Not Your Fangirl

8- Roadtrip GONE WRONG

WUHU IM BACK. Y'all better listen the first 15 seconds of that song ^while reading HAHA. U is gon like it.

Marley is such a lucky hoe rn. I'm telling you-

Anywaysss, enjoy ur reading

Recap:

"Mexico is sounding more and more like a dream."

Chpt8: Roadtrip GONE WRONG

"Oh, he's a jolly good fellow! Oh, he's a jolly good fellow..." I zoned out from the guys horrible singing, gripping unto the jail cell that I was in. Half of the guys are in the one across from me, and the other half is with me plus another suspicious (looking) lady. There was so many criminals here tonight, they didn't care about mixing people on here.

You read that right stranger.

How did from going to the beach, we ended up in some middle of nowhere jail?

Long story.

"Come on Marley, you know you want to sing!" Cameron shouted across from me, a small try at persuading a sleepy and annoyed me.

"Would all of you just shut your trap hole?" A grumpy old officer said all of a sudden, leaning down on his desk munching away on his donut and coffee.

So stereotypical.

I let out an exasperated sigh, giving him a grateful tired smile,"Thank you-"

"Just, sing something more modern. You get what I'm saying? It's midnight, I'm bored. I'm guessing you guys are bored too." The policeman explained melodramatically, before shrugging to himself.

Matt was rattling some mug beside me, into the bars. Before taking his empty hand, and placing it on his right ear. "Grandma, can you come pick me up?"

Grayson, Matt, Jackie, and Jack Gilinsky are the fortunate ones to accompany me and this random lady.

Cameron made a beeping sound. Nash with an knowing excited smile, followed him. Then Shawn, while shaking his shoulders. Hayes and Ethan were sound asleep beside them.

"I'm your basic average girl, and I'm here to save the world. You can't stop me cause' I'm KIM POS-SIBLE," Oh would you look that, they're trying to sing the remix.

Leaning my head down, I held the urge into crying. That's how low I felt, if only I had a friggin time machine so I wouldn't even be here in the first place. I wouldn't have even gone to the stupid Magcon-

"Curious question, how did you weird people end up here? Stealing?" A Burly Woman- that I learned her name to be Mickey -cut me out off my reverie, the one who was already counting the days on her jail cell. She's been here one day too.

Before I could answer, she scoffed to herself,"Ding Dong, and ditching?"

"I wish." Wait, something's wrong. I glanced at the guys, across from me. They were trying to listen unto the conversation.

They stopped singing.

"Thank you God." I whispered towards the ceiling. The lady seated on the other side, gave me an incredulous look. People around me, intend to do that a lot.