I decided to be a good child and update. I don't know what Imma do when I run out of pre-typed chapters cuz then imma actually have to think. 

Also thank you to @Random_reader_check for being one of the only people not ghost reading. (There are others too, but my notifications are being annoying so I can't find your names. srry)

Anyway, enough talk. On with the story.

Chapter 3

Quigley

I was working on a map of the neighborhood. There was going to be some exchange students from London coming soon and he had offered to help show them around.

"What cha doing?"

I jumped. Violet had a habit of sneaking up on me like that.

"Drawing," I answered.

"I can see that. What though?" she asked.

"A map," I responded even though I knew she wanted to know what the map was of.

"Quigley, you know what I mean."

"Do I though?" I said knowing she was about to shove me off my chair.

I was right. She shoved me. I made the mistake of trying to hold onto the chair and then the chair ended up coming with me.

"And Quigley Quagmire predicts the future once again," I said getting up.

"What?' Violet asked.

"Never mind," I said. "It's the neighborhood," I told her.

"Huh? What is?"

"The map you asked about."

"Oh."

"Ok, now let's go." We had been planning on going to Chelsea's for dinner.

"I'm supposed to be watching Klaus..."

"Klaus is 15. He can live by himself for a few hours. Besides Duncan and Isadora will be home if he needs anything."

"Fine."

We headed downstairs and across the street to Violets car.

I told her I would drive, but she said she was not doing anything to get me out of trouble because I only had my permit.

The parking lot at Chelsea's was unusually full. We ended up parking across the street and walking over.

The person standing at the front desk was one of Violet's friends Natalie. Those two could talk for hours in end without stopping to breathe and still have more to say to each other.

I really hope our date consists of more than Violet talking to Natalie.

Natalie told us it would be a fifteen minute wait then started telling Violet about what some boy told her at school. Violet said something in response. You would think that then they would move on to a new topic but no, they spent thirteen minutes talking about one word Mike said to Natalie.

"Follow me," Natalie said when there was an open table, before turning back to Violet.

I didn't mean to eavesdrop but they were talking really loud and I happened to hear a few things.

"...that's what I... I think... love... Turner..." Violet said.

This caught me off guard. She loved Turner. Not me. Then why was she even on a date with me in the first place? When we sat down at our table, I waited a minute before getting up.

"I'm going to use the restroom," I told Violet.

The bathroom was one of those stereotypical bathrooms where the men's was a painfully bright blue and the girl's was an even brighter pink. I hate that kind of bathroom.

I studied the boy that stood in the overly shiny mirror. His dark hair was neatly combed through. His eyes stared back, with a look like he knew the fate of the world.

I didn't though. And that scared me. That I could know so much and still feel so small compared to the world. Still have have no knowledge compared to the world.

I turned on the sink and let the water run through my fingers. I splashed water onto my face and dried it with a scratchy brown paper towel.

I pushed open the door. The restaurant seemed so dim compared to the bright glow of the bathroom. When I slid into our booth, Violet smiled at me. That smile that always makes my heart melt. And for one small moment I almost let myself believe that she loves me. That she isn't in love with another guy. That everything would be okay.

Eep. Sorry, I feel like this is kinda rushed. But I have been having  major writers block especially with editing already written stuff. 

I hope it wan't too bad. 

Love y'all, as always. Stay gold, my loves. <3

- Addie