Quick Author's Note:
Hey peoples! So I'm going back to school in 5 days, and I don't know much I'll be able to update! I'm taking an AP class, so that's gonna have A LOT of work (I'm a sophomore btw)
But I'm not ending this anytime soon, I'm shooting for it to have 35-40 chapters, maybe more. It won't have a sequel, but I'll have other Kian fan fics cause I'm Kian Lawley AF
#TeamKian
So, let's get started!
Kian's POV:
"WHY DIDNT THEY CHECK THE FUCKING ROOF!?" I yell. "Kian, we don't know! Calm down dude!" Jc says to me.
"Jc I cant! Cheyenne's parents were already worried about her coming to Chicago! And by tomorrow, there will be a missing alert sent to her parents! And if not, they will still tell her parents! I promised I would take care of her!" I start going hysterical.
"Kian, babe, calm down." Chey tells me, holding my hands, and looking me in the eye. I take a deep breath.
"Look, all we have to do is explain to the police and Vidcon supervisors is that we were spending time together on the roof. They will understand." Chey speaks, I still hear the nervousness in her voice.
The police knock again.
"Open up please. We just need to ask you some questions about Kian R Lawley and Cheyenne L Garvey."
I look at Chey, and she looks up. "It's okay."
Jc opens the door. "Hello, you must be Mr.Caylen."
"Yes sir. Please come in." Jc gestures with his arm.
The police sit down, and immediately direct their attention to Chey and I.
"Can we have all your names please."
"Jc Caylen"
"Cameron Dallas"
"Jack Dail."
"Aaron Carpenter"
"Ethan Dolan"
"Grayson Dolan"
I gulp.
"Kian Lawley"
Chey looks at me, and grabs my hand.
"Cheyenne Garvey"
The police look at us.
Before they could speak, Chey talks.
Chey's POV:
"Officers, this is all a big misunderstanding. You see, Kian and I had a little fight before the meet and greet, so he never showed because he was mad. So after the meet and greet, I went to find him. I completely forgot about the 5 O clock check in. So I found him, and we fixed everything. By the time we came back to the hotel, it was around 9. And that's when we found out about the alert for us, and now we are here." I explain to the police, my heart beating at 2 million miles an hour.
The police just stare at Kian and I. Not saying a word.
"Kian, why didn't you show to the meet and greet?"
" Cheyenne and I got into an argument, and I didn't want to be pissed around the fans. Or have it get worse. I do realize that I let down thousands of people, and made a huge scare. I apologize." Kian sqeezes my hand.
"How old are you? Cheyenne."
Why do they need all this information!?
"I am 18."
"Are you still in school?"
"Yes, I am in my senior year."
"Were you held back anytime?"
"Yes, in first grade. My mom didn't want me to move on with everyone else. She didn't think I was ready."
"How old are you? Kian."
"19"
The police finally leave after 30 minutes. Then my phone rings.
Mom.
