at this point, i was done with trying to win matt back. the thought of what fitz said about it just circulated within my head, telling me it won't be a good idea. "wassup, audrey!" mason fist bumped me as he noticed my presence. i'm glad he was here, because when all is over looked, mason can always bring a smile to my face.

swiping my phone out as swagger took off the knights attire that rested on his head, i snatched a picture and saved it as an instagram post to put up later. "seems the gang is all here..." fitz croaked out, his emotions getting the best of him. "except for the convicted criminals." we all hummed and grabbed each other's attention.

"well, let's not focus on that right now." i blurted out, dismissing all of our emotions. "we are here to celebrate the grand lives they lived, right?" everyone bobbed their head in accordance. we all took our shots, not caring about a single thing in the world.

it was difficult to grasp that this was who was left of the misfits and that we could all be drinking in a time like this. then again, sad birds still sing. "shots!" mason's voice rang out, startling everyone at the table except for fitz. he had decided on not drinking. and after my first five i also decided to sit out. my eyes darted to the floor, thinking of home.

matt and mason were completely scuffed, and swagger was only a smidge behind them. "come on, audrey! drink with us!" mason beamed, chugging a beer. my head shook and i got up to head to the bathroom.

opening the door, my eyes laid upon an empty bathroom. good. walking to the stall, i hang my purse on the stall door and closed it. my hands gripped the top, tears streaming down my face. "of course." i frowned and wiped away some of the tears. my sobs continuously got more sonorous as their faces entered my view.

"hello?" someone called. my breath hitched and my eyes shut with force. they didn't speak again, but i heard the click of their heels on the linoleum flooring. pushing open the door, my eyes connect with the other lady. "you okay, hun?" shaking my head, i gazed into the blonde woman's blue eyes.

"ya, i guess. sometimes things just get to messed up." she leaned against the scene and inspected me further. looking to the ground, i watched as her brain was at work.

"wait, i feel like i know you-"

"i stream on twitch." i confessed, knowing i answered too fast. she shook her head and bit her lip slightly.

"no, like... i've seen you somewhere around here before."

my eyes wonder up her figure. "my names, eden." she greeted, sticking out her hand to me.

"my names audrey." i shook it back and she handed me a soft towelette from her bag so i could drain away the fallen tears. "thanks."

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after i had been in the bathroom for far too long, i padded back to the table full of people. matt was complete drained away, drowning in how much alcohol he had. mason was practically racing around the table with his hands on his head. swagger was laughing hysterically as he watched the scene play out when one of the workers scolded mason for causing a ruckus. cam was acting all reserved, having his hands folded in his lap.

sitting beside fitz in the empty seat, his eyes continued to stray away from me, making his uncomfortable essence more obvious that he had hoped. "so, you planning on ignoring me this whole night?" his head turned to me, surprised by my confrontation. "don't think i didn't notice your behavior."

"honestly, i'm not ignoring you." he chuckled, fully facing me. "i just didn't know if you were ready to talk." i nodded in approval, sipping some water i had ordered earlier. "but i guess none of us will ever really be able to talk."

"i think when the time comes we will finally let go, but three months wasn't enough time. not yet." there was no doubt he agreed with me, but i knew he didn't wanna talk about it anymore. "so, what are your viewers thinking about your disappearance?"

he chuckled and leaned back in his chair. "it's normal for them. we're gone for months at a time anyway." his eyes creased as his smile appeared.

"yup. that's what i thought. meanwhile, all of mine are incredibly worried and overwhelmed with me not streaming some random shit." cam narrowed his eyes and went off in his own head.

"w-what exactly do you stream?"

"this is me being sincere, i have no fucking clue. as strange as it might be, people like q and a's. sometimes i'll play some vr games, but that's as technical as it gets." i laughed lowly and pushed my head over my shoulder. "i still watch you guys. i watch past videos you have up of me. even found that one when i passed out and matt had to come check on me." my laughter died down as i saw matt get up from the table and head outside.

"we should follow him out." cam insisted as he stood from the table. following close behind him, i watched as he tucked his phone into his back pocket and how he pulled down his shirt once he shoved it in his pocket. "matt?" cam called after his friend. we found him sitting on the ground with his phone in his calloused hand.

"you okay, matty?" he glared up to us and held his thoughts in his head. "what's up?" he moved his line of eyesight to the road and gulped whatever was gathering in his throat.

"man, i just can't stop thinking of them. i mean, you would think maybe after three months your constant thoughts would dissipate by now, but their faces are always there, clogging my thoughts." sliding down the wall beside him, i leaned my head on his shoulder and watched as cam kneeled in front of matt.

"matt, things like this don't just fall away so easily. someone you loved as family died, and we all take things differently. some people have smaller cups to fill than others." me and cam connected eyes, sharing this warm moment with each other. i watched as the ice in his eyes melted and fell down his cheek. "and some of us have other ways of healing. like alcohol per say. me and audrey, we tend to let it go naturally."

"speak for yourself, cowboy. when did i say drinking wasn't my answer for pain?" i questioned, folding my arms in a sarcastic manner.

"first of all, i know from past experience, your dad doesn't like to have it in the house." fuck. my dad. i almost forgot that he was now controlling my life.

"say, what time is it?"

"almost 11 why?"