[DISCONTINUED] On the Edge (AshTrash669 x Edgy_Space_Prince)

Princess

Ash's POV

"So? How'd it go?" Emily asked. Emily, Briar, GC and her dog had all crowded around me the second I got back.

"Holy fuck, can I at least take my jacket off?" I snapped.

"You came back at 12 PM!" GC exclaimed.

"Hats off to Captain Obvious over here," I scoffed.

"She's implying you slept with her," Briar snickered.

"WHAT THE HELL." I shouted. "WHY WOULD YOU-"

"I'm just asking!" GC said defensively, putting her arms up.

"You wanna know what happened?" I yelled. "Fine. We stayed up late watching a movie. I fell asleep in a blanket fort. I woke up, talked to her, and then I left."

"Did'ja get her number?"  Briar asked.

I sighed. "Yeah, I got her number."

The four of them, including the dog, exchanged glances. He knows something.

"Did Shelby and the others get the map out?" I asked.

"Yeah," Emily replied. "The blueprint's on the kitchen table. We've been waiting for you to discuss."

"Great," I muttered. "Let's go there."

I followed them to the kitchen, where a surprisingly well-drawn rough blueprint of the interior of The Anax's house sat on the table.

"Gather round, fellow Trash Cult members," I shouted. "We're gonna discuss a murder."

As they made their way to the table, I looked at the blueprint. Guards blocked basically every entrance and exit.

"How are we supposed to get in?" Emily asked, looking at the blueprint.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out before everyone gets here," I replied.

And, fuck, they're here.

"Shelby, Kixcey, Firefly, Delaney." I said. "How did you guys get these blueprints?"

"We got them from the builder of the place." Delaney replied. "We found guard routes from observation."

"Motherfucker," I whispered under my breath. If they were able to get in, we could enter through their entrance.

"What's the roof like?" I asked.

"No glass, no possible entrances, landing pad, and it's basically the guards' hangout." Kixcey replied.

"That could work..." I muttered.

"Did you miss, like, all of that?" Shelby asked.

"Not talking to you," I said. "Does anyone here know how to drive a helicopter?"

"What kind of random ass question is that?" Briar asked.

"I'm gonna ignore you for the sake of being productive," I replied. "Who knows how to drive a helicopter?"

A girl in the back raised her hand. "I do."

"Get over here," I demanded. She followed my instructions.

I got a good look at her. Mary Softnsad, she never really joined, but Briar said something about an author who doesn't take constructive criticism.

Damn, if we were in a fanfiction, Briar would have broken the fourth wall so many times. And I'm pretty sure she's taught Emily and GC how to do it.

"You know how to drive a helicopter?" I asked.

"Helicopters, planes, hang gliders, jetpacks, anything airborne." Mary replied.