HollyWood Life {R5 FanFiction}

Chapter 34- Twenty Five Miles

Remember Matt from the house Zoey used to live in? If not I suggest going back and reading Chapter 18- Write Your Story

Also if you don't remember Emily and Violet, you might want to go back and read Chapter 22- I Really Don't Care and maybe Chapter 23, as well.

Zoey's POV

"Whatcha doing."

"Oh my Odin," I jumped at the sudden voice, "Ross you scared me. Ross?"

He just was here a second ago. I looked at the ground, since I was perched up on my bunk. He was literally rolling on the ground laughing. Such a child.

"Butt face," I teased him.

"You're the butt face, butt face," he teased back.

"When you two are done making me want to gag, Ross has something to tell you," Grace said passing by.

"My attention is yours," I told him.

"You might want to hurry up, her attention doesn't last long," Grace teased.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Nope."

"Anyways... Grace got a text from your old friend, and he's coming to vist," Ross announced.

"I have old friends," I asked jokingly. Only making myself look bad.

"Some how yes," Grace said, still here, "It's Matt. He's visiting while we're still in London."

At the moment I literally screamed with excitement, of course.

"Now that I'm deaf. Who's Matt," Ross asked.

"Ooh, is Rossy jealous," Grace teased.

"Okay, you're leaving," I said, jumping down from my bunk.

"Where are you gonna take me," Grace questioned.

"I have plans," I pushed her in the back lounge of the bus, "Rocky? Delly? Keep Grace entertained. Okay, bye."

Then I shut the door, and went back to my bunk to talk to Ross.

"What are you doing on your laptop," Ross asked, while he was trying to see the laptop screen as it was laying on my bed.

"What? Nothing. Definitely not writing a Marvel Fanfic. What?"

"We need to get you help."

"You need to get me Loki," I mumbled under my breath.

"I don't even wanna know what you were saying. So.. umm... Who is Matt?"

"Oh, so Rossy is jealous," I teased.

"Am not."

I gave him a skeptical look.

"Whatever. But, really, who's Matt?"

"He's like my brother, Ross. He used to live in one of the same houses as me."

"Oh."

"Yea."

As we sat there talking for a while, we suddenly heard more voices in the bunk. And when you're in the same bus as the same people for 5 months, you begin to recognize voices, and this one was foriegn to me.

"Who's here," I asked.

"Not sure," Ross responded.

We walked to short distance to the front of the bus, which was literally like 2 steps. It'd be nice to be home, and not in a crowed space. Only 1 more month. Focus, on the situation Zoey, focus.