𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 | 4town

𝟣𝟪 | juliet's bronze bosoms

— robaire babineaux, you are a cliché .

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        𝓜aybe it's the lack of sleep, or maybe I should face the peculiar conundrum oscillating around T; he's been acting indifferent since yesterday. The only missing puzzle that I could force to fit in this circumstance is that—maybe he hasn't gotten over the fact that I chose Z, over him; my best friend—over some guy that I'm suppose to despise with every bile in me.

       I stare at him from afar, with my cronies next to me snoring quietly—I couldn't believe that I'd really consider him my best friend. But hey here we are! I remember when we first met and he'd call me his best friend upon barely even meeting me. I don't regret meeting him at all though, I'll give him that. He's probably the first 4town member that I grew really fond of.

   Currently thousands of miles above the ground, we're on our way to the City of Pizzas and Renaissance, and I'm just glad my friends are able to come with me for this tour in Europe. I mean wow, I've never even been to Europe, this is probably going to be the closest i'll get to Paris (for now) and I'm actually thrilled.

  "What is the meaning of this?!" I perked my head up to the sound of my uncle being a damsel in distress.

   "No, no..no!" At this point everyone stopped what they were doing and craned their heads to my very dramatic uncle.

  "Spit it out Jonah." Z groggily reprimands, lifting his silk sleep mask to peek at the commotion.

   "What's this!" He stood up from where he's seated, confused as a deer—he showcased his phone an inch away from my face; it was the pictures taken in Z's tournament. Specifically where he holds me hostage and I had to force a smile for the cameras.

  "It doesn't mean anything unc—"

"Read the headline."

    My eyes squinted in fueled confusion, Aaron Z: 4*Town Member, Rumored to be DATING their Manager's Niece.

Excuse me.

  "WHAT!"

  Standing up from where I'm seated, I snatched his rectangular device off of his hold to read the rest of the article, this is ridiculous!

    "Uncle Jonah I swear this does not mean anything, I don't know who jumped to that conclusion—"

   "Well It doesn't matter now does it! That's what they think! We need to make a diversion." My uncle marched back and forth racking his brain for an idea, at this point everyone was up from their slumber to take a peek at the horror in Uncle Jonah's phone that will curse them for seven years if they don't pass it on to three people.