dylan's pov
"so what do you think happened to loren?" weston asks me, a worried expression spreadigg across his face.
"um... i really don't know... you know her way better than me, what do you think is up?" i reply.
"well, i know that she's really close with geo, maybe he knows, since theyre on tour with eachother..?" he suggests.
"you should call him then... i dont have his number so.."
"right, right. i'll do that." he says, pulling out his phone.
{w- weston • g- geo}
w: hey geo,
g: yo whats up weston?
w: have you seen loren in the last ten minutes?
g: um... no. why? is she okay?
w: in the groupchat, mark made a silly comment about her makeup and then she left the conversation and she wasnt answering any of our calls or texts and mark just told me that he cant find her.
g: oh shit thats not good..
w: yeah i know... do you think you could look around for her for us? she trusts you a lot so mayb-
g: what makes you think she trusts me?
w: um... i cant say...
g: why not?
w: she told us not to tell
g: tell me or i hang up.
w: she... she likes you... like, a lot...
g: REALLY?!
w: yeah man..
g: YYYYYEESSSS!
w: haha.. okay i gotta go, ill talk to you later.
g: ill keep you updated. thanks for telling me. okay bye.
w: bye man.
{end of conversation|btw it was on speaker phone}
"okay, i'm really worried about her... what do we do now?"
"i have no clue... lets just watch netflix... okay?" he sighs.
"yeah.. "
damnit, i wasn't supposed to let anyone else in my life, now i'm worrying about all these people... this is going to blow up in my face one day...
"what? why not?" weston asks me, a confused look on his face.
"what?"
"you said that out loud ... i think thats what happened..."
"shit... um, i- i didnt say anything... what are you talking about?" i say.
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accidental groupchat // w.k
Fanfic"i'm falling apart without people there for me." [lowercase intended]
