PRIMARY COLOURS ❨ SEQUEL! ❩

eight!

Y/N'S POV !

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN?" i begin to question nick, "what kind of trouble?"

nick almost looks uncomfortable. he rubs the back of his neck, "the kind of trouble that means jail time."

my heart drops, "jail? how could she possibly get into jail?"

"apparently she punched somebody and then resisted police withdrawal from the fight," finn replies before nick could, "but it's so stupid!"

everybody's heads snap toward finn, like everybody wanted to ask him the same question. nick was the first one to speak, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"first off, multiple videos from bystanders showcased aggressiveness towards liam. secondly, they arrested her without asking any witnesses what had happened— let alone liam herself. they just decided it would be a good idea to arrest an innocent person-"

"how do you know she's innocent?" cleo questions.

"because...because— it's complicated, but she basically saved all of our asses." finn replies.

i stand up from my seat on the couch, "so what if she is innocent? what are we supposed to do, try and get her out?"

finn takes hold of my shoulders, "exactly!" he turns to the rest of the group, "it's not that hard of an idea to grasp."

"i never said it was a good idea. just an idea."

"you're telling me about bad ideas? and running away was a good idea too, right?" finn says sarcastically.

"i'm not bailing liam out of jail with you, just to make that clear."

finn looks frustrated, "she saved your life! can't you have some goddamn sympathy?!" 

"finn!" i complain, "you just don't know where to stop! she's in jail for a reason, whether she should or shouldn't. i'm not about to get involved with the police here!"

"oh, you're one to speak, aren't you? you had the whole fucking country looking for you!"

"i'm not arguing with you, wolfhard. look, if you want to go and risk your whole life and freedom for liam then be my guest. but i'm not about to go and risk mine!"

by now, the rest of the group has backed away. finn pulls me extremely close— the kind of close that means i can hear him breathe, "don't forget that i risked my life for you. maybe you should consider risking your life for not only liam, but for me too. considering we both saved your life." he whispers, still with anger in his tone.

without notice, finn pulls away and heads for the door, "where are you going?" nick asks the boy.

"to get liam out of jail." he replies, and then continues to open the door.

"let him go." i say to nick before he has a chance to tell finn to stay.

finn nearly slams the door.

"you're just gonna let him go off and probably get arrested?!" nick complains.

"yeah. he's unquestionably strong-headed," i say, "let's see how far that takes him." 

unannounced, i charge my way upstairs.

CLEO'S POV !

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"angsty teenagers." i mumble under my breath, making sure not to let y/n hear because i don't know what she might do.

"i'm surprised you say that," paradyse remarks, "do you not remember that dude, kyle? the one that forgot to give you back your pen?"

"what's he gotta do with this?" i reply.

"he moved schools. wanna take a guess at why?" she continues, "i'll give you a hint, it wasn't because of that 'special program'."

"shut up," i meerly say, "i don't know about you, but i'm going to see if y/n is ok."

"i wouldn't do that." paradyse sternly replies.

"why not?"

"just...trust me on this. if she wanted to rage at someone, she wouldn't have gone upstairs." she says hesitantly.

[two days later]

Y/N'S POV ! 

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i remain in the corner of the wolfhard's guest room until the sound of the doorbell nearly begs me to get up and open the door.

finn's parents aren't home, neither is nick or finn. no cars are parked in the driveway. when i try to look through the glass panels beside the door, i can't quite make out who it might be from the smallest glance of the top of their head.

hesitantly, i look through the eye hole, revealing an unexpected character, none other than pierre. 

all my life, i've always been somebody's something. maybe you understand what i mean. and if you don't, well, it's not a nice feeling. it's always been, "oh! you're june kelly's daughter!", or, "aren't you the kid who ran away from the police?". just for once, i didn't want to be recalled as anybody else than just myself, y/n l/n.

alike myself, pierre has felt this way, most of his life, at least. as he entered this world 3 and a half minutes after paradyse did, and for that small reason, he has spent most of his life as somebody else— just because he is a twin. "oh, you're paradyse's twin!", they would say. some have stupidly asked, "so, are you identical or fraternal?", although, a few have gone so far as to question, "since you were born second, do you ever wonder if your parents didn't want you? like, they planned on one child, but instead, they got you as a bonus. after all, they stopped having kids after you."

despite this, it seemed that he never complained, and he never blamed anyone either, even for something they clearly did. some at school even say that he would die from a bullet wound before accusing the person who pulled the trigger.

on this peculiar day in december, i question to myself as to what might have caused this peculiar occurrence. why would pierre be at the wolfhard's door? definitely not to see me, i think. as soon as i realize that i've been thinking for so long that he has probably lost his patience, my hand reaches to open the door.

as presumed, it is pierre. although, half of my mystery remains unsolved.

when i open the door, pierre is no longer looking at his shoes. instead, he turns his head to face only me, "uh, hi," he stumbles over his words, "i just came because i wanted to make sure you were okay."

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lol what's happening...sorry [again] for the super late update!! omgg!! i hate myself 😌. anyway hope u had a gr8 xmas, or hope you have a great kwanzaa and if you dont celebrate either...um have a good life! ok bye