You love me? - skephaloAU-

Chapter 22

So! Hi am going to have no ones pov.
(3rd point of view) So let's see how this going to go :)

Yeee let's goooo back to the story yayyy

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Darryl woke up to the sun peering into the living room. He slowly got up and rubbed his eyes " what time is it?"He sleepily said , he yawned. His gazed went towards the front door. Then suddenly the memories of the night before came flooding in. Tears ran down from  Darryl eyes. He wiped them away quickly " stop crying" he muffled to himself. He got up and headed to his kitchen. He got some pancakes mix, he cooked himself breakfast. He sat down at the table, a full plate of pancakes.
His stomach grumbled, it echoed though the house. Making it evident that he was quite hungry. He took a bite out of his pancakes. " mhm" he grinned

Once he was finished with his pancakes, he got the dirty dish and cleaned it. He went upstairs to his room quietly, not wanting to disturb Zak. Afraid of what might happen if he did wake Zak. Darryl closed his bedroom door quietly. He sat down at his desk and turned on his computer.
The sun shinned though the curtains , making Darryl not see a thing. " stupid sun," he got up and closed the curtains quickly. Which  made a loud noise,
"Stupid curtains" Darryl muffled, he kicked his dirty clothes, he yelled " stupid Zak!" His clothes were kicked far from were the were before. He huffed, he sat back down in his chair. He put his hands round the back of his neck. " ugh" he sighed. He looked up at his computer, he fixed his eyes onto a message he got. He quickly went to see who it's was from. Hoping it was Zak apologizing, for being rude.

He opened his messages, seeing it was from " Will?" He smiled shyly, he looked happy. He read the message
' hey Darryl how have you been?' Wills message read out. Darryl giggled to him self. He typed a few words, he sent Will a message ' am doing alright! What about you :)" the message was read. Darryl intensely watched wills icon typing. Will sent the message
' am fine!! So how is everything going? Since you moved into the house your parents bought?' Darryl sighed
He looked at his bedroom door, he started to tear up. He aggressively wiped away his tears, mad at himself for crying over someone like Zak.

Darryl wanted to answer Will back, but Darryl say he had a message from his mother. He clicked and saw the message pop up ' hey Darryl sweetie! You know that maid named Mrs R?'
He read the message, thinking the worst... Mrs.R meant the world to Darryl. What could have happened?

' yes I do know her.. what about her?' He typed, his mother icon typed. Suspense killing Darryl, he sat there look at his mother's icon. He started to bite  his nails, ' well her husband passed away, and she wants us to attend the funeral. She whats  you to come'
Darryl reread that message multiple times. he couldn't believe it! Only one thought repeated in his head, is Mrs. R alright?
Darryl asked his mother when the funeral was, in about a week.
He sighed, he leaned back. He looked towards the ceiling he worried about Mrs r..

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Soo anyways I had this fanfic all planned out... but I kinda went a little bit of track... hahah... Mrs.R husband wasn't supposed to die.. but I want someone to die. Well see you guys in a while :)