Chapter 7: Oh My God
"Hey BFF, how you doing today?" Kristina asked as she entered Rosalina's room after school the next day. She sat down in the chair next to Rosalina. "The doctor said nothing's changed with you, don't take too long with this, I need you. I don't know what to do about Ricky, he was being super sweet to me today and he said he'd eat lunch with me but he never showed up! Ugh I hate boys, well except our boys, we got lucky girl. Those boys have not left the waiting room, only to go to school. Thomas has been really sweet to me, staying over because I've been having trouble sleeping and he ate lunch with me today after Ricky cancelled. Well, I'll give you a break from my venting and give you some time to wake up. I love you Rosalina."
"Good talk with your girl?" Thomas asked when Kristina walked out of Rosalina's room. A few tears were on her face and she quickly wiped them away.
"Yeah, even though she's not conscious, it still helped." Kristina said with a smile. "It just sucks when I'm having boy problems and she can't help me out. I miss her Thomas. What if she doesn't make it out of this? I can't not have my best friend."
"Hey come here bud," Thomas said, pulling Kristina into a hug. She started to cry into his chest as he smoothed down her hair. "It's all gonna be okay, Rosalina's going to make it out of this and then she'll always be there to help you with your boy problems. But for now, I'm here if you wanna talk about boys. I'll even talk in that annoying high pitch Rosalina can do."
"Haha you're the best Thomas, you know that?" Kristina laughed, looking up at him. He blushed and ran his fingers through his short hair.
"So I've heard." He winked. "I'm going to go in and talk to Rosalina for a few and then we can go for a walk and you can complain about how much the male species sucks, sound like a plan?"
"Sounds perfect, I'll be waiting." Kristina smiled. Thomas walked into Rosalina's room and sat down.
"Hey Poopy, wow, it's weird calling you that and not getting a 'shut up' and a slap along with it. I surprisingly miss it, come back to us, we all miss you. Especially Kris, she's having a hard time with all of this. And you're the first one I'm going to tell this to, so feel special, but I like her, like I like her like her. Like I want to be her boyfriend and spoil her like her. Like I… awh screw it, I think you get it. But I want to ask you if I can ask her out. And I promise I will treat her the way she deserves to be treated. So I guess I'm asking for your blessing as her best friend so if you say yes, just lay there…okay thanks Rosalina, I love you!" Thomas said, quickly kissing her cheek. He went back out in the hallway and the two started to walk.
Later that day…
"So this is where it happened?" Grace asked as she stood at the corner where Rosalina was hit with Qaasim, Victoria, and David.
"Yep, only 3 days ago." Qaasim said.
"It looks like a normal street corner, but it will never be just a normal street corner again." David sighed.
"There's not even like one piece of evidence here either, what the heck?" Victoria said, looking around the busy New York corner. "Hey wait, you guys see those tire tracks over there? They look like skid marks."
"No way, those are definitely tire tracks from a Thunderbird." Qaasim said, examining the tracks just off the sidewalk where they were standing. "That's like my dream car; I'd know these tracks anywhere."
"Hey, you think this was the driver's invitation?" Grace kneeled beside Qaasim and picked up a white invitation card sitting under a trash can. She opened it and read it aloud. "2nd Annual Male Pattern Baldness Awareness Ball?"
"Well that just sounds like a grand ole time, eh?" David joked, flipping his shaggy hair out of his eyes.
"But that's a good start, let's go to where that ball was held and go from there." Victoria suggested. Everyone else nodded in agreement and they headed to the banquet hall a few blocks away. When they arrived, they saw a valet sitting in the lobby of hotel. He looked to be about their age and he was reading a book behind the counter of his valet desk. He looked up from his book when he heard the foursome approaching.
"Oh hey, how can I help you guys…holy crap, you're Victoria Justice!" The boy exclaimed, his eyes widening. Victoria blushed and David put his arm around her protectively.
"Yeah I am." Victoria smiled weakly. "We were wondering if you could help us out."
"Well anything for the prettiest girl on TV." The boy smiled.
"Hey, back off bud, she's mine." David said, pulling her closer to him.
"Oh…oh I'm sorry. What can I help you guys with?"
"We were hoping you could confirm if a Thunderbird was here at all on Friday night. I'm assuming you guys have records of that kind of stuff?" Qaasim asked.
"Uh yeah, I can check for you." The boy said, starting to type on his computer. He turned the screen so the four of them could see it. "We have one on record for Friday night, and this is the driver we have on file."
"Oh my god." The four of them all gasped at the same time.
