INVISIBLE STRING ― pedro pascal

- MESSAGES, NEWS & REAL LIFE

6:01AM
MESSAGE FROM:
"UNKNOWN"

UNKOWN
Are you awake?
You should be.
It's happening today.

Willow
What are you talking about
Literally idk what you even mean
I haven't done anything

UNKNOWN
That's what you think.

6:03AM
MESSAGE FROM
"R. Paddington"

R. Paddington
Willow
At your house
Open your fucken door

Willow
I'm not there

R. Paddington
You're still out?
Did you drink?
Willow where are you??
I have Elphaba
Don't want her to die
waiting out here

Willow
Ur lying
Suki wouldn't let you

R. Paddington
Cross my heart
Open the door

Willow groaned, walking over to her apartment door and opening it for her best friend.

"What?" She asked flatly, raising her eyebrows a fraction.

"Good morning, love," he said softly, handing over a small cage. "Obviously couldn't bring the whole terrarium, but I think the little bugger's exactly what you need right now."

"Hm," Willow frowned, tugging the cage into her arms. She peaked inside, smiling down at her little lizard. "Hey, Elpha," she greeted quietly. "I missed you."

"Yes, yes," Robert rolled his eyes. "It's all very cute. D'ya mind letting me in? I didn't fly third class all the way from London for 8 hours last night just to stand out on your porch."

Willow looked up at him sheepishly. "I can't let you in."

"What? Why the hell not? Is the place on fire? Let me in, Will."

"I have someone over."

Surprise flickered across his face. "Pedro? I didn't expect him to grow a pair so fast but good for you—"

"—Not—not Pedro."

"Who?" He watched her for a moment before a stern look settled on his features. "No, Willow don't — oh, you complete buffoon. I'm coming in."

He shoved past her gently, careful not to move the cage too much, and walked straight past the open living room and to the right where the hallway to the bedrooms were.

Willow shut the front door and rushed after him, settling Elpheba on a counter.

"Robert!" She whisper-called after him. "Robert, cut it — no, don't—"

Robert opened the door to her bedroom with a cold smile. "Well, well, well. If it isn't my absolute least favorite person on the planet. Get out of her bed, you muppet, you're not staying here."

"What the fuck?" James' voice was low, he'd just woken up. Anxiety stretched Willow thin from the inside out, pulling and tugging at every strap of reason.

"Robert," she pulled him back from entering the room. "Just—just let him sleep here. Okay? It's fine."

Robert glanced from her to James, scoffing, before noticing something on the nightstand.