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"So, the Mr.Empty post said, train station locker, number 649." Brandon read as the trio walked past the train together.
"What do you think we're gonna find?" Trevor asked.
"Chopped off genitals." Ryan confirmed.
"Hoping not that." Brandon shook his head. "How the hell did you even crack a World War Dos poetry code?"
"My dad taught me when I was younger." Trevor confirmed. "We use to write messages to each other."
"Aw, Trev." Ryan grinned. "That's so sweet."
"And actually really cool." Brandon agreed.
"Hey, don't get too excited. He gave us a locker number but not a locker combination." Trevor pointed out with a shake of his head.
"Okay, buzzkill, maybe it won't be locked." Brandon huffed in return.
"Maybe it should be called Opener, not Locker." Ryan pointed out.
"Fantastic context clues, Ry." Trevor hummed in agreement.
Jogging right to the locker, Brandon found the correct number, giving it a pull, finding it locked. Trevor squinted. "Six digits. Roughly one million possible combinations."
Brandon's phone chimed again, making Ryan lean into try and see the messages. Trevor hit both their arms, causing the pair to look up quickly and see someone in a mask right outside. Another not too far away, turning, there was another pair. Someone from the hallway walked their way, pulling a butcher knife from their coat, Ryan grasped both the boys hands and drug them deeper through the train station to find a safe exit.
"Ryan, stop pacing." Brandon spoke up as Ryan continued to do so. "You're freaking me out."
"Someone just pulled a butcher knife on us and i'm freaking you out?" she asked with a crazy look his way. "And that fool just goes and takes a bath with his bath salts!"
"Okay, you need a bath with some bath salts." Brandon rose to his feet, dragging her to the bathroom. With a fist to the door, he called for Trevor. "Trev, Ryan needs to come in and chill!"
Silence for a moment. "Give me a minute."
Brandon tossed his hands up, giving Ryan a look. "You don't act like a maniac, i'm gonna go find you a Xanax."
As Brandon walked off, Ryan pulled her pocket knife out and picked the door. Trevor jumped as water flew everywhere, the door flying open. "Dude!"
"I'm not looking!" Ryan announced, slapping her hand over her eyes and turning so her back was against the bathtub, dripping her hand. "See, can't see nothing."
"What are you even doing here?" Trevor asked in disbelief, rubbing the water off his face.
"Panicking and Brandon is trying to find me some drugs." Ryan exhaled, turning so their eyes met. "Had to come soak up your bath salt energy."
"I could hold your head under the water." he suggested.
"Oh, could you? I'd appreciate that." Ryan hummed with a half grin. "You find anything, B!"
"Not yet! He let you in?" Brandon called back from, what Ryan assumed, was the kitchen.
"Yeah, come join!" Ryan called.
"Jesus christ." Trevor announced, turning the water on and dumping half the bubble bath mix in to form bubbles all around him. "So happy I have friends that know what privacy is."
"Yeah, you got lucky." Ryan confirmed, leaning against the wall now so she faced him, the bubbles keeping him from being embarrassed.
Brandon walked in. "Aw, Trev, are you having a bubble bath?"
"Screw you." he rolled his eyes, Brandon sat across from Ryan on the ground. "Find anything?"
"Nothing but good old fashioned alcohol." Brandon held the bottle out for Ryan to take. "Go easy on that one, lightweight."
"I'm not a lightweight." she grumbled, taking a long sip.
"Oh my god, yes you are." he laughed in return, one arm leaned on the bathtub while the other placed its self onto Ryan's leg. Trevor watched it happen. "Do you remember, for Haileys birthday-"
"When she passed out on the pool table?" Trevor gave a snort, sinking deeper into the bathtub when he got shy. "Yeah, I lost my game because of her."
"Was that when I woke up in the back of your car?" Ryan glanced at Brandon.
"Nope, that was Trevs end of the year party." Brandon corrected her with a half grin, his thumb rubbed at the skin on her leg. Ryan hummed, resting her head back against the wall with another drink. "You guys are gonna have to party without me soon."
"Why can't you just move in with Sean permanently?" Ryan shook her head, Trevor's arms came from the water and rested on the side of the tub as he listened in. "I mean, does your dad genuinely want to put you in the military or does he just want to have you do something during the day?"
"Probably just doesn't wanna have to deal with me." Brandon gave a small shrug, biting the inside of his mouth. Trevor and Ryan shared a look. She reached over, locking their hands together. Brandon looked up again as Ryan brought their interlocked hands ontop of Trevor's, where he wiggles his hand between the two. They each grinned at their interlocked hands.
"We like to deal with you." Ryan spoke up as Brandon met her eye, looking to Trevor as he nodded in agreement.
"That's a relief." he gave a forced chuckle, the pair felt his fingers tighten in their hold. A beep came from the kitchen, making the trio look toward the door. "Oh, that's the frozen pizza we put in earlier."
"I can-" Ryan started.
"I'll get it." Brandon stood up, the trio loosing their grip on each other before Brandon touched one of Ryan's curls, walking out of the door. They both watched him go.
"I do remember." Ryan spoke up, looking at Trevor as he gave an odd look. "That night. At the party. I remember what happened, I just pretend I didn't because I figured we were suppose to forget."
Trevor gapped, blinking and over again to try and comprehend what she said. "W-"
A loud crash came from the kitchen. The two shared a look, Ryan stood up quickly. "Brandon!"
Trevor waited for her to leave before getting a towel around his waist, following her into the kitchen to be met with just Ryan and a pizza on the stove. "Where'd he go?"
She turned around with a panicked look. "I don't know."
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when i was writing this book, this was my fav chapter to write
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