I wake up and look at the time on my phone and soon realize that it is dead.
Lovely. A great start to my day...
FUCK.
Omg omg omg. My mom.. She must be PISSED.
This is awesome, even better..
I got up and I stepped on something quite squishy and familiar to a humans body.
"Aye. Watch it beautiful." Someone says.
Where was I? Who's room was I in??
"Umm.."
He raises his head from the sheets and faces me.
"Oh, hi." I say smiling.
"One question.. How did I get into these clothes..?" I ask.
"I put them on you, but don't worry.. I didn't look at anything. I swear."
"Umm.."
"There's breakfast downstairs. Ricky is cooking."
"Thanks." I respond.
I continued to go down the stairs and on the corner of my eye I saw someone cooking breakfast.
"Good morning sunshine." Jc says.
"Mornin'" I respond still yawning.
"Do you guys happen to have a charger anywhere?" I said flashing my dead phone.
"Maybe. What kind of phone do you have?"
"The iPhone 5s.."
Coming down the stairs I saw a small boy walk down the stairs.
"I do." He says.
He hands me the charger and smiles.
"Thanks, and you are?"
"Trevor, you?"
"I'm Dylan." I smile back.
I continue breakfast the same as any other day and then my phone turns on.
Omg. 21 messages...
I'm screwed.
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Our story -- o2l fanfic
FanfictionDylan Rory is 18 years old and her favorite thing to do it skateboard. That is almost taken away by a fatal accident that had involved her and her sister. She overcomes this when a boy named Jc Caylen came along to her rescue. But, so did Kian Lawle...
