These pictures aren't ours but we did edit some with Photo Lab, like this.
In this book their songs are on the radio.
2 years ago
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A deep chuckle from my dad echoed through the car, as I belted out the last line of the song Black Widow by Iggy Azalea. I slump into to the seat as the radio talk person rants about unimportant things.
As I turn the radio down I can feel my dads eyes on me. "What?" I ask turning to look at him.
"Nothing," he lies quickly glancing at me and then back at the road.
"Whatever," I say with a half laugh as I slump back in my chair. We sit in silence, with my dad sneaking a few quick glances at me.
My attitude changes completely as Nobody Gotta Know, by Why Don't We comes on. I instantly turn up the music till it hurts my ears. My dads laughs along with my singing are drowned out by the amazing music. My dance moves are top notch if I do say so my self. My eyes may be closed but I can still feel his on me. "Keep you eyes on the road," I belt out.
With one last laugh he turns to the road.
"Shh-" my eyes pop open only to see what looks like the remains of a deer and a tree headed straight for us.
I let out a blood curdling scream as we make impact.
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My eyes flutter open but only so slightly. The seen is horrible, I can't tell if the blood is mine, my dad's, or the deer's. Some how I gather the strength to look at my dad, his side widow is broken and I can tell that is head had hit it. His hand is only so far from mine.
Slowly i reach out and grab his hand. "I can't lose you too," I whisper.
Somehow the radio survived, 'Nobody gotta know,' is the last thing I hear before the darkness consumes me.
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My body aches as I open my eyes, there is a nurse next to me, holding a clipboard, she doesn't notice me, because she is nose deep in the papers on the clipboard.
I muster up the strength and courage to say something, but only a low moan came out.
The nurse looks at me with a sympathetic smile, "I'll go get the doctor," she says as she sets the clipboard down and walks out of the room. I take this time to asses my situation. My arm is in a cast all the way up, to my shoulder. My leg is propped up, with snow white gauze. There is a slight pain in my head.
I am pulled out of my thoughts when the doctor introduces herself.
"Hi I am Dr. Shellby. Did you know where you are?" I can only nod. "Do you remember what happened?" Again I nod. "You sustained a broken arm, along with a few broken ribs, a concision, and a few lacerations to your leg." She pauses, " You are one lucky girl," she hesitates to continue, "but your dad wasn't. He sustained major head trauma during the accident," Tears are streaming down my face as the doctor brakes the bad news to me.
"This is all my fault," I whisper.
"Don't blame yourself, think of what your dad would say."
She was right, this wasn't my fault it was Why Don't We's.
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Polar Opposites
FanfictionY/N hates boy's, boy bands or anything girly... But she hates Why Don't We the most. When she runs into them on the streets of L.A, Why Don't We is thrown off by her reaction of running into them. They expect her to be all over them like any other...
