A/N: Bien venito to another chapter of I Fell for the Bangs! Quarantine is no fun walk in the park (actually, we can't even walk in the park so) lmao. But we'll get through this! (Yeah I feel like I'm repeating myself). Aaand we have SIX FRICKEN REVIEWS YASSSS!
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19- Fake Passports
Tam brushed his hand through my hair and gently pulled away. He stared into my eyes with a hint of a smirk slipping into his expression. "C'mon," he extended an arm around my waist and pulled me against him. "Let's go back inside and work on what to do next."
We walk back indoors and indeed my magic was working. The heating was fully functional once again.
I pull back from Tam and give him a playful glare.
"What?" he scoffs as I trudge over to the mini fridge still wearing the same sly grin on my cheeks.
I snort and open it, bending down to peer inside. "You used to be a part of a weird gang-cult thing, and yet you can't even fix the fricken heating!"
"Hey, being a mechanic never came with the job," I hear him retort.
Cool wind blasted into my face. I scan the options and scowl. "What the heck? Tam, there's nothing to eat!" I whine, closing it and then snapping the fridge door open again after one second had passed.
Tam raised an eyebrow and stomped over. He pointed at the measly bag lying on its side next to a few cans of Mountain Dew. "What are you talking about?"
I resist the urge to tackle him. "Is this your definition of food? 'Cause I see three soda cans, two of which are already opened, and a half eaten bag of Cheetos. This is your freaking bunker! Aren't you supposed to have a stash?"
Tam rubbed his neck with a sigh. "Must've been them," he muttered. "I told them to restock the damn thing."
"Who are them?" I ask, staring at the empty contents of the fridge.
Tam opened his mouth to answer, but a sharp knock sounded at the door. "Stay here," he sighed. "I'll check."
I close the mini fridge and stand there, watching as Tam unlocked the door and opened it. Three figures in full black bodysuits were looming over the door. I gasped. Oh god who were they? They definitely looked shady to me.
I reached into the fridge and, with as much energy as I could possibly gather, I rip the cap off the Mountain Dew can. It was sharp and a viable weapon.
I pressed my back to the wall and slowly crept up behind Tam, ready to fight, when they pulled off their hoods. A brunet girl and two blond guys entered the house. The girl exhaled and threw herself on the armchair. "God, that was tiring," she groaned.
Tam slammed the door and locked it, but his eyes were glued to one of the guys. "Why'd you bring him?" His voice was laced with disgust.
The brunet girl blinked. "Tam, seriously, don't make a big deal out of it. He was going through some sh*t and needed a place to crash," she protested.
Tam's hand was still on the door. "I tell you you can bring anyone and stay here as long as you need to, just don't bring him," he speaks deliberately. "And you did."
Still holding the sharp soda cap from the Mountain Dew in my hand, I walk over to the main area. "Um, am I missing something? Tam, who the heck are they? I thought you worked alone or whatever."
Tam ignores me, his cold gaze still on the guy.
"Dude, please," the guy begged, turning around to face Tam. His ice-blue eyes were soft and vulnerable. My eyes widened as I realized who he was. The person Tam was glaring at with so much hatred was Keefe.
"Keefe?" I gasp. "What are you doing here?"
"Sophie?" Keefe gaped. "I could ask the same thing."
We stared at each other and I shuffled my feet nervously as Keefe rubbed the back of his neck. Awkward. I mean, we agreed to stay friends and all, but... I mean, we still kissed. It still happened. A hot blush crept up on my cheeks. Dang it! Why do I blush all the time?
That was when Tam snapped out of it. "Sophie? What are you talking about? How do you know Keefe?"
I broke the stare with Keefe and turned to Tam, running my hand through my hair, a few strands flying awry. "We... had an accidental meet," I mumble. Not like I'm gonna tell him I kind of cheated on him.
"In Abrahm," cut in Keefe, nodding briskly.
The brunet girl raised an eyebrow questioningly. "During your 'errand'?" she guessed.
"Yup," Keefe answered, staring down at his worn out sneakers.
I threw my hands up in exasperation. "Anyone care to enlighten the clearly clueless person in the room?"
The brunet girl stood up and pushed her hair back behind her shoulders. "Ugh, did you pack any hair clips?" she asked the other blond guy.
"Nope, sorry, Emora," he informed her. Emora. Who was she? The brunet girl- Emora- turned her razor sharp gaze onto me, scanning me with appraisal. "Sophie, right?" she assumed.
"Yeah, that's me," I confirm.
She walks around me in a creepy way.
"Hey, what're you doing?" I turn to keep in time with Emora's movements but end up dizzy. I give up and step out of her encircling, sitting down on an arm of the armchair, knees up pressed against my chest. I cock my head to the side, staring at everyone in the room.
Tam hopped on the other arm of the chair. "They've been staying at the bunker for a while," he explained. Then he turned to face the others. "How long have you been going without a proper food supply?"
"Eh, just a few days," the blond guy whose name I don't know put in, rummaging through a sack he'd dropped to the floor.
"Any chips in there?" Keefe asked him.
"Nope," the other replied sadly, rifling through some papers. "Aha! But I did find some fake papers for ya," he took out a couple of official-looking passports and came to me and Tam. "Here," he handed the stack of passport like cards to Tam, who promptly flipped through them.
"Perfect," he shrugged. "Only thing is we need our pictures on there, Avery."
The guy- Avery- nodded. "That won't be a problem." He returned to the bag and took out an old camera, rubbing the lens with some kind of wipe, sliding it back in. "There we go. Okay, now we'll need some kind of green screen."
"Curtains?" I suggest, pointing to some white curtains hanging on the miniature refrigerator.
"They're kinda used, but I guess they'll do," Avery replied, grabbing them off the fridge and examining them, poking dust mites off. He then props it behind the armchair using some kind of double-sided tape. "Now, no smiling."
That won't be too hard for Tam, I think, smirking to myself.
"One at a time," he added. I slid off the chair and walked behind Avery, squinting at Tam. "Yeah, a little to the right," Avery insisted.
"Don't you think left would be better?" I muse.
"Are you the forging photographer here?" Avery asked me in a very serious tone.
I snort. "Um, what?"
"Then step back and let me handle this," Avery retorts.
I roll my eyes and walk back to where Emora's standing. She flicks her hair back and shrugs at me. "Don't worry, Avery's not usually like that," she explains. "He just really likes to get into character." For emphasizing, she rolls her eyes.
Avery holds out his hands cupped into a squarish form and tilts them sideways, trying to find the best angle. Tam's eyelids are lowered a little, probably in impatience. "Mmm, yeah, that's perfect!" Avery declares. He returns to the camera and snaps a couple of photos. "Okay, get off now," he instructs Tam, and gestures for me to take his place.
"Remember, serious face," Tam reminds me.
I roll my eyes and playfully smack his arm as I make my way over to the armchair. "Okay, what now?" I raise a brow mockingly. "I don't know what to do. After all, I'm no professional forging photographer," I rollick every syllable.
Avery tuts. "That was not necessary," he reprimands me. "But," he stroke a pose. "I am pretty much professional at my job." He points to the armrest. "Sit there. Yeah. Just like that. Now, no, don't smile, I'm telling you, smiling confuses the- yup, like that. Stay exactly in that position. Don't twitch a muscle."
Avery squints and bends down to the camera's level, pressing the button a few times. "Okay, that's about done now."
I release a sigh and stretch my arms, a bone or two cracking as my limbs stretch. "Phew," I roll my neck, "that was exhausting."
I stand up quickly and join Tam and Avery behind the camera.
Avery studies each picture individually, as if he was trying to find the most minor mistake in them. "I'll go upload these to my Chromebook rightaway," he announces after like three minutes of him flipping through the photos of us.
"Can you give us an estimate time until the passports'll be ready?" Tam asks, which was exactly what I was wondering.
Avery shrugged. "If I get a move on, then I guess by tomorrow afternoon. It'd usually take me a week or two, but I already have a couple printed, we just need to attach the photos."
Tam nodded, relief appearing on his face. "That's actually pretty good," he admits. "Could you hurry up, though? Sophie and I can't get out of the bunker unless we've got a death wish." He grits his teeth in frustration.
Avery nods knowingly. "The cops?"
Tam shook his head. "Even worse."
Avery grimaces, running a hand through his hair, the curly strands brushing his ears. "God, don't tell me they got involved with Sophie."
"Oh, they did," Tam replies grimly. "They did. My fault but what can we do now?"
Avery bites his lip, which had a silver ring pierced through. "Right. I'm sorry, man."
Tam shrugged. "All good but can you seriously hurry up?"
Avery nods quickly. "Y-yeah, of course." He unclips the camera from the stand, which he folds and sets back into his bag.
That's when Keefe pipes up. "So, what about the food?"
A/N: ... Do I have anything to say?
Logical Part of my Brain: No, not really.
Emotional Part of my Brain: Well, you could drag it on a little by thanking your readers :).
SO, I wanna thank you guys (times infinity) for reading this! Even though now a big contribution towards that is the fact that you're all super bored and don't know what else to do lol. *sends virtual hugs to everybody* We'll get through this!
