texting | 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙣

part ten

my boy 😋: hey

lauren 😊: im not in the mood for talking.

my boy 😋: oh okay

lauren 😊: im sorry it's just... facetime me.

my boy 😋: on it

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"what's wrong," zach said quickly and worriedly, "please tell me you're okay."

"im at the airport," i said, "im coming to la."

"what? why?" he asked, "why are you crying?"

"my parents told me im adopted," i said crying harder, "they waited sixteen years to tell me that im adopted. and they won't tell me who my parents are."

"do you think it's a good idea to just run away though lauren?" he asked, "i mean of course i want to see you, but don't you think it's crazy to run away with no evidence on where you're going."

"zach, im coming to la no matter what anyone says," i said as my flight was called, "look my flight jut go called. will you come and pick me up when i land."

"of course," he said, "love you and be careful."

"okay," i responded, "love you more, zach. please don't be mad at me for running away."

"i could never be mad at you." he told me, "bye, lauren see you in a bit."

and then the call ended.