Just A Memory~Tj Bell FF~ [BOOK 2]

smooth like a baby's bottom.

*Two Years Later; 2015*

Tj P.O.V.

"Hey Georgette." I mumbled, kissing her longingly. She smiled and kissed back. We broke our kiss because my phone started ringing. I sighed and answered my phone. "Hello?" I question. "Hello, is this Tj?" A woman asked. She sounded nervous but mellow. I sat up, waiting to find out who this was. "Yes. Who Is this?" I questioned. She let out a shaky breath in the phone. "This is Hailz. Sj's friend. From California." She informed me. I almost choked on air from her words. "Sj? As in Belmont?" I asked quietly. "Yeah. Look, I didn't know who to call. Craig wasn't answering and I remember him giving Sj your number one time." She rambled on. My phone call was now concerning Georgette. "Who is it?" Georgette asked. I silenced her and stood up. "Is everything ok?" I asked this mysterious girl. "No. Sj is going down hill. She isn't her self at all. She just sleeps, drinks, smokes, and does drugs. I keep trying to make her stop but she gets mad and freaks. By the way its Hailz. " Hailz rambled on with her voice cracking every two seconds. I stood there, not saying anything. "Tj? How's Joey?" Hailz asked me. Joey and Ricky were still living in Scranton, along with Jessica. I haven't really talked with anyone from MIW except every once in a while. "She's good. Where is she now?" I questioned, looking around my Los Angeles hotel room. Georgette was now standing next to me, trying to decipher who was on the other end of the phone. "Sj, she's been hanging with some guy named brad in some apartment in downtown hollywood." Hailz told me worriedly. "Tj, find her and please help her. The address is 423 cypress st.(idk if thats a real street). Atleast get her home." Hailz spoke and hung up. I pushed my phone back in my pocket and walked to my room and slipped my shoes on. Wait, why was I doing this? She left out of no where and pushed me away. Why should i help?

Because its the right thing...

I sighed and stood up. Georgette was standing in the door way waiting for me to answer her previous question. "Where are you going? Who was on the phone?" She questioned, annoyed. "Craig needs my help with moving a couch." I lied and walked out of the door and out of the house before she could continue with her investigation. I got in my car and started it. I looked at the rows of house in front of me and sighed. Something tells me this isn't going to go smoothly...