@Natasha
"Sure!" Leah said with a bright smile.
"Sure!" Leah said with a bright smile.
Rafael sat down, setting his croissant and peach iced tea on the tabletop. “What classes do you take?”
"(Whatever classes you need for a degree in forensic science). And you?"
(Lol)
“Traditional arts, history of European Art, [insert other artsy classes]. I think you used to be on the same floor as me before I moved to a flat?” Rafael couldn’t help but notice how pretty she looked…
(Kkkkkkk)
"I did, didn't I? I moved a little bit after you did." Leah answered.
“Mm.” Rafael took another bite of his croissant. “Remind me, how old are you?”
"20. And you?"
“I’m 21.” Once again, Rafael couldn’t help but take in her pretty features, and ducked his head for a moment. “Whereabouts are you from?”
"Australia, actually. I didn't live there for very long, then my family moved to this city and we haven't moved since then." Leah replied.
(hi again! how are you?)
"Whoah, Australia? Cool!" Rafael grinned up at her, rubbing at the back of his neck.
(okay, kinda, y'know what I mean?)
Leah laughed. "Your turn. Where are you from?"
(yeah I know, and I hope life goes uphill for you)
"Mexico," he answered, finishing off his drink with a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "We moved here when I was fifteen."
"Cool!" Leah said. She searched for something else to say.
(Ack what should I say?)
(Idk I was hoping you had an idea. We could just move straight into he sister-hospital stuff)
(yeah sure, how do you want to do that? Leah gets a text?)
(Hold on I got it)
Leah's phone suddenly went off, signalling a call from her sister. She quickly picked up.
"Hey love what's up?" She asked. After a second she frowned. "Again? Ron, sweet, why didn't you call earlier? Get a bag ready. I don't care what Mom says, you're staying at my place tonight. I'll take you to the hospital and then we'll go get some Little Caesar's pizza and some ice cream and watch a movie. Sound good?" She paused for a moment. "Okay. See you in a minute."
She looked back up at Rafael. "I'm really sorry, I'd love to stay but I have to go rescue my sister."
(awesome
how are you?)
Rafael's eyes widened. Hospital?? Thinking quickly, he stood up. "I can drive you, my car's parked just up the road from here."
Oh my god.
"That would actually be great…" Leah whispered, standing up as well as she threw her stuff into her backpack.
(I'mma kinda like…probably going to die or something becauze…stuff…but also I had a serious conversation with this really annoying guy in my sister's class about triggers and stuff and finally figured out how to tell Giovane that what he said triggered anxiety and all that from previous experiences…so I'll talk to him abt that later.)
(oh god please don't die, I hope you feel much better soon
well, that's good I guess? I hope it's good)
Rafael grabbed his stuff, ready to go in less than five seconds. "Alright, address?"
"(insert address)." Leah said as she finished putting her stuff away. "I know a shortcut."
"Let's go." Rafael walked down the street as fast as possible, glancing back to make sure Leah was following. "I don't need an explanation, just directions," he told her once they got into the car. "Which way?"
Leah nodded as she started giving Rafael directions.
Rafael followed each direction faithfully, heart rate speeding up. Hospital? What— are here parents— are they hurting her?? Finally, he puked into a driveway.
(puked into a driveway?)
Leah jumped out and ran to the front door, opening it and waiting for Rafael to follow her.
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