No Changing

CHAPTER 8

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-Amy-
I've never been this nervous about Ian meeting up with her. Like anything could happen but we couldn't go after him because it would just make him angrier than he is right now.

Gab is walking back and fourth pinching his nose. It wasn't helping he was just making the situation a whole lot harder.

"Gab, stop pacing back and forth. It's not helping!" I shouted, frustrated.

I sat on one of the couches, running a hand through my hair. "I'm sorry, Gab. I'm just nervous as you are."

He nodded, sitting beside me.

For the first time in my life Harold was quiet. I looked up to search for him.

I found out he was at the kitchen drinking water.

"What should we do now?" He asked, settling the glass of water on the counter top.

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-Ian-

I drove and drove but I couldn't find her. I hate this feeling that I couldn't help her. I'm heading my way to the last bar nearest on our city.

I don't know if I'm gonna cry or what but I'm scared, worried, angry and nervous. I may not be his boyfriend or a relative but I do care about her.

There is this magnet pulling me into her whenever she's around. There's this voices telling me that I need her and she needs me.

And now that she's alone and she needs help and I'm not beside her.

I ignite my car into full speed but slowed down because I'm scared of what might happened. I found her on the side of the road a little bit far from the bar I'm heading to but I'm sure that was the bar where she came from. I could see that she's crying. She is all sweaty her hair disheveled.

I stopped my car and opened the door but I didn't bother to close it. I knelt down beside her.

"Jovi, it's okay let's go now?" I whisper pulling her into my chest.

"Ian?" She asked. Looking up to me. Then she started crying again but this time harder.

"Shhhh...please, Jovi. It's going to be okay. Tell me." I insist comforting her.

"No it's not going to be okay. I lost everybody. You don't know how I feel. You don't know what to do that's why you're just telling me that it's going to be okay." She said between her tears. I couldn't quite understand her but I know she had a problem.

I was about to say something but a car stopped in front of us just beside my car.

Then my three best friend came out of it. With worried look on their faces. I'm quite angry that they are ruining the moment but I also need them.

"Jovi, Ian, are you okay?" Harold asked, jogging towards us.

I merely nodded.

"Jovi, do you want me to drive you home?" I whispered to her, tucking a stray of her hair behind her ears.

"No...no no no please don't take me home. I don't want to go home." She cried, burying her head into my chest, hugging me even tighter.

I kissed her head, hugging her back.
"Shhh.. okay." I cooed, rubbing her back soothingly.

"Enough, lovebirds. Jovi is drunk let's clean her up at least?"

AN:
Yay. Ian made his move. Wohhooooo.

Wenlly my boy, I'm so proud of you.

Btw it is his nickname. Hahahaha it's the name of Jovi's dog.