Fix Me (A Sidemen Fanfiction)

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     I wiped a tear and sniffled deeply, shaking my head. I didn't cry. Not while sober, at least. I was packing my things for London, which I learned from the internet was quite colder than here at the time so I had to mentally prepare for that. Aunt Peyton gave me my phone back, an iPhone 6S+. I got it taken away for obvious reasons. She also gave me my cousin, Josh's number. I then found his social media's. I haven't followed him on anything yet, just for a precaution. I didn't know if he was some porn star or something but he had quite a follower count on everything. I hoped he wasn't a porn star, as that'd be very, very awkward living with him. I was forced out of my thoughts when there was a knock on my door. Without me answering, it opened. "I brought home lunch. Chick-Fil-A. Why don't you take a break and come eat?" Peyton's voice echoed throughout the room. I stood up from my place on the carpeted floor and followed her into the kitchen. I was leaving tomorrow and I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, but she had to work half a day today. She was a waitress and made pretty good money in tips. One of the objectives of my "London Life", as we were referring to it as, was to get a job. Maybe I'll be a waitress too. Another objective was to "disconnect myself from the source of the problems" (i.e. this town, my friends, basically my entire life) thanks to my counselor. I almost dropped out of the deal then when I heard that, but what has to be done has to be done. I've still been texting all of my friends, just not leaving the house. Though it has been only two days since I found out I was moving to London. I haven't told anyone about my upcoming adventure so my plan is just to disappear for a while and when I come back, they would've already forgotten about me. Not like any of them stay sober long enough to notice who's around them anyways. "So...are you excited for tomorrow?" Peyton asked me, waking me from my daydream. "Honestly, not really." I said bluntly. She sighed but still spoke. "I've been talking to Josh and -" "The trip is off?" I interrupted her, getting excited. I didn't want to go to London to live with a bunch of strangers and have absolutely no fun. I wanted to get my shit together, just here. Though I knew deep down that if I did stay here I wouldn't ever get better. Peyton shook her head. "I sent Josh a debit card for you and I will put money on it every month. I will give you the account information and everything so if or when you get a job you can deposit money. I am trusting you with that money. No alcohol, no cigarettes, nothing illegal. And please don't lose it. And while you're there I want you to not be a bitch to everyone. I want you to make friends, good friends, and I want you to enjoy your stay." She explained everything so quickly I had to take a moment before I responded, so I just nodded. I usually didn't get along with people. They always looked at and thought of me as a little kid. Or something they stepped in on the streets. To almost everyone, I was a scum, a lowlife, juvenile, an asshole, and the list goes on. To just sum it all up, I was a nobody that was headed down a bad, bad road. I didn't know if these Londoners would look at me any differently and I really hoped they did. Maybe, maybe they will.

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     Through hazy vision I saw the police lights and I groaned in annoyance. I was in no state to stand up, let alone run away. My logic was I would have one last night of fun before I was shipped off. And now, as I sat in the park drunk and a cop walking towards me, I regretted it. "You're Peyton's girl, right?" He asked. I lived in a very small town. Everyone knew everyone. So, this definitely wasn't the first time this has happened. I just stared at him as I took a long drag of the cigarette I was holding. Then I threw it to the ground and stepped on it as I stood up, taking another sip of my last beer I brought. I then threw the bottle to the ground, shattering  it. I offered him my wrists for him to cuff and he did. "This a routine?" He asked. I didn't say anything as he led me to his car. "What time is it?" I muttered when I got threw in the back of it, pumping my elbow on the door, surely to leave a bruise. "Four AM." He said as he got into the driver's seat in front of me. I sighed. I had a flight in seven hours. "Don't call Peyton until seven at least." I said, leaning back in my seat. He hummed in agreement, probably thinking I deserved to be held in a cell for four hours. "Can I eat something so I won't be too drunk by the time she gets there?" I asked as I stared out the window beside me. I heard him sigh. This cop had arrested me before, I knew he had, I just couldn't remember when or what his name was. "How old are you?" He asked. "Seventeen." I answered. I've learned that arguing with cops is useless, and should be avoided at all costs. "I don't usually do this. I grew up with Peyton though, she's a good girl. Tell you what, I'll take you to get some food if you can promise me that I will never see you in that backseat again, deal?" He asked, smiling at me through the rearview mirror. I sighed. He wouldn't see me for a while, anyways, as I would be going to London. Maybe he'd forget by the time I get back. "Deal."

A/N
Double update because it's the first day of this story and I'm excited! I hope you all have/had an amazing day!

See ya!  x