ʀɪᴄʜ ʙᴏʏ ⋆ Jacob Thrombey

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Y/N headed into the living room and gave a small smile to the rest of the Thrombey's, who gave her smiles in return. But she really couldn't tell if they were fake or not. Had Jacob told everyone or had he kept it to himself? Y/N could imagine him sat in the living room with the whole family around him- complaining about how his best friend is a liar and never truly supported his beliefs. For some reason, that was all too easy to imagine.

After taking a seat next to Meg, she glanced around the room. The whole family was bouncing off the walls with impatience, including Jacob- who was slumped next to his grandmother, looking terribly annoyed with the world. 

Y/N turned to look at Meg, "What's all this about?" She asked her, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Apparently Martha has something to say, I think she might be renouncing the inheritance. I told her she didn't need to but..." Meg sighed and shook her head, "I think my family might have themselves wrapped around her finger more than I first realised."

Y/N nodded and shrugged a bit, really just wanting to get this meeting over with before she told anyone about how she may have been given a chunk of Harlan's assets too. No doubt they'd probably be a little bit mad and try to get it from her, but Y/N knew the Thrombey's well and she'd except that. Which, in turn, would make it easier for her to deny their requests and orders.

Y/N looked over at Jacob again, admiring his vacant expression as he watched the dog dashing around the room and licking people's legs. When his mouth was shut and he wasn't being a complete asshole, he wasn't too bad. Cute, even. And sometimes, from certain angles, just sometimes, he was hot too. 

With that, Martha entered the room, glancing at Ransom- his expression passive as always. As if he didn't have a care in the world. Well, he probably didn't now that he'd seen the whole of his snotty family lose their money too. 

Detective Blanc stood besides Martha, looking at a sheet of paper in his hand as she began to speak. "Um. You guys have always been so good to me. And what I'm about to say won't be easy and you're going to be upset but especially after everything you've been through the past few days- I thought you deserved to hear it from me."

Walt smiled at Martha and gave her a nod and a smile which vaguely read 'you're doing the right thing'. But was she? 

Martha took a deep breath and spoke again, "I ki-"

-"Excuse me. You have not been good to her. You have all treated her like shit to steal back a fortune that you lost and she deserves! You're a pack of bloody vultures at the feast! But you're not getting bailed out, not this time." Detective Blanc spoke, eyeing the room as if he wished to slap every single one of them. Y/N felt uneasy under his gaze.

Martha looked at the Detective with a look of horror on her face, as if he'd read out her private diary in front of everyone. He spoke again, "Ms. Cabrera has decided definitively not to renounce the fortune." 

"What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Further more, it will be my professional recommendation to the local authorities that the manner of death in the case of Harlan Thrombey is ruled as suicide, and the case is closed." And with that, the detective barged Marta out of the room by the elbow- the officers following. 

The room exploded in confusion and frustration. Y/N looked around the room and saw the bright red expression of Linda, the smoke flying from Richards ears and the beads of angry sweat dripping from Joni's forehead. And amongst it all, she saw Jacob smiling. 

"Good." Meg finished and smiled at Y/N, "I'd better shut this crowd up." She grinned before standing up and going over to talk sense into her relatives. 

Y/N glanced over at Jacob and decided she may as well try talking to him too. She stood up and walked to the doorway, leaning against the frame momentarily as she made eye contact with Jacob and beckoned for him to follow her. It was a shot in the dark, he could have stayed there in a pathetic protest if he wished but instead he got up and followed her out into the hallway. 

Y/N walked down the hallway, hearing Jacob's footsteps behind her until she stopped at the library door, chit chat going on inside. She turned to look at him, his expression curious. "Look, Jacob. We've been through a rough patch recently and I know we can just-"

"What? A rough patch? I'd say it was more than a rough patch." He answered, standing up tall and adjusting his collar as if it were choking him half to death.

"Okay, fine. Whatever you want to call it. But I know we can work our way back to being best friends. I'm sorry for lying. I really am." Y/N answered, not whole-heartedly meaning every word she said but she knew Jacob well, so she adjusted her words slightly so he'd take them better. 

In all honesty, that was what she did for the whole of her friendship. Slightly toxic, yes. But she never changed her own morals. That was something she wouldn't change for any friendship. Ever.

"So... why'd you lie?" He asked her, folding his arms but his expression softening.

"Because I'd been sent to the school on an anonymous fund, a big fancy school filled with people like you. Are you telling me that you would have ever spoken to me if I told the truth? That anyone would have?"

Jacob paused and looked down at the ground, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Well. No. I guess not. I probably would have laughed at you." He paused and looked back up at her, "But, that would have been stupid. Because I don't really have many friends either. I guess I'd have missed out."

"So... can we... work on being friends again?" Y/N asked, looking at him with a small smile.

Suddenly, Officer Wagner stepped out of the library and looked at the two teenagers. "I'm going to need you to step outside." He told them before heading into the living room again.

Y/N squinted and looked at the library door, Detective Blanc having a heated discussion with Marta and Lieutenant Elliot.  

She turned to look back and saw that Jacob had already wandered off outside, she sighed.