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sixty five.

Pandora Gray

Unpredictable — Fivesauce

"Break the plans we had before, let's be unpredictable."

"Harry are you —" The next morning, Ashlyn just waltzes into the flat, but stops dead when she sees me. "FUCKING HELL YOU'RE BA—" I cut her off.

"Shh," I run up to hug her tightly, "Harry's sleeping."

"We missed you! Oh, we were all so worried, Harry couldn't sleep and he cried and I heard him talking." I arch one of my eyebrows. "But you're fucking back, did you come back yesterday?"

"Yeah."

She glares at Harry, "Pandora hogger, he kept you all to himself, ugh." I laugh, "So where'd you go?"

"Amsterdam."

"Geez, kinda far. How was it?"

"Didn't really notice the scenery because . . . well, you know. But I did meet some rad people and they took me in and gave me food and one of them looked like fifteen-year-old Luke." I reach for my phone, and when I get it, I turn it on and show her a picture.

"Damn," she whistles, "Does Luke have a little brother, perhaps?"

"I don't think so."

"Well anyways, we have to tell everyone that you're finally back, we've all missed you greatly. Maybe we should have a cele—"

"Ah, no. You can tell the others, no celebration, I'm kinda tired." I yawn for effect and Ashlyn points at my phone.

"Text them." I pick up my phone again, and start texting Jenna first, then Nina, Gemma, and so on. "In five, four, three two —" She's cut off by the loud text alert from my phone.

FromJenna: FUCKING FINALLY

FromNina: im tryingtokeepwhatlittlechillIhaveleftBUTFUCKITYOU'REBACKWHEREWEREYOU

FromLuke: iheardumetme???

Me: yeah I did and I was in Amsterdam

Nina: omf was it pretty

Me: tbhidkIwascryingtohardIguesstoevennotice

Luke: how did U meet me

Gemma: ohthankthelordyou'rebackithoughtharrywasgoingtogofindyou

Luke: hethoughtyouwereinamericasohewasgoingtogetonaplaneandfindu