(A/N The skirt in this chapter is the one pictured above.)
"What?" Max asked, putting his phone down.
"Can you distract Norris?"
"But I was doing something," Max whined.
"What's so important that you can't help me," Pierre pouted and max felt a strange kick in his chest
"I'm going, but don't blame me, if our cars aren't good this year." Max said. He left the room and shut the door. Pierre quickly put down his bag, and pulled out a contact case, a long wig, and a pink and blue Skirt. once He was changed, He braided the front of the wig, and texted Max.
"Good?"
"Good," Max replied.
Piarre looked in the mirror one last time before heading back to his room. Oscar was still sitting on the floor when he returned. Pierie shut the door and walked over to him.
"Sorry about that.' Pierre said, pitching his vocals up.
"That's-" Oscar started looking up at Pierre. then he lost his train of thought when he saw Pierre.
"Sorry. I think there's
been a mistake Miss."
"You're Oscar, no?"Pierre said.
"I am, but-" He stopped himself trying not to sound stupid.
"That means I've finally meant the whole grid." The Frenchmen laughed. "I'm Petra Gasly." He sat on the bed and smoothed out the skirt.
"Nice to meet you."Oscar said, forcing a smile.
"Its play a game," Petra
Said. Oscar looked at her like she had lost her mind. They had only just met and she was this hyper. He also was wondering where Pierre was and how he had planned this. As if reading his mind, Petra said "I promise this will all make sense in the end, please just play this game."
"What kinda game?
"We can either play No Filter or Trauma for Trauma." She offered.
"explain" oscar wasn't sure he wanted to play either.
"T for T, is pretty self explanatory. I tell you about Pierre's trauma and you tell me yours. No Filter, I give you a topic and you just talk, not thinking whatever pops in your head."
"I don't have trauma. So let's play No Filter." Oscar said
"Okay, your topic is siblings. When you're ready"
Oscar starts talking about his sister. He was clearly very proud of them. He talked about growing up close and about their jobs. He then got on the topic of photos and technology before finally moving on to. robots. He talked for almost an hour when Petra mindlessly reached for her necklace only to find she didn't have it on. 'This may be time to tell him,'she thought.
"Pause," Petra said.
"Sorry." Oscar said, making eye contact.
"You did great. you clearly love your family and technology." Petra said, with hope that her taking note of his interest would make him relax. "I thinK I left something on the dresser in Max's room. Can you go get it?" Petra handed Oscar her phone with a photo of someone wearing a golden locket.
"sure"
