Chastity's POV:
Chandler and I were driving separate because he just got off work. we were going to a friends house. I was behind him while we waited at a red light. a few seconds later the light turned green. chandler went to turn when all of a sudden an eighteen wheeler didn't stop at their red light. the truck slammed, and smashed chandler's mustang. I'm in shock for a second or two because I can't believe what just happened. I slam on the brakes, unbuckle, jump out of my jeep, and run over to chandler's car. he looks unconscious, so I try to open the door, but it wouldn't open. the truck driver has already called 911, and they are on their way. the ambulance, cops, and firefighters showed up a few minutes later. the firemen pry the door open. they get him out and on the gurney. they put him in the ambulance and I jump in to. we arrive at the hospital and they rushed him in. they get him in a room and shut me out. a wait for a few minutes until I hear someone say 1,2,3 CLEAR. my eyes widen and I run to the door. I pound on the door and yell LET ME IN, LET ME IN!!! I slide down the wall slowly and start crying.the doctor comes out shaking his head no with a strait face. I get up fast and with a brake in my voice I ask " is...is he died?" the doctor presses his lips together, closes his eyes, and shakes his head yes. I gasp big, and brake into tears. I'm scrawling at this point, then I see my patents running towards me. I get up, run to my mom and hug her as I cry. my mom ask how he was. I look at her and shake my head. my mom pulls me in close,and says " I'm sorry baby girl". my dad walks over and makes it a group hug. he then says "you know he's in a better place". I nod as I'm still crying. my mom and dad take me home. I'm sitting in my room and see my pocket knife on the dresser. I get up to get it. I open it and feel the blade to see how sharp it was. it was pretty sharp. I think to myself that if I do this than I can be with chandler again. then I start thinking about my mom, dad, friends, family. at this point I don't know what to do.i take the knife, place it on my wrist, and start slicing my wrist open. I'm bleeding heavily. then the door opens, and my mom is at the door. I put my knife to my through and tell her if she comes closer I would cut my through. she begs me to put the knife down. she takes a step closer, so I press the knife against my through and about to move the knife across it. I then get shook, so I open my eyes. it was all just a dream. chandler was at my house, because he had plans to take me out for lunch. he told he I was whimpering in my sleep. I told him I had a nightmare. He asked what it was about so I told him. he hugs me and told me everything was okay. then he tells me he loves me and to get ready so he can take me to lunch. I put a small smile on my face and shake my head. I get up and get my stuff to take a shower. I make my way to the bathroom and lay the clean clothes on the sink. I turn the shower on to get it warmed up then I took my clothes off. while waiting for the shower to warm up I start singing. I felt the water and it was just right so I got in. Im still singing as I wash off, but then I hear the door open. I stop singing, open the curtain a little to peak my head out and find chandler. he pulls the toilet seat up, and was about to pull his pants down. I interrupt real quick asking " are you really about to do that with me in here". his response was "ahhh... Yea...why?" I told him it probably wasn't a good idea to use the bathroom with me in the room. he said " if I don't want to see then don't look" even tho I would see his package one day anyways. I laugh and ask why he said that. he said that some day we will be making love. I laugh and shut the curtain. I then hear what it sounds like water being poured. I face palm and laugh. when he was done he washed his hands and left. I then got out, dried off, and put my clothes on. I but on a pair of black jean shorts that stop at mid thigh, with a half blue shirt that's strapless and has frillies at the chest area. I then go into my room to get my sandals, but when I walked out chandler whistled at me, and came towards me. he kisses me,moans, then tells me I'm looking smoking hot, but don't know if he'll let me go out like that because he doesn't want other people to see me like that. I giggle and tell him ill be fine. he then says he knows I'm fine then he winks at me. I smile, grab his hand and drag him outside to his car. We get in and drive to chilies. chandler orders a bacon hamburger, while I order buffalo hot wings. when we finish eating we went back to my house. we sit in the living Room and turn on the TV. chandler then tells me he heard me singing in the shower. he said he loves hearing me sing. I blush, and tell him thanks even tho I don't like my singing. he asked me why I don't like my singing. I told him because I don't like my voice. chandler looks at me and tells me I have an amazing voice. I smile, then the front door opens. my mom walks in with a surprised look on her face she said she wasn't expecting chandler to be there. she asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner. he told her not tonight because he already had plans. I look at him confused. he says his brother Bradley was coming home from the army. I asked why he never told me about Bradley. he said he was gonna tell me by introducing us. chandler's phone range, and he answered it. It was his mom telling him to get home soon because Bradley would be home any minute. he told her that he was at my house, she then tells him to bring me if I wanted to go. he hung up and asked me if I wanted to go. I look at my mom and she nods her head yes. I huge her and say thank you. we get in his car and drive to his house. everyone was parked around back to surprise him. we get out and walk in. A few minutes later a tall, muscular, tired looking guy in an army outfit walks in. Everyone yelled surprise and people ran up to him giving him hugs.
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Hummingbird
DiversosA girl who is scared to sing in front of people.she thinks she doesn't sound good, but there is someone who thinks different. She doesn't know that the somebody doesn't just like her singing, but also likes her.
