dark blue (a Jack Johnson fanfic)

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Lindzey's p.o.v
There I was, alone.. in the dark. He left. Just like that. Without saying anything to me. He just left. I knew I shouldn't have told him about what happened, I mean I took his best friend away from him, they were going to take their music making to a next level.. but I ruined it because I had forced Jack to move over here to L.A to continue being my right man. I looked at my phone, it was 3:32 am. I had no thought of even wanting to sleep tonight, I liked the boy, I liked him a lot and I never like boys. They like me they come to me but with this boy, it was different, he made me nervous and insecure. Something I had never felt before. I loved it though, I loved the feeling he gave me. Especially when he smiled.. oh god. I messed this shit up big time..

Johnson's p.o.v
I didn't know how I was getting home, considering the fact that Lindzey brought me to her apartment in her car. I didn't bother calling skate or Sam, let alone Jack how could he just do that to me? Leave me there just to come here and work for a fucking whore who runs a gang. It hurt me calling her that. Because I knew I didn't mean it, I was just so upset. I remembered I had brought my headphones, I pulled them out and plugged them into my phone. I started playing 'Back Home' by asap rocky of course. It was very dangerous to walk around at this time of night in this part of la. That's when the crips and bloods etc came out to claim their territory, standing outside their houses smoking blunts, drinking 40's. I didn't want to be out here because I know how dangerous they are. I was walking to a bus station near by when one of them came up to me, wearing a blue bandana around his forehead blue shirt blue everything. A crip. I took out one ear bud while the other was still in "What chu doin out here at this time of night scrawnyy" he laughed. I looked down "Ta fuck is this? Red? You wearin red in my territory? Oh fuck no" shit.  I had just remembered I was wearing a maroon red shirt. Oh fuck I'm in some deep shit now. "Aye Cam" the man in all blue said toward the door to the other dude sitting on the top step "Waddup" he plainly said standing up setting his 40 down. "This fucker" the dude said putting a finger on my chest pushing me back "is wearing red in our spot" I looked up "I didn't know I'd be walking over here I-I swear I just started walking over here from my friends house and I I had no ride so I began walking to this b-bus. I didn't mean to start anything, I didn't want to I'm sorry" I was looking down again. "Aint gon cut it son" the guy named Cam said.  They pushed me to the ground punching me as hard as they could. I still had one ear bud in tryna find my way back home
tryna find my way back home
Yeah, I was only trying to find my way back home. The dude I didn't know started stomping on my stomach. Repeatedly punching me. He leaned closer to me until I saw his face. Nash. I passed out completely after that.
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(A-N) I was legit laughing my ass off the entire time I was writing this, I know cam or nash would never even touch a gun let alone be in a gang I just had to put it in here cuz it had to be in my story, and I couldn't think of anyone else but cam & nash soooo oh whale. It's short tho sorry!
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