Gerard's P.O.V
When Sylvia and Frank walked in they were carrying boxes and bags. "Ehh? What's that," I ask pointing to the boxes.
"SNACKYSSSS" Frank says in a high pitched girly voice.
Behind him I hear Sylvia go, "nom noms," as she hides behind him.
I hear the toilet flush and Ryan walks out. "Ight boyzzzz, we gotta show in two hours so hurry up and do what ever shit you need to get done," He says. He is a man of business.
I hear Brandon say and say, "did anyone get food, I'm hungry."
Frankie opens the box and everyone instinctively reaches over and grabs out of the array of pastries.
"Ohhh, delicious," Miles says.
Frankie laughs and continues stuffing his face. Through a mouth full of food he says, "I know, I fuckin love this place. They're soooo fuckin good."
Sylvia munches on cherry danish and sips on some chocolate milk. She looked happy for once, it was nice. Something was off though and I couldn't place it.
"Uhh...? Shadow...?" Brandon says looking at her nervously.
"Hm?" she says and takes a sip of chocolate milk.
"Are you not wearing any pants?" Brandon says blushing slightly
Sylvia starts coughing, possibly choking on milk and spills her milk. "Uhh...no..." She mutters shyly as she quickly grabs a towel and nervously wipes up her mess.
"Oh err, well-ehm..." Brandon stammers, "how long until we leave?"
Ryan looks at his phone and says, "In fifteen minutes.... Go get ready. Oh, and Sylvia, for fucks sake put some damn pants on..." I stand up to get some more coffee and Ryan adds, "and take Gerard's hoodie off, he gets angry when people wear his clothes, especially that hoodie."
I pause but don't turn around. I hear footsteps and the bathroom door close softly. Sylvia comes out minutes letter in black leggings and a plaid skirt. I quickly walk up to her and gently tug on the hoodie, motioning for her to follow me to the bunks for some privacy.
"Let's be real here, does that make you happy? Wearing my hoodie?" I ask looking her in the eyes. She blushes but nods slightly. I smile and say, "then you're allowed to wear it."
I watch as a smile grows on her face and she quickly dives at me, giving me a hug. "Thank you," Sylvia whispers and skips away.
I shake my head chuckling softly. That girl, she sure is something....
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