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Chapter Ten Something Great

//I PROMISE the next chapter will be better!//

Chapter Song: Fake You Out By Twenty One Pilots

*5 Months Later*

I open my eyes to darkness. Grabbing my phone to check the time I see it's 6:15. If I run I can catch Toulouse on his way out. I grab a sweater and throw it on as I struggle down the stairs. "Toulouse!" I yell when I hear the front door open. It slams in response. "Toulouse!" I shout again. I dash out the door into the crisp April air sunlight flooding my eyes.

He's in the car already. "Stop!" I scream for him to hear. He starts to back down the driveway. "Toulouse!" I squawk running after the car nearly running into it grabbing the driver's side handle. The car jerks to a halt and he rolls his window down. "Goddamnit Marie! I could've hit you!" He roars at me. "You wouldn't listen!" I retort. "Well I'm listening now. What do you want!" he yells back. "Where is he? Why won't you just let me talk to him!" I ask angrily.

"Stop, okay. I don't even talk to him anymore, and it doesn't matter if you could talk to any of them anymore. They're leaving for a world tour tomorrow." With that he pushes me back, rolls up the window, and backs down the driveway. I stand in the driveway looking out at the road in no pants and an oversized sweater. I drag myself back inside after a while and curl up in my to get a little rest.

***

"Listen, I know you're mad but please come down. You've been sleeping in your room all day!" Toulouse yells up the stairs to my room. "No!" I yell back. He runs up the stairs and opens the door. "Come on," he pleads. "No," I refuse. "You're so fucking hard to deal with!" he exclaims in frustration. "Well then, count yourself lucky because I'm leaving soon anyways," I tell him. He scoffs and shakes his head, "Okay then."

I sit up and check the clock and see that it's 11:45. By 12:30 all I've found out is where the boys first show is and when they'll be arriving to the city. Now all I need to do is find out which airport, which should be easy enough there are only two near enough to us that they'd fly out of. Once I've finally figured out which airport and found a shuttle bus schedule that I can take there instead of steeling Toulouse's car I'm all set. If I go to sleep now that will result in 4 well deserved hours of sleep before I have to wake up to catch the bus.

By 4 o'clock I'm up and start packing my bag with essentials and then take some of the emergency money and finally start my walk to the bus station. My converse are noiseless as they walk on the wet pavement. Warm end April air consumes me a light breeze blowing my hair out of my face. The sun starts to steadily rise the closer I get to the bus. Once I've reached the station I get a ticket from the old man proped up behind the counter.

"Have a nice trip Miss," he smiles at me the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Thank you," I smile at him before taking a seat and waiting for the shuttle bus to arrive. I close my small hand around the daisy that Luke had picked out weeks ago.

The once soft petals are now stiff and brittle. If moved in the wrong way they will all cascade to the floor, though I hold it anyway. I look up when I hear the break of the bus and stand up along with the two others waiting for the bus. One a round business man with a small carry on luggage and a full blown suit. The other a middle aged woman with one big luggage, a purse, and a carry on.

Picking up my backpack that contains one shirt, two pairs of pants, and a sweater I walk on the bus. Once we're all in our seats, joining three others the shuttle driver asks, "Everyone for the airport?" we all nod. After the short ride is done I get out and walk on the busy airport sidewalk. Reaching the sliding doors I check my phone, 20 minutes until they leave.