Adopted by who? ( The Cube Smp.)

Chapter 5.

~+~+ Grape pov ~+~+
We heard screaming coming from Vanessa's room. We all ran up to see what's wrong. She was having a nightmare.
Me: " Do we wake her up."
Bee: " No give it a minute."
Just then Vanessa shot up and looked at us.
Mark: " What's wrong Vanessa."
Vanessa: " Bad dream, don't want to talk about it."
Graser: " Ok see you in the morning."
As we left she ask if she could talk to me. She told me about her dream. Does she have feelings for me because she blocked the shot? Then she asked if I could stay with her because she is still shaken up. I climb into her bed and listen to her heart beat and fall asleep.
~+~+Vanessa pov~+~+
I woke up and I felt something by me. I look over to see Grape. He must of fell asleep too. I got up and started to unpack my stuff. I put on spotify and Blown away by Carrie Underwood came on. I started to sing along.

Dry lightning cracks across the skies,
Those storm clouds gather in her eyes.
Her daddy was a mean old mister,
Mama was a angle in the ground.
The weatherman called for a twister,
She prayed to blow it down.
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma,
To wish the sins out of that house.
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma,
To rip the nails out of the past.
Shatter every window till it's all blown away,
Every brick, Every board, Every slamming door flown away.
Till there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday,
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away.
(Blown away.)
She heard those sirens screaming out,
Her daddy laid passed out on the couch.
She locked herself in the cellar,
Listened to the screaming of the wind.
Some people called the take-in shelter,
She called it sweet revenge.
Shatter every window till it's all blown away,
Every brick, Every board, Every slamming door flown away.
Till there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday,
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away.
(Blown away.)
There's not enough rain in Oklahoma,
To wish the sins out of that house.
There's not enough wind in Oklahoma,
To rip the nails out of the past.
Every brick, Every board, Every slamming door flown away.
Till there's nothing left standing, nothing left of yesterday,
Every tear-soaked whiskey memory blown away.
(Blown away.)
(Blown away.)
(Blown away.)
(Blown away.)
(Blown away.)

Went I finished I felt tears roll out my face. Then I felt someone's hugging me.I look to see everyone in my room. Great, they heard me.
Bee: " Vanessa, you can sing."
Me: " No I suck at it."
Dolphin: " No you don't your amazing."
Parker: " Really your awesome."
Me: " Thanks I guess."
H: " You should make a channel for playing games and to sing."
Me: " Guy's and girl I can't."
Grape: " And why not."
Me: " Because I can't sing."
Mark: " Okay then try a different song."
Me: " Like what."
Bayani: " Here how about this song." showing me my spotify.
Stressed out twenty one pilot's.
Me: " Fine turn it on."

I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words.
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang.
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think,
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
We're stressed out,
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young.
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from,
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it.
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one,
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose.
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered.
Out of student loans and tree-house homes we all would take the latter,
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think.
My name's Blurryface and I care what you think,
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days.
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out,
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days.
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out,
We used to play pretend, give each other different names.
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money".
Yeah,
We used to play pretend, give each other different names.
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away,
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face.
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money",
YeahWish we could turn back time, to the good old days.
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out,
Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days.
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out,
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny.
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money,
Used to play pretend, used to play pretend, bunny.
We used to play pretend, wake up, you need the money,
We used to play pretend, give each other different names,
We would build a rocket ship and then we'd fly it far away.
Used to dream of outer space but now they're laughing at our face,
Saying, "Wake up, you need to make money.
Yeah,

I finished and I looked at the Guys. I look over to Grape was his phone out.
Me: " Grape did you just record me?"
Grape: "Yes, yes I did and I hope you don't mind me posting it."
Me: " No no no no."
Will: " Yes, if you don't believe us then let the fans be the judge of that."
Me: " Fine."