𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐄 ; 𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂

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                    ᠆᠆᠆᠆᠆᠆᠆ "Seven bags of chips, twelve chicken nuggets," 

Erin stood against the fish bar, reading out the list Gerry had written at an antagonisingly slow pace. Really, even Robyn could understand Finnouala annoyance with the girl. Rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, the blonde allowed her eyes to wander around the chippy for a moment in a desperate attempt to hide her slight fear from the woman that owned the place. 

"Give that here," She finally snapped, snatching the list from Erin before stepping to the side, looking directly at Robyn. "And what do you want?" 

"Oh, uh, mine's on their list, thank you, Fionnuala. Just the onion rings." The girl smiled meekly just as Clare walked in. 

"All right? Any joy with the trust fund?" Erin asked the shorter girl, with Robyn now moving over to Orla's side so that she could actually interject with the conversation if needed.  

Clare held a look of defeat on her features as she shook her head. "Nah, according to my ma, we're actually quite poor..." 

"Aye, I think we might be as well!" The taller girl replied with a sigh. 

"What's yours?" Fionnuala quickly interrupted, raising an eyebrow at Clare, her face as cold as stone. 

"Uh.." Clare began, freezing in fear. "Can I p-please get one fish supper and one cowboy special please, Fionnuala, thank you, please" She stammered. 

Nodding, the older woman called the order back to her workers. "It'll be ready when it's ready." She spoke curtly. 

As if it was on cue, Michelle soon stormed in with James trailing quickly behind her, his face soon grimacing at the chippy before he wiped the look off just as fast. It was evident in the way Michelle was walking that she was absolutely fuming, and that was a sight that nobody wanted to see. 

"Well, Jenny Joyce was talkin' through her fat hole about this trust fund thing!" She practically yelled, not only gaining the attention of her friends but of Fionnuala as well, who soon asked what her order was. "Don't rush me, Fionnuala! Where the fuck are we going to get the money for Paris now?" Michelle whined. 

The whole situation made Robyn feel terrible, she could tell that the girls really wanted to go to France, but at this point, they had absolutely no chance. 

Taking a step back from the group, she walked over to one of the small tables and sat at the chair, leaning against the table as she rested her chin against her hand. She didn't expect anyone to join her, they were all way too caught up in trying to figure out some genius way of getting almost four hundred pounds in the next few weeks, so when James walked over she was shocked, to say the least.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a hushed tone, sitting down in the chair opposite. 

"Aye, of course. I just feel... a bit bad," Robyn replied just as quietly, shrugging slightly as she kept her eyes on the table. 

"But why? It's not like it's your fault none of us can afford to go to Paris," The boy attempted to reason, which she appreciated, but she couldn't help but let out a quiet laugh. 

Shaking her head, the blonde sat up properly. "It's not that, I can afford to go to Paris. But I don't even want to go. I just feel terrible because you all want to go so badly and yet I'm here giving up an opportunity you'd all die for." 

Furrowing his eyebrows for a moment, James allowed himself to listen before letting out a sigh. "Birdie, that still isn't your fault! It's not like your families wealth is something you can control. Plus it's not your fault your sister is a secret millionaire or something," He joked, shaking his head playfully at her as he moved his hand to cover hers.