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Chapter 2: Golden Tongue.
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{ELSEWHERE} {TWO WEEKS LATER}
In a room draped in pink. The phone rang.
"Hello." A girl answered, falling backward and slumping her head on a pillow. "What… Troy, what's going on?"
Her body jolted up, her eyes widening.
"Of course." She said, turning, then taking a pen from a drawer and ripping the page of a book that was stationed on the corner of the desk.
She paused, "Wait, how are you going to even get here—"
DONG!
"Coming!"
She got up with her hands tightening around the cell.
DONG!
"Gina, stop pressing and come in!"
She grabbed the pen again, writing down all that was transmuted from the other end.
Gina walked from downstairs, opening the door, "Honey, you shoulda been at Kambalie's, those bop bitches nearly won the battle."
Honey raised a finger to her lips, silencing her.
She walked back, took a seat, then, after a pause of a moment.
"Okay, just… be safe."
Then the call was cut, her hands shivering after lowering it from her ear and turning to Gina, who was now seated, staring daggers beside her.
"It's Troy," Honey said.
"Troy?" Confusion overtook Gena for a moment, but just as quickly, it ended. "Troy, as in—"
"Yes, Troy as in Jesus."
And they laughed.
Gina straightened, "Wait, why's he calling you?"
Honey paused, eyes clouding, "I think he's coming to Forks."
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{ELSEWHERE}
"No, puoi tenere il cambio." Troy, the boy who, two weeks earlier, was being chased by a group of vampires, said to a woman who handed him a baguette, which was wrapped in that morning's newspaper.
"Davvero, oh mio bambino, possa la madre Maria Benedire il tuo—"
"Va bene." He waved her off, biting the piece of bread, while squinting at the sun shining above him.
He had been hiding under a bridge the whole night. And it was only through luck that he didn't wake up to an army of bloodsuckers before it turned morning.
"Taxi!" Troy tapped a cap, rushing when it stopped, then climbing into the backseat, "Portami a Fiumicino."
"Huh?" The taxi driver turned to him.
"Fiumicino… Portami a Fiu—"
The driver grabbed a phone from the dashboard.
"I'm sorry, man, just… talk through the phone, it has a translator."
Troy's eyes widened, "You speak English?"
"Shit, man, I'm black."
And they both laughed at the reply.
"So, where we going?"
"The airport."
And he started driving away, with the cab moving at twice its intended speed.
They arrived at the airport after forty minutes, and now Troy was standing in a line. And when it was his turn, he gave his passport to a lady, who was occasionally making small talk while touching him on the arm and complimenting his physique.
And it was only after Troy mentioned that he was seventeen that she stopped pestering him for his number.
"Can you please allow her to sit there?" An oversized lady said from the left, awkwardly laughing at her eight-year-old daughter, who was constantly grunting under her breath, legs raised while sitting on Troy's seat. "Please, she's always wanted to watch the clouds from the window, look… I'll pay."
She pulled out a purse, at which Troy made no effort to stop her. He was broke, and he had already used up all his savings on an escape in the form of the plane ticket and the baguette he brought that morning.
The woman took out 70 euros, which was far from enough compared to what he paid.
"Per favore," she begged again, "I'll make her switch back when we get to Europe."
Troy sighed under his breath, grabbed the money in her hand, and then took a seat on the chair beside them.
"Grazie."
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{ELSEWHERE}
"But, you've only met him once."
"Yes, but he always helps me out. A lot."
Gena raised a brow, "With wha—"
"He paid for my apartment for the first six months."
"Honey, you're planning to make him live with you; that's wild." Gena threw a pillow toward her, but she caught it. "And ain't he rich or something?"
"No," Honey placed the pillow behind her and then slumped. "He's broke."
Gena just shook her head, her lips unintentionally lifting to a smile, with a finger lifting and pointing toward her.
"You're gonna get pregnant."
And they laughed at the words, with Honey holding her gut, while Gena slipped out of the sofa, falling butt-first to the floor.
"Stop trying to make me reconsider, because I won't," Honey muttered, laughter still lurking in her voice. "He was always there for me when I needed him. Why aren't I allowed to do the same?"
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