It was the middle of summer vacation and I was driving my truck down a random highway in NJ. I honestly didn't know where I was, I just needed to drive. I drove everywhere, anywhere away from home. I needed to leave my mom's anger behind me. I drove for hours, not even noticing that my truck was almost out of gas. I think I was driving illegally since I wasn't with an adult, but I honestly didn't care at this point.
I saw a sign for a pizza place coming up. Oh my God, I was sooo hungry, but in my rush to leave the apartment, I didn't grab my wallet. My truck suddenly started to sputter and slow down. I looked at the gas gauge and saw that the needle was below E.
"Oh no, not now," I thought.
I just made it in front of the pizza place--Pizza Hut--and then my truck turned off. It was around 5:30 and I was in the middle of a town that I didn't know. I picked up my phone to call for help. It was on 2%. I needed to be fast.
I was in the middle of dialing RSA (Roadside Assistance), but then my battery died. Great...
I sat there in my truck and stared at the pizza hut, my stomach growling. Too bad I couldn't have any. I could've tried to push my truck to the nearest gas station, but, again, I didn't know the city. Plus, I don't think I could've done it by myself.
I suddenly saw someone move in the window of the pizza place. He tapped the person sitting next to him and then pointed to me...me. They both moved toward the door.
Shit.
Though I knew there was no hope, I desperately tried to start my truck. These strange people from this strange town were coming after me. They were probably murderers. They were vicious, violent, and... and handsome.
I dropped my hands and stared at them in awe. They weren't just handsome...they were perfect. I adjusted my glasses to make sure that I was seeing right. I fixed my t-shirt and smoothed out my jeans. I didn't want to look completely terrible.
They finally reached me. I then knew who they were. The one with the purple streak in his hair spoke to me through my closed window.
"You need some help?" he asked.
My eyes explored his features. The beautiful eyes, the chiseled face, the flowy hair.
It was Ethan Dolan.
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A Day With The Dolans
FanficThe Dolan Twins and I collide in a world of friendship and a not-so-secret crush. We do challenges, eat a lot of food, (PINEAPPLE PIZZA!!!) and go live on Instagram. This is my first story, so tell me how I can improve!
