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3 - Van Rides Suck

Y/N POV

What am I supposed to do? God, this car ride is insufferable. I don't know what I'm supposed to say or do!

I glance over at Ash. He's vibing to some music that his air pods are playing. He caught me looking at him and smiled at me. That smile is so sweet, how the hell is it so sweet?!

He took out one of his air pods and gave it to me. I hesitated on taking it but my stress and boredom got the best of me so I reluctantly took it and put it in my ear. The song was nice. It was quite honestly beautiful.

I was never one for trumpets used for indie pop but, it wasn't bad at all. My brain was filled to the brim with unanswered questions. Some questions I had I was sure I would never get the answer to. I knew it was just a matter of time until I knew the answer to other questions.

My finger tapped my leg as I listened intently to the melody. Trying desperately to not start having a full-blown sob in front of these incredibly attractive men.

I perked up when I heard Wilbur start to talk to Charles in the front seat. I couldn't really hear what they were saying, but it made my throat dry up. I looked back over at Ash. I don't really know why, but I saw him giving me his air pod as him giving me an olive branch. I now trusted Ash with my life.

Why wouldn't I? He was the only one who had properly been nice to me! I mean, it's not like the other were straight up rude. But at least Ash acknowledged my existence in the car! The man who bought me didn't even seem to care I was here.

I stared out the window and after an awful 10 minuets we pulled up to a house. "we're here" Wilbur said, turning and staring at me.

The eye contact we made was awful. I couldn't read him. Did he want me to be here? Did he hate me? What were their intentions with me, exactly?

We all slipped out of the van and I immediately thanked my God, Ariana Grande, for giving my legs freedom.

"Well Y/n, this is your home now" Joe told me. I slowly nodded and stared up at the house. Did they all live here together? I looked over at Ash and he was listening to what Wilbur and Charlie were talking about, whatever that was anyways.

"Come on, Y/n! I'll show you the place" Joe told me. I nodded and followed him inside. Mark trailed behind us, my bag in his arms.

"Alright, this is the upstairs. It's not much. A bedroom, office, and then bathroom" Joe explained the layout to me. I nodded, not really paying that much attention to what he was saying. Why should I pay attention when I can just explore the place later tonight?

The downstairs was way bigger than the upper floor. "Okay so, you got the kitchen, living room, another office, studio, and another bathroom" Mark told me.

I quickly realized that there was only one room with an actual bed in it. "So, do you guys all live her or something?" I asked. "Oh, no. This is Charles' place" Joe explained. "But you will see us here very often" Mark added, plopping down onto the couch.

My hand moved up to my ear as I quickly realized I still had Ash's earbud in. It was still playing music too. "Sorry, I got to go see Ash and give him his air pod back" I told them before walking out the door and hunting down Ash.

It wasn't hard to find him since he was right where he was before I went into the house. Charles walked past me and it gave me the chills for no reason what so ever.

I ignored the feeling and walked over to Wilbur and Ash. "Ash, you forgot this" I told him, taking out his air pod and handing it to him. "I didn't forget it, it just looked like you needed some music" Ash told me. "God, can Charles get anymore stupid?" Wilbur grumbled.

He quickly looked down at me. "Sorry for seeming like such a bitch. I'm usually not like this" Wilbur told me. I nodded, "Same here. I'm never this quiet. I usually have people begging me to shut up" I replied.

Will smiled at me, amused by my words. I glanced back at Ash and handed him his air pod back. "I'm okay now" I told him. He nodded and put it back in his case.

"I'm going to fucking murder Charlie" Wilbur mumbled, staring back at Charlie who was talking to Joe on the porch. "I'd help" Ash replied. "Why? What's up?" I asked. "He's just being an arsehole" Wilbur told me. "Okay, how?" I questioned.

"He just piles more things onto us. He keeps making more and more tour dates while we're struggling to write our new song" Ash explained.

"You guys are a band?" I asked. "Yeah. Lovejoy" Wilbur said. Lovejoy. "Like Killjoy?" I asked. Will raised an eyebrow, "What joy?" "Killjoy. It's a comic" I replied. "Hm, I'd love to read it sometime" Will said.

TIME SKIP

All the boys left so it was just me and Charles. "Alright, I got you a blanket and there are a bunch of pillows around" Charles told me, pointing to the pillows scattered around the living room's couches.

I nodded, "Okay." Charles nodded and stared at me, as if he was lost in thought. He was so much more awkward than the rest on the guys.

I mean, sure it was just completely awkward at first but after half an hour we warmed up to each other. But with Charles it's like being stuck in a room with the weird uncle. "Alright, well, good night" he said, turning off the light and leaving the room.

At that exact moment, my stomach growled. I hadn't eaten at all today. Could I go to the kitchen for some food? I mean, this is sort of my house now.

I decided against it. I don't have enough input on Charles. I don't know how he'd react if I were to get food right now. I crawled onto the couch and pulled the blanket over me. I curled into a ball. I wanted to go to sleep, but there was too much on my mind.

My eyes were wider than ever as I tried to piece together something that made sense. Did they all buy me or just Charles? How the hell am I going to live now?

As I thought my mind wondered to running away and as tempting as that thought is, I would never forgive myself for doing that. I would always ask myself "What if I stayed?" My mind would be plagued with the question for the rest of my life! Besides, did I even have a chance if I went out on my own? No.

My eyes started to get glossy. Then I started to cry. I tried so hard to stop crying and act like I know what's going on but, I'm scared.

I don't know where I am. My mom sold me for God knows how much. I'm starving, I'm cold, and I miss my old life. I miss my old shitty boring life. I don't care if I have a boring life, but any life is better than this one. I just want to claw my way out of this mess.

My silent sobs made me tense up, and then fall fast sleep.