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Your POV

I was beyond excited today. Tomorrow, Ryan, y/c/n, and I were going to (place you don't live lol)

I began packing everyone's bags, like I usually do and set them by the door. Not too long after, Ryan walked through the door and tripped over the bags I had set down.

"Sorry... guess I didn't think about how you were going to get in." I apologized.

"It's good, is everything packed up for our trip?" Ryan responds back.

"Yup! I'm just going to go check on y/c/n and call it a night." You state and head upstairs.

Once you made it to y/c/n'a nursery, you checked to see if she/he was still fast asleep like you left him/her. You smiled to yourself and went to bed.

~5 AM Next Day~

My alarm was the only noise that filled the room, besides Ryan's snoring. I slap Ryan awake and he jumps up.

"Wha- Wha?! Wha ha'ened?!" He says slurring over his words since he's still half sleep.

"Nothing, nothing. Time to wake up." I said groggily getting out of bed. I went to the bathroom to change into something comfortable.

Once I've done that, I make my way to y/c/n'a nursery and his/her foot is hanging out of the crib. I shake my head and pick him/her out of the crib, careful not to wake him/her up.

I walk downstairs to set him/her into the crib so I can make his/her bottle. I do that and wake him/her up. I give him/her his/her bottle and Ryan soon comes downstairs.

"I'm gonna go put these in the car and we will be set to go." He says as he picks up a few bags.

"Ok." I say as I go into the kitchen to get a few more snacks. I hear Ryan cranking up the car and I assume that he's ready.

I make sure I have all of the snacks and hop into the car.

"Really!" He says shaking his head, pulling out of the driveway.

"Yes!" And that was the last thing we said to each other before Ryan's past caught up to him, killing both of us.

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A/n- IDK I OG WASNT GONNA END IT LIKE THIS 😂

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