warning; this could triggering to some people
also warning; this story sucks lmao i wrote it months ago and now realizing how bad it is
I groan and roll over to the side of my bed. I move my hand around my night stand attempting to shut off my alarm, failing I sit up and properly turn it off.
I grab my phone off the charger and check my social medias. I click on Twitter, while I scroll through the tweets all I see is things about Las Vegas.
I scroll down a bit further, confused, until I see a sponsored ad by CNN News. I click on the ad and it brings me to a web page about what happened in Las Vegas last night, there was a shooting.
As I read more information the more sad I grow. So many lives, gone. And so many at stake.
But suddenly my eyes burst open, in realization, and I sit up, the boys are there. The Why Don't We boys.
I immediately check all their social medias. They have said nothing about it. They must be safe, what could of them been doing last night that would of gotten them killed.
I put the thought behind me and trudge to my closet and pick out a pair of joggers, my gray Seavey Why Don't We shirt that does down to my mid thigh; and black and white checkered vans. I throw my hair in a messy bun and brush my teeth.
I see that the time is 6:48 the bus comes to the end of my street at 6:55, I quickly shove my textbooks, binders and folders in my bag and hoist it onto my right shoulder, rush down the stairs grabbing a granola bar on the way. "Bye, love you!" I yell to my mom, who is sitting at the dinning room table sipping her coffee doing work on her laptop. "Bye Macy, love you too, have a great day," she waves and I close the door.
I run to the end of my street, my feet colliding with the rocks and dirt. Fortunately, just as I reach the top of the hill I see the yellow vehicle pulling around the corner, I sigh in relief and wait patiently for the bus to come to a stop.
I board the bus and quickly turn and sit the third row closet to the front, I grab my phone from my back pocket and insert my earbuds and shuffle my Why Don't We playlist.
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We pull up to the school, I pause the music and slide my phone into my pocket along with the now disconnected earbuds. When I step off the bus I get hit by a gust of cool wind, blowing back my brown hair. I intake the air into my nose and walk up the stairs of the front of the school, then I swing open the door of the building.
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Fanfiction'"He's gone," I whisper, he nods. "Yeah, he is" I turn my body to face him. I wrap my arms around the man in front of me, I rub circles in his back and allow him to cry into my shoulder. His warm breath up against my bare skin, watching his breathin...
