Jr Rev Squad - ONE SHOTS

59 Days

WOW PANY IS STILL ALIVE!

I know, I know, I am sooooo sorry for disappearing for the last couple of months but I had to focus on other projects and some personal stuff happened as well, but I still don't know when I'll be updating the one-shots because I want to share other stories (the Jrs story (yes, the real deal) and the Copies!AU (if you have no idea of what I am talking about, you can check my Instagram and see a couple of arts I did about it)) but I wanna finish the circus story first because I know that if I start to focus on them I'll forget about that one.

So, I'm just here to ask some patience but believe me when I say that I'll do my best to update here ok? lol

Modern!AU

59 days.

It's been 59 days since Philip's death.

Since George Eacker killed him because the boy got into a fight with him after Eacker spread horrible lies about his family, but ignoring all the rumors (that ended up being true) that Eacker carried a gun with him.

Alfred knows that damn well.

Because it's also been 59 days since the girl he had a crush on since 8th grade changed.

The whole family was in grief, especially Philip's sister, Angelica; but even so, Frances' grief was different. She seemed to have lost the shine in her eyes, the desire of doing the most epic pranks on the most boring days at school, even her sarcastic defensive way of piss Alfred off was gone and he nevermore saw her drawing in her inseparable sketchbook.

How she never noticed he liked her was a mystery to him, but she also thought no one knew about her secret crush on her cousin, thing that Alfred was well aware of. Because that was the way he wanted her to look at him. He was the soccer team captain; surely he could have any girl he wanted, all of them drooled by his feet, but he cursed every time a hot girl flirted with him because he knew his heart belonged to the reckless troublemaker mess called Frances Laurens.

Day 59 was an important day.

It was precisely Philip's birthday.

Alfred walked after class towards the soccer field to practice, taking the path from around the back of the school to make it quicker; not having to deal with the thousands of students heading to the front door. He opened the back door of the building to find Frances weeping at the steps of the short staircase; her sketchbook was completely torn apart, with many ripped and smashed pages scattered around, of which some smaller pieces the wind was gently blowing away.

Frances didn't take notice of his presence, so he used it to approach her and sit by her side. She then startled and her ugly red crying face turned into a scowl, but before she could say anything, he said, "Why did you do this?"

"I-I owe you nothing t-to answer" She replied trying to stead her breath and sniffed as she looked away from him.

"Look, I know this is about Philip, I am no stupid. Today is his birthday and you've shut out since he passed away, of course this is about him I just wanna know why-"

"DO YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?!" She punched his arm and he flinched in pain, "Because every time I open any of my sketchbooks he is there! If there is not a drawing of him there are drawings of any other thing but each one reminds me of him because he was with me when I drew most of them and that SUCK! IT SUCK THAT I CAN'T DRAW ANYTHING NEW BECAUSE EVERYTHING REMINDS ME OF HIM! I TOLD HIM NOT TO DO THAT BE HE DID EITHER WAY! IT'S NOT FAIR!" By the end of her rant, she was already full back on her tears and her shoulders shook violently as she wept.