Trust me [A Restless Road fanfic]

Chapter 19

I had this feeling I was doing far too many time skips. What do you think?

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(Trinity's P.O.V)

I got out of the car and headed into Walmart. The house was practically empty when I came to food and because a certain annoying person had to pester me about having home baked chocolate chip cookies and forced me to take a trip to the supermarket cause he was 'too busy'. More like too lazy. I grabbed a cart and headed to the bakery aisle.

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I grabbed literally, a sack, of cookie batter and a bucket of chocolate chips so I would have to come back next week for things like to make cookies. After a moment's thought, I reached for a pack of muffin and pancake mix along with a huge bottle of syrup. "I must be crazy, to buy all these, but Andrew eats like a bulldozer everyday so, why not?" I muttered to myself and I dumped everything in the cart. Jut as I was about to head over to pay, a magazine on the newspaper stand caught my eye. I headed over and took one of the fifty magazines on the shelf. It read:

"Zach Beeken's new girlfriend?" I peered at the picture closely to make sure I wasn't reading wrong. Rolling my eyes, I put the magazine down in disgust. The picture of him and some random girl kissing was obviously photoshopped. If you looked carefully, you could see a small part of another man's chin in between the slut and Zach's faces. A pair of teenage girls at about the age of 15 came up beside me and had a look at the magazine too. I heard one of the girls' snort of disgust as she realized what the picture was. "Obviously photoshopped." She whispered loudly to her friend. "The shit the magazine writers print nowadays." Her friend complained right back. "The media is stupid." I muttered to myself. How could they be mistaken by such a careless photoshop? The both of them looked up in surprise. "You agree?" The first one asked. "Well, yeah. I'm sure you would feel the same if your boyfriend was on the cover page of a magazine that could come from a Harry Potter newspaper." I retorted, accidentally slipping the 'boyfriend' part. I could literally see their eyes widen. "Are you seriously Trinity?" The second girl breathed. "Can I have your autograph!" the other squealed. I frowned. Was I that famous? "Uh...sure!" I replied quickly. That was probably the Surtsey autograph I ever signed, not that I signed autographs daily. They both asked me to autograph on their arms and promised to never wash it off. Before they wandered off, I asked them their twitters. I just created one, that and a youtube channel. They fell over each other to give me a piece of paper with their usernames on it. If they hadn't acted like I was some famous superstar, I would have considered them rather sweet.

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I dumped all the bags on the table and left it there, not bothering to help Andrew unpack and bake all the cookie batter, since he was the one who wanted to eat them. I hurried to my room and opened up twitter on my phone. I took out the rather crumpled piece of paper from my pocket and followed the two girls. Then, I had nothing else to do so I just tweeted to Zach.

"I created the twitter account like you wanted me to, @zachbeeken." When he tweeted me back, my phone wouldn't stop buzzing with the amount of follows I was getting. After five minutes, I found it was at like, 20k. Soon, I got bored quickly and decided to check on Andrew's baking. By the time I stepped into the kitchen, I already knew it was going to be a problem to clean up. Flour was everywhere, covering everything in a fine layer of white. There were eggshells scattered across the kitchen top and the bag of chocolate chips was open and leaking onto the counter. I saw the state the kitchen was in and burst into laughter. Andrew was standing beside the over, his face a white mess of flour and dried egg yolk. "You're cleaning this up yourself!" I told him between fits of laughter. "Next time, tell me when you're trying to make cookies!"