Andy Fowler
Rye and I left our house at around one in the afternoon to go to Manchester, I just want to make sure that Alexandria’s okay because when we were walking to their house the other night, I could tell that she was just trying to hold her tears back.
“You okay there, mate?” I ask, as I look over at Rye – who’s currently sitting at the patio steps.
He didn’t answer, he was just staring at the distance so I sit down next to him.
“I am surprised that you came with me.” I say, he snaps out from his trance and looks at me.
“Yeah, I want to apologize to her.” he replies, somehow piquing my interest since I still have no idea about that night.
“What happened anyways?” I ask as I look at him.
Just as I expected, he just shakes his head. We tried to ask him yesterday and even the night before that, but he didn’t want to talk about it.
“Well, I’ll just call her.” I pat his shoulder and get up from the staircase.
I dial her number again and call her for the nth time since we got to their house, but she’s still out of reach.
“Let’s just go, Rye, maybe she went somewhere else or something.” I utter.
“Why, is she still out of reach?” he asks, as he gets up from the staircase.
I nod and the two of us start to walk down the pavement. After walking for a couple minutes, my phone starts to ring.
“Andy!” she exclaims rather too enthusiastic over the loud music.
“Hey, where are you?” I ask. “I kept on calling you, but you were out of reach.”
“I am sorry, I can’t hear you, hang on.” she replies.
Rye and I stop walking and I just stand there, as I wait for her – I could hear the shifting from the background until all I could hear is muffled sounds of the music.
“Hey, Fovvler.” she says, slightly slurring.
“Wait a second, are you drunk?” I ask.
As soon as I said that, Rye turns to look at me in concern.
“No..” she replies, hiccuping.
“Alexandria.” I breathe out.
“Maybe I am or maybe I am not.” she replies, she’s definitely drunk.
“Where are you?” I ask. “I’ll come and pick you up.”
“I don’t want to go home yet..” she says whiningly.
“Alexandria, I don’t want you to be alone in a place like that.” I reply.
“I am a big girl already, Roberto,” she giggles. “I’ll be okay, I gotta go, bye!”
She hangs up, before I could even say anything.
“Where is she, is she drunk?” Rye asks worriedly.
“It seems like it.” I furrow my eyebrows, this is the first time that she got drunk. “Let’s go, I think I know where she is.”
Rye and I hurry and continue to walk down the pavement.
“I know a pub just a couple blocks away from here, she might be there.” I say.
He breathes out, “I can’t believe that she’s at a pub right now, she doesn’t like the taste of alcohol right?”
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Petit Monde (Rye Beaumont)
Fanfiction"Who would've thought that after that playful fate, we would still find our way back to each other in this small world?" Alexandria Anderson have spent her life moving from one place to another. It began when her Dad died when she was six years o...
