The Hotel Sleepover ( Phan/Jaspar/Troyler )

Chapter 7

[edited]

Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I was grounded a week ago.

I'm in vacation right now and I'm alone so my parents can't see me write.

I finally got wifi!1!1!1!

I'm busy next week because school's going to start but...

I'll try to update!

I'm kinda excited for next week (not really)!

I'll try to update there more on the school bus. No one really cares what I do on the bus.

Btw, that is Sarah. I just searched up a girl with blonde hair and green eyes and boom. That is exactly what I imagine her looking like.

Enough of me talking, let's get on with the story!

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"This trip won't get any longer!" Dan complained. They were stuck in traffic and all Dan did was whine about how bored he is.

"Dan, stop acting like a 5 year old; someone please shake my head," Phil demanded. Dan rolled his eyes and muttered a quick "whatever,"

Phil turned the radio on and some pop songs were tuning in. Caspar started singing along, making an irritated Joe.

"Caspar, shut up!" Joe snapped. Caspar turned around, facing Joe, giving him a small little pout.

Troye was looking out the window, his hand supporting his head. In his eyes, he could see cars honking at each other, bright colourful lights flashing, construction being made.

"London really is a busy city," Troye thought to himself.

Troye snapped out of his thoughts when he heard that familiar ringing voice.

"Troye, hello?" Tyler waved his hand in front of the younger lad's face making him jump.

"wha-what?!" Troye mouthed. Tyler shrugged. "Gurl, there's something bothering you! what's up?"

"It's nothing really just thinking of London and how it's a really busy city," mumbled, making it hard to hear, but Tyler definitely heard it.

Out of no where, a high, piercing noise interrupted their conversation.

"Sorry that was my phone!" Caspar revealed. "Let me take this,"

~flashback~

3 months ago [trigger warning]

"Sarah?" Caspar shouted, the noise echoing. "Are you home?"

He closed the door and started looking for his girlfriend of 4 months.

He heard a sound coming from one of the rooms upstairs. "Sarah?" Caspar breathed.

He walked up the creaking stairs, being careful because there could be a chance that a murderer entered his beloved home. He also dropped by the kitchen to get a sharp, vicious knife. Caspar didn't was to kill anyone but there's a chance that a burglar is in his house, waiting to kill him.