―❝ They say you gotta take the good with the bad. I'll take it all as long as I have you.❞
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―❝ althea crosby and andre harris are best friends and have been since they were little. people often mistake them as a couple because of how close they ar...
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Althea was walking in the hallway with Andrè and Cat one day when she noticed Tori struggling with putting a French horn into her locker. She raised her eyebrow, sharing a look with Andrè before they walked over to her.
"Tori." Andrè greeted with a smile.
"What's up?" Cat asked.
"Need some help?" Althea signed as Cat translated it for Tori. She had been teaching Tori the basics and she was slowly getting the hang of it, but Tori still didn't know much sign language though she was trying her best and that's all that mattered to Althea.
"I'm having a horn problem." Tori frowns. "Why do I have to play an instrument anyway?" She complained.
"Everyone at Hollywood Arts has to play an instrument." Cat explained.
"Okay, well, I sing." Tori shrugs. "My throat is my instrument. I'm a throat player."
"Weird." Althea signed, cringing slightly while Andrè nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, that is weird." He agrees and Tori frowns at them. "Doesn't count." He told Tori.
"And Aly is right, it's weird. Also sounds kinda gross." Cat added.
"Why did you pick the French horn?" Andrè asked curiously.
"I don't know, I like French fries, French toast..." Tori admitted.
Cat gasps. "One time when I was eating French toast at a restaurant, I started laughing and then I started choking. So the lady who ran the restaurant made me leave." She confesses as the other three teens stare at her weirdly. Althea had gotten used to hearing weird and crazy stories from Cat and she never knew if they were real or not, but she learned not to question it. "So let's hear your horn!" Cat suggested.
"Yeah, play that funky music, white girl." Andrè grinned. Althea chuckled and rolled her eyes at him.
Tori raises her eyebrow. "You know I'm half Latina."
