058 - Mi Gusta El Viento

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Me Gustas Tu - Manu Chao


Present

Y/N's POV:


"That place isn't a fucking Mansion, that is a Castle made for the fucking Greek Gods", I say breathlessly as I finish climbing over the gate.

John b remains silent.

So, we found the gold, but it's in a safe that we can't open.

How fucking fun.

I sigh and put a hand on my friends back, "It's gonna be okay John b" I tell him as we slowly walk back to the Hotel

He huffs, "When? When is it gonna be alright?" He raises his voice slightly out of frustration

"I don't know" I tell him honestly

"I really miss my Dad, Y/N" He tells me softly

"I know you do"

"What if he really is dead?" He asks me

I shrug, "Only one way to find out John b, and even if he isn't hopefully you'll gain some sort of closure for it"

He turns to me with a soft smile, "In times like these I'm jealous of your future children"

I suck in a sharp breath, trying not to think of what I could be helping Miles with if he were still here and if he were our age.

"Mhm" I hum in response to him

"You'll make a great Mom one day"

Please stop.

"Mhm"

"Y/N?"

I lift my head up to John b, "Yeah?"

"You okay?" He asks confused

I nod my head, "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

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"Sarah is gonna be so pissed at you" I say as we walk back up the driveway to the fancy Hotel.

The Sun is already up and the town is already buzzing with people.

"Me? Why me? You came with me" John b says

I roll my eyes, "You forced me against my will"

He scoffs, "I did not"

I shrug with a small grin, "Sarah doesn't know that"

"You're a terrible person" He tells me as we near the entrance

"Tell me something I don't know-"

"You're a leg short, bro" A girl that's sitting against a pillar tells us.

I look down at my legs.

Nope, they're still attached. 

Me and John b look at each other confused but keep walking, ignoring the girl.

"You looking for Sarah?" She stands up off the pillar and moves closer to us.

We stop and look at the her confused.

She has darker skin and braids in her hair and she's twirling a knife in her hands.

She looks very familiar.

"She's gone" She tells us.

Oh fucking Christ on a cross.

"What?" I ask 

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