I Have Faith In Ye

A little more

You weren't surprised at the fact someone wanted to accuse David of cheating. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last.

"Listen. Before you close your laptop and forget about this, just take a look, what you find is more than rewarding. If you don't like it hey, it's a few freebie pictures of your boo."

You weren't in the mood for it, but hey, it's free pictures of your boo, what's not to like?

You sit down on the floor with your laptop in, wowza, your lap.

"(Y/L/N), here's the first exhibit."

The black screen went to a picture. It was nice green scenery with Jaclyn and David sitting on a bench. It looked like they were carrying a conversation.

"See this isn't much. But here's two."

They were learned in closer to each other.

"That's not it, just let it play."

The screened turned to a video.

"Yeah, what about your girlfriend?" Jaclyn said before they kissed.

Yes. They KISSED.

THEY SMASHED FACES RIGHT THEN AND THERE.

They sucked faces for about another ten seconds. Her hand in his hair.

You paused as it zoomed in. You were still skeptical.

You examined the paused screen slightly, before slamming the laptop shut.

(sorry for major time skip)
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Four days later....

It had been about a week since David left, four days since you say the video, and two since you stopped crying. You were a big baby.

There was a knock on your door.

You sat up and went and answered it.

"Brock?"

He waved his hand in front of his nose. "When was the last time you showered?"

"Four days ago."

"And were you crying?"

"Not today, no."

He invited himself inside.

"What's up?"

You spill the entire story to him. "So how'd you know that this isn't fake?"

"Look." You pointed to the screen. "I noticed a few days before he left that he had a very small crack in his glasses. You can't really tell unless you are very close."

He nods. "Yeah. So while you were talking I had the liberty to buy us two tickets to Ireland for tomorrow night. My wife is chill with it all."

You nod. "Okay.... But we can't just walk up to him."

"Right. We need like alias's. We need to probably get wigs and makeup, and like fake different accents."

"You should do British. I can do Russian."

He nods. "Alright."

You nod and sit down on the floor.

"Why don't you sit on the couch? Your couch?"

"Because I am just really not feeling it right now." your voice dipped.

"Is it because of David?"

"A little." You remember the moments of relaxing together and laughing.

He sits down next to you. "Trust me, if this is true, you can not definitely punch him in the dick. It's in the guy code."

You smile. "Well I better get packed. I have to wear everything I've never worn. Russia."

He laughs. "Yeah. On my way back home I'll get some wigs and stuff."

You nod and he says farewell and leaves.

You look at the clock. It was late but you decided to start packing anyways.

You were going through old boxes of clothing when you grabbed the box full of the shirts David gave you. You let out sigh and packed a few of them. Just in case everything is okay.

You fall asleep.

Then Abbie calls. At fucking 3 in the morning.

"(Y/N) I HAVE BIG NEWS!"

"Honey stop yelling or I will cry. I just woke up."

"ME AND JONATHAN HAVE DECIDED TO MOVE IN TOGETHER! EE!" she squealed.

"That's great homie. I'm psyched for ya."

"So how're you and David?"

"Um-"

"Jon shh girl talk. Go on."

"Me and David are pretty good. We talk all the time." that's a lie. You haven't spoken a word to him in four days.

"It must suck being so far away."

"We've been working it out." also a lie. You haven't even cried. In two days. Yeah. You go gurl. A little more lying wouldn't hurt her.

She said she had to go, because of time differences it was a lot later.

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The next morning......

You and Brock bought nice wigs. Yours was a straight blonde bob, as his was a long black ponytail.

You bought pale foundation and dark lipstick.

You waited for Brock and later that night you boarded the plane and he tweeted.

@MooSnuckel
On the plane with @(Y/T/N) her phone broke she dropped it in the sink
(she dumb ha)

You looked at him. "Smooth."

"I've got your back okay."

You end up falling asleep until the flight lands.

You and Brock get off the plane straight into the bathrooms. You quickly change and apply the makeup and finally, the wig.

You walk out into the big bathroom mirror. "Damn I'm hot."

You walk out and meet a waiting Moon Snuckel.

"You look stunning ma'am." he said in his accent.

"I know. Be jealous." You said in yours.

You both walk out to the parking lot and get in the taxi he had called.

You made it to the hotel very early in the morning.

You both talked and messed around with your alias. You were Mona Lecree. He was Jonah Finley.

"Okay. The plan is to talk to Aindreas, and gain access, and infiltrate their home."

"We aren't going Mission Impossible. Talk normal."

"I know that Aindreas always gets coffee at a little diner down the street on Saturday mornings. So we go and talk to him."

"How do you know that?"

"He tweeted about it one time. But then we sweet talk him and try and get him to invite us to dinner or something. Then we out phase two into plan."

"I said no Mission Impossible."

"But (Y/N)...."

You roll your eyes.

"Okay. put on your big girl Russian pants and let's hit it."

You fix your wig and you both start walking to this little diner.

You walk in and see him sitting at the bar, drinking coffee. Phase one.... Put into action.