No Faith In Brooklyn (Jc Caylen)

Radical Something

*Flashback*

I wipe my eyes to see this guy looking at me all concerned. He was the most adorable, awkwardish looking guy I had ever seen. I rolled down my window.

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"Hi my name's Kian"

"Like Kian Lawley?" I asked not being able to see clearly through my tear filled eyes.

"yeah, are you a fan or something?" He said.

"yeah, you and the boys are basically my life." I don't think he has any idea how hard I'm fangirling inside. Woooh keep it together now, just stay calm, you don't wanna seem too obsessed do you?

"oh. um are you okay?" He asked. His eyes said he was concerned but why would he be? I mean you probably look like shit and he's basically famous. Why would he care about some stupid fan?

"uh, I- I'm fine" I utter.

"you don't really look like you are" and then he walks away. You put your head down in shame. How could you even hope he'd actually give a damn.

You hear your car door open and in comes Kian.

"shit' you mutter under your breath.

"woah, looks like you got a mouth on you, eh?" He says in one of his many accents

You giggle like a school girl. OHMYGOD KIAN LAWLEY IS SITTING IN YOUR FREAKING CAR. AND NOW HE IS HUGGING YOU. HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT.

"wanna talk about whats wrong?" He asks.

"not really" you sigh, "um do you have any idea where I am though because I wasn't really paying attention to where I was going"

"yeah you're in San Clemente"(I'm sorry if that's not where the boys are but I just can't think rn) He informs me.

"Oh um I'm actually about to move into my house which is around here. Do you have a GPS or something? I left mine somewhere."

"yeah, but if you ell me the address I might now where you're at and we might not need one" He smiles at me and I feel butterflies in my stomach. "by the way I never got your name"

"oh my name's Brooklyn" I tell him my address and he immediately knows where I am. In fact we're next door neighbor!. He called the boys a few minutes ago to tell them what happened and that he's gonna help me get to my house and unpack. Isn't that sweet? Hold up, you can't get attached to him. WTF why am I doing this to myself. He walks back to the car and I plug my music into the car and blast Radical Something.

"who's this? he asks me

"it's a group called Radical Something" I tell him, "Their musics great" I say as I pull into my drive way and....

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