#ft. saintswrite

One clink. Pause. A second clink. Pause. No sound the third time as the rock didn’t hit anything. His aim was starting to become terrible as the seconds went by, not like he cared. Well actually, he did care and a lot too! The whole point of him throwing the rocks was to get her attention. “Trinity,” he whispered-yelled her name, rocks shaking a tad in his anxiety ridden hands. “Trin, I know you hear me.” His free hand reached for his phone in his back pocket, ready to text her and tell her to wake up. He needed her for this very serious and very important moment. He tried to turn his phone on, hoping to be met with the bright light of his lockscreen of him and Ruby ( he should probably change it ), only for it not to come on. “Are you serious--” It was dead, of course it was dead. “Does the world hate me or something?” P.J. said, sniffling as he shoved his phone into his pocket once again. He really has to do this the old fashion way, huh. “Trinity, open your fucking window!” With his final rock in hand, he threw it at the window with a bit more force. It did the trick as it made a louder sound before, P.J. flinching just a bit. Hopefully it doesn’t wake up Bernice Washington, he doesn’t need the older woman on his back right now.