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“I’m supposed to be there by nine, but if you’re busy I can call a cab.”

She mentions Tony coming too and I flush a little.

“I mean, I’m not really that good at playing guitar, just mediocre, like, you might not like it.” The whole sentence comes out abruptly, like one word.

TONY AND CAY RP PART 3 BARBARA'S pov: I felt my eyes growing wide in curiousness' as I listened to the news, and I asked Cay happily: "Performance at the bar? And what's that about? Are you a talented girl and you didn't tell me a thing about it, Cay? How could you? Tell me everything about it right now!"

I blushed at the gush of compliments.

“I wouldn’t say talented, I can play a guitar and sing well, and occasionally I’ll act, but that’s really it, ma’am.” I reply, feeling a bit timid.

“My father taught me to play from age 12, and I loved it.”

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TONY AND CAY RP PART 3 BARBARA'S pov: I felt my eyes growing wide in curiousness' as I listened to the news, and I asked Cay happily: "Performance at the bar? And what's that about? Are you a talented girl and you didn't tell me a thing about it, Cay? How could you? Tell me everything about it right now!"

I blushed at the gush of compliments.

“I wouldn’t say talented, I can play a guitar and sing well, and occasionally I’ll act, but that’s really it, ma’am.” I reply, feeling a bit timid.

“My father taught me to play from age 12, and I loved it.”

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I blushed at her comment.

“Well, um, I actually planned to swim at the beach today, and there’s a performance at the bar that I’m getting paid for.” I explain, hiding my embarrassment.

“Do you think you and Tony would want to come to the beach?”

I felt a little silly asking, but the excitement I had for the day Shut most of that out.

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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I woke up to the sound of Tony's voice. I closed my eyes a few times, trying to blink the sleep away. I coyld understamd what he said, but I was still half asleep, and on the verge of deliriousness, so I just rolled over and closed my eyes again. 

Tony left the room, and I could hear his light footsteps going down the hallway.  I checked the clock, which read 4:45 AM. 

Sure,  it was early, but I had a big day today, and lots of things to do. 

I stumbled into the kitchen, grabbing one of the shopping bags I had left there. I pulled out a white shoulderless blouse and a red skirt. Then I took it back to the guest room, pulling off my clothes and hopping into the shower.

 By the time I was done getting dressed, doing my makeup and putting my hair up it was 6:30. I glanced at myself in the mirror. 

I felt beautiful, for once. Back home I never really got the chance to wear fancy clothing, unless it was a wedding or some sort of party. And nkw that I had the chance, I realized how fun it was.

I stumbled into the dining room again, grabbing a cup from the cupboard and fillingw it with water, and taking a sip, watching the sun come into full view through th window.

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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He walked towards me, and I felt confused, unril he pulled me into his arms and made me rest on his chest. 

He was warm, and I curled into the embrace even more,  wiping my tears away. He did care. It surprised me to no end how much of a mystery Tony could be sometimes, but underneath all of that he wasn't cold. Just misunderstood.

I grabbed the quilt of the bed, pulling it over us for a little more warmth before wrapping my arms around his torso. After a while my eyss closed, and I fell asleep.

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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“No, it’s the opposite of that.” I took a deep breath in.

Are you ready to tell him?

“I haven’t felt at home since my mother left.” I started, clenching my fists.

“You see, she was a liar. When my dad got her pregnant she had lied about being on birth control. She was a good mom for about a month, until my dad asked why she lied. Her answer was that she’s knew she’d get child support money. After that she started to drink, but she also had full custody of me. We used to spend nights at random people’s houses.” 

I stopped for a second, ready to tell him the worst part.

“And then, once my dad got full custody she started doing meth. She already had bipolar and depression. She’d sleep all day after she picked me up, or sometimes she wouldn’t show up at all. She began wasting away. In fact, the last time I saw her, her face was sunken in, her nails were yellow and brittle, she was thin as a stick,” 

“Then, when I was in 4th grade she left, never to be seen again.”

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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Newt: From now on,we will be using code names. You can adress me as Eagle One. Leta, code name— Been There, Done That. Tina is— Currently Doing That. Percival is— It Happened Once In A Dream. Credence, code name is— If I Had To Pick A Dude. And Jacob is— Eagle Two.

Jacob: Oh thank god

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Non-serious stuff about Balem leaves me in tears😂

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I relaxed a little bit, letting my legs go limp on the bed ad wiping my tears away.

“I’ve just been so lonely,” I whisper, locking my eyes with his. “I feel so lost all the time.” I explain.

A few tears rolled down my face.

“I just— I need a home. Somewhere I can feel safe.”

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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As soon as I heard Tony's voice I jumped up, pulling my knees to my chin, rocking back and forth. 

"N-no." I managed to gasp out, hiding my face in shame.

I checked the bedside clock. It read 12:20. 

"I'm sorry for what I said. I'm a bitch, Tony, I'm so sorry."

More tears rolled out as I said it, coming down like hot and sticky waterfalls. I thought about everything. Tony wasn't the only person in the wrong. I had done wrong too.

"I'm sorry." I gasped out again, breath still shaky.

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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I let Ms. Barbara lead me to the guest room. It was huge. A king-sized bed, covered with silk sheets sat in the middle. After almost a half hour of checking in on me Barbara went to bed, as did Tony. Once I was almost positive nobody was awake I started to cry. Anxiety hit me like cold water. My breathing became erratic, and I felt like I was fighting for air. Hot tears dropped down my face. I let out an uncontrollable sob. This was a panic attack. I just kept on crying, quieting my screams into a pillow and hoping nobody heard.

It felt like I was drowning.

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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New Cay was slowly crumbling down. Pride has never been a problem of mine, usually I can’t admit that i’m wrong and move on, but this was different. My stomach turned into a pit, and I felt a small is I was going to vomit, but, nonetheless, I poked at the salad for a bit, chewing it before spitting it out into a napkin.

I’m positive that if I eat I’ll vomit.

My glance kept shifting over to Tony. This whole situation was a big mess. I felt my eyes go blank and I stared at a random spot on the carpet mindlessly, refusing to make eye contact.

“I—I’m really not that hungry.”

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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A pang of jealousy hit me in my rib cage when he mentioned Jake. He sounded so cold. I understood that he didn’t want me here, but it hurt anyways.

“Listen, um— Ms. Barbara, I’m real tired, and um, not very hungry...” I started, trying in vain to lie and seem convincing all at once. “I think I could do with an early night, ma’am.” I finish, looking at her From across thse table. 

Seal the lie, make it believable.

I dropped my voice to a whisper.

“Girl problems.”

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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I thought about what he had said.

“No, for about a week I spent my life as a train wreck, getting drunk, crying and sleeping with strangers. Then, as fate would have it, you’re mother found me at a bar, picked me up and gave me something to be happy about again. Never in a million years would I have thought you were her son.” When I said this I softened my gaze a bit. I didn’t want Tony to think I hated him, but what happened still hurt. 

It was almost funny how quickly I had changed for him, still harboring feelings, but  also keeping that kind of reckless hope that I had about him.

“Um— But what have you been, um, up to?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

PART 2 - Barbara's POV - Slightly and disinterestedly I shook my martini's glass to play with the olive inside it,eyes low on it's movement for a second before to look up,arranging my vivid red hair, letting out a tiny sigh before to bring the glass to my lips and take a sip.That damn city was quite boring sometimes,and I was thirsty for something new to thrill me,looking around while taking a cigarette drag.And it was when something catch my attention, a girl arguing with the barman ahead...

I looked at the bartender in anger and frustration, giving him a death glare that could kill. 

I’d been a mess for the past two weeks. No one to talk to, no one to care about.  Sometimes I slept through the whole day. Less time awake meant less time in reality. I barely had enough ambition to dress myself properly and put my face together. I only ever wore button-down shirts with black cotton shorts. My hair had been done in a messy bun, with two curled strands of hair on either side of my face. I was as far away from composed as I could be.

“Listen, sir, I’ll say it one more time,” I said,gritting my teeth. “I’d like a shot of Patrón Tequila.” 

He just shook his head again.

“Sorry, sweetheart but we don’t serve underage girls.” He said, making my blood boil.

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Hey, it's your last anon. Thank you so much for kind words, it makes me feel better to know I'm not all alone on this, and I really hope you're doing fine now. As for the ship, can I get a Redmayne's ship, please? Thank you

You are so welcome dear! 💞

I thought for a while about this ship... And I ship you with Eddie Kreezer! 

Eddie is alright with the fact that you’re a bit of a wanderer, as he’s a bit of one himself. I feel that Kreezer would try to give you a home in little ways at first, but as he gains courage he’d definitely be more bold about his feelings!

This ship includes:

Road trips, lots of laughing and a feeling of being at home. ❤️