*Gasps for air heavily*
"Oh my god Heather, are you okay?!" I look up and down my body to try and ground myself. I'm alright. Phew.
"Yeah, I had a really fucked up dream."
"What happened?"
"Bro, such. I can't really remember." I really don't remember much from the trip, but I remember liking it.
"Are we almost to Jason's house?" Jason was a close friend to Kailyn. So we are staying at his house until we get a place.
"Nah, that fucking parade caused us to go straight to the show, if we we're to stop by Jason's we'd be late."
Kailyn looked angry at the fact we couldn't make it to his house. I've always thought that they had something going on. Well, I guess I'll find out when we get there. Destiny's passed out in the seat next to me. She's a bitch to get active, so I don't want her being sloppy on the guitar during the show. So I'll wake her up.
"Deshinee, oh Deshinee, wake up Deshinee..... WAKE THE FUCK UP GIRLFRIEND! Haha."
"I'm awake you bitch, god."
"You mad bro? Haha." We sit in silence as she gives me, "the death stare".
"Watch out, Destiny's about to start throwing elbows."
She raises her hand and smacks the back of he hand into her palm, as if a face-smacking gesture. I do a fake flinch to the point I look out the window. I turn away from the window when all the while I'm realizing that I saw something out the window.It was the guy from behind the gas station. The coke guy.
I turn fast back around to look for him. Though he's not there anymore. All I see now is a spray painted wall with graffiti that says, "Welcome to N.Y.C., now leave".
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Crashing Planes
RandomMeet Heather, the lead singer in an up and coming band heading to New York. Something happens on the way the Big Apple between Ohio and there. She meets an eerie persona. Not only does she keep seeing him, over and over again. The man gives her some...
