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C h a p t e r N i n e: 𝙳𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚜 𝙸𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎!

- ⚠️ Changes 07/10/2022:
-Changed POV from "I, me, we" to "You,her, (your name)"
-added more MC character building
-fixed some typos
-added two space paragraph begining spacers
-changed any insert designated (letter)/(letter) into [Word]
-Im gonna say Ava (and by default, you) is 23.

-short, as I was a bit lazy, but also didn't know what to do.

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I blinked slowly, eyes feeling heavy as I tried processing my surroundings, only for very cold water to be splashed onto me. Jolting up, muttering some obcenities, I looked around. The restaurant was empty, it was just me, both my fathers, and the worker... Boyfriend... THE BOYS!

I looked around quickly, getting light headed as I expected to see [Name] somewhere in my line of sight, but she was no where to be found. The boys are outside, but I know she wouldn't be out there with them especially since I was passed out on the dirty floor of a restaurant.

"[Name]... Where's [Name]..." "She probably went back to the apartment." "You know how they can get with sound and social confrontaitons, the boys showing up and fighting like that probably overstimualted their brain." I nodded in understanding, a little hurt she wasn't here with me like usually, but I understood she needed time to calm down.

I hummed, thrumming my fingers against the counter as I looked out the window as it rained. She wasn't here when we got back, and I sent her a few calls and texts asking where she was and if she was okay. I did the same when the wether started getting bad, that was an hour ago. Only the first two calls went through, the rest went straight to voice mail, none of my messages were even read.

I know I shouldn't be worried as she use to disappear for days on end, but the last time she did, she came back covered in bruises and bandages, never explained what happened either. Plus, she usually sends something telling at least me that's she at the very least alive.

I waited a bit more, sending a few more calls and texts before the events of today finally caught up to me and I could no longer stay awake. Quickly writing a note, I went to bed with my phone close, knowing I'd jump awake expecting every notification to be her, only for it to be youtube or something.

I woke up, feeling an uncomfortable dryness in my mouth, a sticky dry flavorless feeling in the back of my throat as my tongue stung when I rolled it to get some moisture. Letting out a heavy sighed, I quite literally rolled out of bed, much like [Name]-... Looking over to her side of the bed, it was still untouched save for me for sleeping ontop of the blankets.

Checking my phone, I flinched away, waiting for the stining in my eyes to go away before squinting back at the device... Four in the morning... No messages or calls, but they were read, a few hours ago actually.

Sighing sadly, I pushed myself off the ground, and exited my room to the kitchen, getting my oh so craved, slightly melted plastic cup of mediocre four AM city tap water.

I paused drinking halfway through, seeing the silhouette of a figure or two on the couch... Slightly suspicious, I walked over, only to feel relief flood me seeing the women I've been worrying about for hours.

Furrowing my brows, I looked at the light blue clad man. He was laying mostly on his back, but had a curve so it was facing the edge of the couch. Y/n was mostly laying on him on her stomach, body slightly dipping into the couch with Peirce's arms wrapped securely around her waist. The longer I looked, the more my chest hurt, with a dull but also burning emotional pain. I couldn't tell why, was I happy or mad she was back. Was I happy or mad she took away his attention. Why was I happy or mad about that. Did I want to be [Name] being embraced like that by a tall, strong, and hot guy that was usually aloof and not super interactive, or did I want to be Peirce embracing my freshman year crush like that. So many questions.

I saw those blue eye's of Peirce staring at me with an unfocused glaze to them, watching how he seemed to try and pull the peaceful girl closer to him hurt more, but I still didn't understand why. "She came back." He muttered, his voice husky with just being woken up, which was new since the boys almost never seemed tired.

"I can see that..." "Can I asked you something." He rolled his shoulders, looking back down at the [Color] haired female. "I suppose..." Sighing heavily, he began pulling a blanket up over her bottom half, he pulled her dress up, exposing her back, which was covered in scars from both burns and cuts, none bigger than one or two centimeters wide, but a few inches long, all different angles. A tattoo most hidden from sight, which was good as she got really defensive over it.

  I stared at it sadly, sighing softly. "That's not my place... She'll tell you when she's ready, just don't expect it... I'm going back to bed, goodnight Peirce." I waved him off, taking another look at the pair before going back to my bedroom.