And We Became Silhouettes

Chapter Three | Golden Revolver

This chapter if dedicated to @aeilia for stalking me (you creep). And also for being my thin twin, bc everyone hates us for the capability to eat so much only to gain such little weight. High five to fast metabolism!

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CHAPTER THREE | GOLDEN REVOLVER

The quad is what you'd imagine your typical high school cafeteria to be. A mystery meat filled lipstick jungle. Ever since that night at the café, Toby and I have added to the stereotypical-ness of it all. Both of us being injured and all. Even with that we still find a way to defy the status quo. I mean two of us to have experienced a car accident and being labeled victim or criminal beforehand, it's a pretty odd pair. You could only imagine the stares everyone gives us.

"I swear you've gotten that like five times in a row for the past few days." I poke at his food with my fork.

"I would assume by the amount of time we spend together that you know my love for apple fritters is unfathomable." He swats my hand away.

"I'm just worried that you'd eat too much and choke. And I don't necessarily know the first thing about first aid, so you're on your own on that." I manage to steal a fritter off his plate. "Or you know, you could fill up with so many that you'd get really fat and just explode."

"Don't underestimate my power Patrice Hale, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Like what? Being in the front of the line for diabetes? Then in that case you are very capable. And don't you ever call me Patrice." I glare at him.

"But Pat just sounds so... I don't know."

"Tell me, what does 'I don't know' sound like."

"It's just, Pat is what you'd do to a dog."

"That's literally the corniest thing I've heard for the past few months."

"You're welcome." He grins.

Dingdingdingdingdingdingding

The bell signals our time to get up and to get back to solving the mystery of x and y. Toby helps me get out of the bench and up on my crutches. We've had this routine going on for quite some time now.

"See you later alligator." He winks.

"Okay I take that back, that's the corniest thing I've heard."

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"Red!"

"Blue!"

"Red! And another red!"

"Azul!"

"You're not Hispanic, stop trying." Toby and I have made it an effort to go to the local Frosteez after school to split a pint of cookie dough ice cream. We occasionally like to scream at colors.

"I don't care, I'm winning."

"Who's even keeping score?"

"I thought you were..." We burst into laughter.

I look in the container to see what's left of the ice cream. "Last spoonful. You want it?"

"Nah, you can have it if you want."

I stare at it and contemplate.

"No matter how much you try the force is just not with you. Oh and are you aware that you make faces when you're thinking?"

"I do?"

He proceeds to make faces that I didn't even think were humanly possible. "Don't you think you're over exaggerating it."

"Not at all." He takes the spoon of ice cream and puts it in his mouth before I can even begin to protest.

"Dude!"

"Dudette."

I glare at him.

"What? You were too busy making constipated faces."

I hit him on his good arm.

"The ice cream was melting!"

"I was thinking! And I am not constipated."

"I never said you were." He grins.

"Drive me home, you ice cream thief."

"Sorry, can't hear you."

"Then you obviously need a hearing aid."

"What's that? Do I hear the sound of you walking home?"

"Who's gonna help you look at your side view mirrors?"

"I am perfectly capable of doing that myself." He tries to turn his head but fails.

"Well you did say that you're capable of doing a lot of things, so I guess you win this time Reeves." I turn to walk away.

"No! Fine! You win!"

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"I hate you." Toby says as he stops by my house.

'I hate you too, person."

"Bye, person."

"Bye."

We've made it a habit to address each other with 'person'. It's these kinds of weird things that make me like Toby so much. It's nice that he didn't turn out to be the total douche bag I was expecting. Especially since I'm not exactly the most likeable person.

I am led to believe that I am the epitome of awkward and a professional at ruining everyone's time. I say this because everyone seems to stare and divert to whispers when I walk into a room.

Bang bang

There goes everyone's good time. Toby begs to differ; he's the one behind the trigger. My hiding place was taken away when word of the accident came out. Sure, I was finally being noticed but I was a nothing more than a criminal to them. He was seen as the victim when in reality, we're all victims. His victimize was just more tragic than others.

Bang bang

He's more lethal than you think. He shuts out the people who refuse to take look at the bigger picture. He makes everything seem like it doesn't suck as much as vacuum.

He's the one behind the gun pulling the trigger. He's managed to knock me down only to pick me back up.

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This was more of a filler cause not a lot happened and it's really short but POBY/TOBTRICE (I haven't really figured out the ship name) action. I love them so much, they're my babies.

I'll be posting a really long comment on this chapter about the stuff that's been going on, bc I feel like we've gotten to that part of this author-reader relationship where you actually care about my life (I bet you don't but whatever).

I finally updated tho so yay. I will be posting my VDay (I'm starting to think that VDay sounds a lot like vagina day) story soon, hopefully, idk just as soon as I recover the first chapter.

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