Runaway

Chapter 3

The four of you were sat on the floor around the living room table, eating. The guys proposed you some food; even your shyness to impose yourself to them weren't high enough to refuse. You were literally starving.

Richie got the situation quickly explained (not that there was a lot to tell). "And what are you gonna do now?" You put your cutlery back. "Well, I thought checking hospitals..." You suddenly got the idea. "Is there a shop where you can buy sorts of electronic kind of stuff here?"

The three of them looked at you expectantly. You passed your hand at the back of your neck. "If our... vehicle got damaged, she will probably try to repair it by herself."

Jon said: "And her? I mean, she'll try to find you back." You raised your shoulders. Yes, she'll try... But how?

"Anyway, I'll do that this afternoon."

"And after?" You responded Jon by frowning. "After? If you don't find her back. I mean, I wish you do, but... You're not gonna stay in the streets."

"Of course she won't. You'll stay here!" Richie gave you a big smile. You blushed. "Guys I can't. I mean, you already did a lot and..." But after all, they weren't wrong. Where would you go? You didn't have any money to pay for a hotel room. Or food. "Oh come on. I cook well you know." David winked at you and you laughed. "I just don't want to bother you. I already interrupted you, apparently." You gave him back a wink.

"Well, I know what we will do." Jon pointed at David. "You show Richie what we did this morning, and you work on the solo pieces we need to place yet. And me, I help y/n."

Richie squinted and exchanged a look with David. "Deal."

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"If she comes here, could you phone us? I'm really worried." The storekeeper watched both of you suspiciously, the request being unusual, and took the paper where a phone number was written on.

You just came back from two hospitals with Jon, where you gave a physical description of your aunt and her name, to see if she was there. To your relief and your concern that you still haven't found her, none of the hospitals had welcomed her. Just in case, Jon advised you to give them numbers where they could join you if ever. He gave the apartment one.

As you said earlier, you then went to a shop in the neighbourhood where they sold several kinds of electronic merchandise. You submitted your request to the seller.

After studying both of you, he nodded. "OK, I'll do that."

You thanked him and went outside. You sighed. "Well, I don't know what else I can do."

"Change your mind!" You turned to Jon and frowned. "Come, something tells me you'll like it."

He took you three streets further and stopped before a shop. A switched off neon sign formed a big disc, and "LEROY VINYLS" was written in big letters.

"Come."

You actually had to blink twice to process what was in front of you. The walls of the little shop were covered by records, and big boxes were laid a little bit everywhere, filled with discs too.

"There is the first floor too! And in the basement, there are some instruments, the room is isolated, so we can play. I know the guy who works here, he is nice and let us reserve the basement sometimes."

"How did you know? I mean... That I would appreciate that." He smiled. "First, I highly appreciate your t-shirt. And you made a reference to crossed out accords earlier..."

"Jon! Happy to see you mate!"

You both turned to see a guy going down the stairs with a big box. He put it on the floor and took Jon in his arms, greeting him. He then looked at you and moved back his long hair back. He presented his hand to you. "And you are?"