Without You ➳ l.h |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter 10!

(Destiny's POV)

-One Week Later-

The week had dragged by slowly. Brady didn't even acknowledge my existence the whole week. All he would do that look at me for a split second turn around and walk the other direction. I felt like I had done something wrong but I haven't..I don't think. I miss him..a lot. Me and Misha had been hanging out with the boys the whole week. We went bowling, ate pizza, went to the arcade, then had even more pizza. That's basically our lives. Misha had stayed with Michael and I had stayed with Luke the whole week. They would drop us off at school and the girls that were once laughing at us were dying to be our friends to get closer to the boys. Uhh, no.

Misha and I both came up with a game plan for the boys. We had told them me wouldn't be at their concert tonight because we were busy, even though we both have no life whatsoever. We would walk in and surprise them on stage. It seemed really good. We both want all the boys to know we care.

-Later That Night-

Misha had just got done getting ready. We both wore our matching 5sos shirts just to be cheesy. She picked me up from my house in her new red Jeep. My mom didn't mind me being gone at all since she would hang out with her boyfriend when I was away. As we drove to the arena we realized we had on week until summer break.
"I want to do something with the boys this summer, maybe invite some friends and go to my parents cabin for a month or so." She seemed hopeful about her idea, you could tell she had been planning it.
"That sound absolutely amazing Mish' we should defiantly do that..I want to get to know them better and I think at the cabin is the perfect place to do it." She smiled at me as we turned the corner.
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The concert was about halfway through as we walked in. They were just about to start a different song. I know all of them by heart and they still make me break down and cry. We both were pushing through the crowed attempting to get to the front. I stopped in my tracks when I heard the first few guitar strums and beats. My heart began to race and my palms began to sweat. They weren't playing one of their songs. They were playing mine.