Murder is a one way street.

Let's get breakfast: 2

*Rogue's POV*
6:45am my watch reads as I glance around to see more activity appearing on the streets and having sold to 20 people their desired drugs I decided its time to leave before we seem conspicuous.

Uni doesn't start until 8:45 today and as we pack up and head towards our motorbikes, the gap in my stomach is indentified. Silently telling the others we're heading to the diner. We disperse and evacuate the area.

Minutes later we are in a cafe on the corner of fifth avenue. It's a fairly small secluded cafe and whenever we are here everyone else cleverly leaves and to say we were out of place wouldn't be an understatement.

The cafe, though small, has a counter in the corner that curves around from one side of walls to the other, it has small booths with light blue material on them. The carpet is a darker blue that has different cakes and drinks drawn on it. There is a small toilet in the corner behind an oak door. And windows everywhere but the back wall.

We are sitting at the table and soon the old waitress somes over and asks for our order even though she basically knows it off by heart.

The waitress is called Mary, she owns the small cafe and has for 57 years, her wrinkles are evident but her face is kind and compassionate, her eyes have smile lines and she is average height and size. Her husband died 35 years ago but she is still happy and knows he is in a better place.

Mary is the only person in the town who doesn't only talk to us for drugs or drinks. Everyone else either avoids us or comes in the mornings.
Whereas with her strong, wide heart she has always been cheery and nice and it is hard even for us to turn her down. We are her best customers.

But like other restruants we go to she will tell us off for smoking, drinking and selling. She's like the mother figure none of us had. She got to know us and understood us and listened not disapprovingly or scared but concerned and respectively.

She has known us for 15 years roughly and we think of her as our grandmother almost. In those fifteen years we became quite attached but she claims she loves us and finds us brave and strong. To be honest we care fairly deeply for her too.

She has trouble with things around the shop sometimes we help out. Which is unlike us but we can't say no. We just can't.

*Andy's POV*
After unattaching CC and Ashley, we decided to head out to a cafe we saw the other day. We can get bteakfast then go to Uni make sure we're there early on the first day get to know the grounds and the best places to bunk off and smoke and stuff.

When we get closer I see 5 motorbikes siting outside in a row, each a different make but polished and cleaned either way. One looks like a Kawasaki Ninja, Weaving around the bikes we push open the door and the little bell above the door rings as we walk in.

I look around to see who the motorbikes might belong too and soon enough I know. In a booth to my left a few feet away is another group of five just like us. Except they are all looking at us and the waitress lady is too but she looks shocked.

Did we do something wrong?
I look around hoping to see an answer but no one else is here. Is that is? Does she not get many customers? Or is it the group over there?

I take another look at them.

There's a guy with black hair that has dark blue streaks in it sitting nearest the window, he has black skinny jeans on, with a black BOTDF T-shirt on with a black leather jacket over the top. He also has Black high tops on. His jaw bone is fairly sharp as are his cheek bones, and his eyes are a bright green that has been dampend by years of misfortune but he looks like pure muscle everywhere else though. (Blaze)

Then next to him there is a girl natural brunette with green dip dye hair, who is wearing a plain black tank top with a pocket over her left boob. She also has on black skinny jeans but they are ripped around the knee. Her feet are cover with galaxy vans that match her galaxy baseball jacket. She probably has the most colour on. He eyes are a dark brown colour that are tracing each of us one by one. (Smudgy)

Opposite the blue haired guy there was another girl but she had pure blonde hair which dangled down her back past her ass. She had on a short sleeved Black veil Brides T-shirt, funny really, with black hot pants and ankle boots then tied around her waste is a checkered red and black shirt. Her eyes are also green but it is merged with blue too. Her skin tone and facial feature are perfectly placed and carved almost and she looks like an angel. (Veela)

Next to her was another guy, he was slimmer then the rest with a black hoodie on with the hood down though so you could see his, natural dark brown, red streaked hair. They obviously like hair dye whatever happens. His t-shirt was none exsistant under his hoodie was skin and the zip was completely undone leaving his abs on show though not as big as the other guys he seemed to still be biggish. His eyes were a grey/ rainy blue and his cheek bones where still prominent. (Jacobi)

Then next to him was the apparent leader who was fairly similar to the first guy except he didn't have green eyes but crystal blue that was torn away and replaced by emotionless blue circles that he used for looking.
His hair was brown and wasn't dyed but he did wear a mixture of them all in some way. He was wearing a dark grey tank top with black ripped skinny jeans, as well as that he had on black high tops and a black leather jacket, he was definately hot no sexy and it was undeniable. His hardly shaved chin and jaw with a light 'bum' chin as well as his hair and cheek bones. He was almost too hot.
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So this is the 2nd chapter is basically just describes Rogue and his friends their names are in brackets underneath if you were confused anyway hope your enjoying.
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