Your Nickle Ain't Worth My Dime (A Sleeping with Sirens fan fiction)

Chasing The Sun

*Jamie's POV*

It'd been a whole hour and we were still looking. Not only were these trails too advanced for any of us, but they were so much longer than all the rest of them. And so far, we were having no luck finding her.

Jeydon stopped and hopped off the ATV, kicking the wheel and throwing his helmet down. "Its all my fault!" he cried. He began pacing and running his hands through his hair.

"Maybe she went back," I suggested.

"No," he sighed. "They would have called us." He sat back on the four-wheeler, burying his face in his hands. "She's gone."

"No, Jeydon. We don't know that," I assured him.

He looked up at me and I tried to walk to him, but my foot got stuck in a rut in the mud. A rut that seemed to be made my somebody's wheel getting stuck. He realized the same thing and hopped up.

He followed the trail that went from the rut and his eyes went wide with what he saw below. 

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*Damon's POV*

They still weren't back and they hadn't called. Mariah's parents went to bed (they were sleeping in the equipment trailer). Kellin walked out of the bathroom, looking completely exhausted, and sat across from me at the table.

"Do you think she's okay?" He asked me.

"Yeah," I lied. I honestly had no idea where she was or how she was or if she was even alive. "She has to be okay. I would know if she wasn't."

"Because she's your best friend?" he asked me.

"She is everybody's best friend," I answered. "I'm just one of the people who knows that." And it was true. She was nice to everybody, and nobody could dislike her, as hard as they tried. She was awesome, and had awesome parents who took her friends, and occasionally celebrity idols, trail riding.

She difinitely had to be okay. Or I wouldn't be okay. 

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*Jeydon's POV*

Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw what waited for me over the ledge. Mariah's dark red four-wheeler was hanging onto a tree root. I couldn't see her though. I couldn't see Mariah.

"Where is she?" I whispered to Jamie.

"She has to be down there," she answered, holding onto my shoulder and peering over the ledge. I saw the road a little further out and a car passed by, going at least 80 MPH.

My breath hitched. What if she was on the road? What if somebody ran her over? What if, when we actually find her, she isn't alive?

It was too much and I didn't want to think about it. I jumped down over the ledge, and Jamie called after me. I ignored her. I held on to the tree roots and used them as steps. I wiggled around the ATV, sliding around and standing uncomfortably at the bottom.

I turned around and looked down, my heart beating loudly in my throat. My breath was shaky and Jamie was still calling my name, warning me to be careful and telling me to just leave it alone. I was too close for that. She had to be here.

Then I noticed a gray silverado parked on the side of the road. The doors were open and a man was wandering around, and carrying something. I crawled down a little further and saw it wasn't someTHING, but someONE.

A little blonde somebody in pink riding gear and black boots. Why was this asshole taking my little blonde somebody?