Hybrid

【XXV】To Germany... I Think.

XXV.

My blood red hair cascaded down my shoulders and curled inwards, slightly swaying as I trotted out of the strange shop with Eli. As soon as we had exited, successfully past every stranger's unwanted stare, our sneakers painted their wet print wherever we treaded on the outside pavement; a short-lived pathway was born.

"Playing with water wasn't really the best idea, was it?" I said as more of a statement rather than a question, the thought coming to me once I peered back and spotted our trail.

"Eh." He shrugged. "It's somewhat sunny out, they'll fade in no time." Elijah replied in his usual happy tone with his usual grin and usual self-confidence. I'm actually glad one of us is able to sustain our sanity even throughout all we've been through and that Eli is the best constant my life currently has to offer.

But hey, I'm not complaining.

"What won't fade soon though is this cellphone, which we should probably use to call the rest of team "run-away" before they get worried." I suggested, flipping out my baby blue hand phone and searching my recent caller list for what I'm assuming is Gavin's number.

"Are you insane!?" Elijah shouted as he snatched the phone from my hands and pounded the battery out, stuffing the incomplete device into his pocket.

"They can trace this. We'll use a pay phone."

He scanned the area of our current location in Amsterdam to search for a big red phone booth.

"Trace our calls and phones? Isn't that a little- oh I don't know, extreme? And aren't you being a little too much of a worry wart?" I commented as I skipped behind him and towards whatever he'd seen.

"Better safe then sorry." Was all he said before I found my face nearly being slammed in by a clear glass door held by a thick red frame that read "Telephone" in bold black lettering imprinting the top boarder.

"Uh, hello? I'm in this too!" I whined from outside the booth door, helplessly watching as Eli picked up the black phone and inserted a tempo of coins.

He either mouthed something or whispered it because his voice wasn't audible on the outside of the rectangular prism. Whatever he said though, most likely meant for me to piss off.

'Fine then! I'll just wait out here and stare you down with my glare which will one day become my trademark if this secrecy keeps going on.' And so like a robot, I stood with my hands glued to my hips and my gaze piercing through the translucent door, wishing he'd notice and open the damn thing.

But of course his oblivious mind never did.

"Any year now..." I groaned as I paced back and forth, not particularly thinking of anything other than the fact Elijah keeps me in the dark a lot. And as if on cue, like it always is, my current partner in crime emerged from the booth and smiled at the ground as he made his way to my side.

"So..?" I began, curious as to what he spoke about and who with.

Yes, the thought of him smiling after talking with Brie makes me twinge with slight anger inside.

"Gavin's gone out with Briella and Izzy to go get our tickets again." He said walking away from the phone booth, the strange store, and this whole dodgy place in general.

"Our tickets again?" I echoed while trotting behind him.

"Yeup. Remember we had train tickets before but that plan didn't really work out cause of the whole warehouse encounter? Anyways, we're getting them again. It's not one-way, but it's better than nothing." He mumbled the last part, just enough for me to barely hear.