Today Is..

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JB to the side>> (Peyton Meyer is beyond gorgeous)

Laura's POV

I stare into his eyes, not believing he's here. He looks at me with an intense look.

I want to say something but nothing comes out. Ross still hasn't said anything, so we both stand and stare at each other.

"Laura! You won't believe this- the bathroom provides a bar soup that's in a shape of a dove! Isn't that cool? I mean a dove is a little feminine for a men's bathroom but I think it adds a nice tou-"

JB stops his blabbing after he notices Ross and crosses his arms looking at him.

"Bro, can I help you?" He spits out rudely to Ross.

Ross squints his eyes, "Better watch your tone, boy." I almost gasp at the sound of his voice. Not hearing for so long, it has changed.

JB's face gets red and I know he's about to burst.

"Why don't you get the hell away from us before a rip your fucking hea-"

"Jordan." I say, he looks to me with a glare but it softens. He puts his hands on top of his head and takes big breaths and turns away from Ross and I.

Ross raises an eyebrow at me in questioning but I don't say a word.

You all are probably wondering how I ended up in an art show with a 15 year old boy with ADHD and anger issues.

Why don't we rewind a bit.

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June 2nd 2014

"Give it to me I'm worth it, baby I'm worth it, uh huh I'm worth it."

I drum to the beat on the steering wheel.

So far my journey has been steady, everything was going fine and I had unlimited supply of chips with me.

I grab a handful of red Doritos and start munching. But of course when everything is going great- something bad always happens.

My car started to smoke. I pull over and put the hood up, something was wrong with it obviously but I had no clue because I wasn't a car person.

I'm also in the middle of nowhere.

I try and fix whatever is wrong with my car but in the end I don't want to make it any worse than it already is so I give up and sit in my car- eating some more Doritos.

Food is life.

I grab my phone to call some car place but of course- no signal and no data.

What else can happen?

I hear faint shuffling coming my way and I step out of my car looking to see who or what it was.

I squint and see a boy.

Singing and dancing...?

"All I do is win, win, no matter what, what," he sings with his full attention is on the ground.

"Excuse me," I say loudly and he looks up and smiles at me.

"Hi!" He then starts jogging towards me. When he reaches me he looks at my car and starts laughing.

Okay?

"Your car," he says smiling. I nod unsurely, "Yeah.. my car?" I say then add, "Something's wrong with it, I'm not a car person."

He seems pre-occupied looking at his finger.

"Something wrong with your finger?"

He looks up, "Huh?" I roll my eyes, "You finger." I point to it.

"Oh yeah." he examines it ignoring my question.

"Hello? Is something wrong with your finger!?" I say a bit irritated.

"My what?" He says generally confused. I sigh, "Do you know anything about cars?"

He smiles, "Sure do! I'll fix yours right up." he says confidently and moves to my hood.

Psh, alright.

"Not to sound rude or anything, but you literally came out of nowhere and you can barely pay attention, how would you know anything about cars?" I say politely as possible.

"Done." he says closing the hood, my eyes widen, "Your joking, right?" I say.

He shakes his head, "Start her up." I frown and turn my key, the car starts.

I gasp, "How'd you do that?" I ask him. He shrugs, "I know things about cars."

This kid just saved me money and my car. He starts to walk away, "Take care!" He says.

"Wait!" I call out, "Are you trying to go anywhere? Do you need a ride?"

He turns around and smiles, "I'm trying to get back home to Texas!"

"That's where I'm heading, need a ride?" I ask. He looks like he's debating, "I.... uh I don't know... I think I'll just walk."

I laugh, "C'mon, its the least I can do. You fixed my car."

"There wasn't much to fix."

"Look, you look like your what, 13? You can't be wandering about, someone could kill you. It isn't safe."

He narrows his eyes at me, "What makes you think your all that safe? Why would I trust you?"

I chuckle, "I'm just a 18 year old actress on a tv show, if anything- why would I trust you?"

"Why do you trust me? Going in your car? What if I turn out to be a 15 year old trained killer?"

I roll my eyes, "Then I'd prob ask you where you get your training done because I could use some."

He cracks a smile and I smile back.

"You coming or not?"

He walks to my car, opens the passenger car door and buckles up.

"Ready when you are."

I smile and start back on the road.

What a day.

AN:// AHH! Sorry the update took forever! I'm super busy this summer- which sucks. Hope yall enjoyed this!

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-Joedyn