least seven times to watch YouTube. BTW I'm a horrible person who likes hurting my favorite characters, so there will be referenced child abuse, drunk driving, and non-graphic death. Yeah. My poor favorite characters. I got a Wattpad account. Oh, by the way my pronouns are She/They in case you were wondering. Disclaimer!!!!!!!!!!! All characters belong to James Ponti. I only own the plot (for now). Yeah. Comment. I'm bored of seeing the seven views for this thing and not a single comment. It's not that hard people! Dang. If only I could write the actual story like this. And yeah, thanks to those seven people.
Peace Out~matildathepromsix
