Looking down at your phone you sit their having a small panic attack. Then your phone rings again. The caller ID said it was Adam.
You: h-hello?
Adam: hey! Now you pick up.
You: I was asleep...
Adam: you okay?
You: y-yeah why?
Adam: don't sound like it. Where are you. You never said where you lived.
You: um....about that...
Adam: where are you.
You: at an hotel....wh-
Adam: which one?
After you told Adam the hotel you were in he then hung up. I hurried up and got ready. By the time I was done I got a text from Adam telling me to head to the loby.
Once I got their, in the loby stood Adam and Ross. Slowly showing yourself they stopped talking.
(Ross's p.o.v)
Adam told us (y/n) was staying in an hotel and that she sounded upset. Next thing I know I'm in the car with Adam heading to the hotel. "You like her.," Adam said with a smug look. Blushing a little I told him,"only as a friend! And besides she probably don't like me..."
Finally getting the hotel Adam texted (y/n). As Adam and I were talking (y/n) came out of the corner looking scared.
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At le Adam's
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(Your p.o.v)
Sitting on a bean bag at Adam's he then look at you.
(Conversation )
Adam: what's wrong (y/n)?
You: nothing why?
Ross: you're shaking like crazy.
You: *you look down holding your wrist tightly *
Adam: you can tell us..
*Ross puts his hand on your lap and without warning you start tearing up.*
You: first it was a nightmare and now this....*you sob in your legs as Ross gets close to comfort you* I ran away from home. My mom now realized my disaperance....
(End of conversation )
After that Adam got up and left as I sat their sobbing on Ross's shoulder.
After building up the courage you call your mother. But you had Ross and Adam at your side to help. You called her and put it on speaker. *ring....ring....ri-*
???: about damn time! Where the fuck are you!
You: i-in Washington....
???: you get your ass home now before I go their and beat your ass! *you look down shaking when out of nowhere Ross grabs your phone *
You: r-ross?
Ross: listen she is your daughter and she is 18! She don't have to do squat shit you say!
???: who the hell are you?!
Ross: a friend! *they heard her laughing *
???: so the slut made a "friend"? So tell me how much is she charging you? *tears swelled in your eyes. Angry Ross hung up.*
(End conversation )
(I drew that picture at school while bored as hell. Its a girl turning into a puppet. Yep don't judge. Anyways! I you don't read some of my other stories. Well.....you should! But I can't make you do anything. Bye! )
