Chapter 3

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Hey! Sooooooo, I just want to be really clear that I will continue this story, no matter what! I WONT GIVE UP!!!!! I’ll try to update every day.

Oh that's the picture of Carson (so sexy)!

    

                                           ~Reuben P.O.V. ~

I entered my house, and I put my keys on the tray near the door.

“MOM! I’m home”

“Oh, hi sweetie, so how was your day?” She asked, while getting prepared to go to the hospital (my mom is a nurse).

Like usually I don’t tell her all what happened today, I just told her something simple like,

“It was fine.”

“Oh, well, that’s good. Well, Reuben, as you can see I have to go to work. There is some food in the kitchen, if you want to eat. Lastly don’t do anything stupid, of course you won’t I was just joking, because you’re my good little Reuben aren’t you?”

“Yes, mom,” I approved, in a bored voice.

Mom finally walked out of the house to go to work. Before I walked upstairs to go in my room, I received a text message from Lizzie,

Yo! Rubs I’m coming to your house, right now

 I went to my room, and put my stuff where it’s supposed to be. My room is painted a simple baby blue, and the rest colors of my room are black, purple, blue, and white. I have a window with blue curtains and clouds on it. I guess my room is pretty large, but I like how it’s so comfortable.

 I was going to the kitchen to eat something edible, but my doorbell rang. Of course, I checked through the door hole to see who it was, I always have to be sure and safe, I don’t want to be jumped or anything. It was Lizzie.

I opened the door, and Lizzie of course, just walks right in, with some bags with her.

“Hi, Lizzie.” I greeted, and then asked her

“What do you have in the bag?”

“Oh, just some clothes to wear to the party. You’re coming to the party too, right?”

Oh yeah, that’s what I was going to talk to her about.

“Anyways, why did you sound so distressed when you texted me?”

“Yeah, about that, you see Carson asked me to go to the party, and he is even threatening me to come. I don’t want to go, I don’t even know why you’re going? And also he even has my phone number, what I’m going to do Lizzie, he won’t leave me alone.” I breathed out at the end of my sentence, because I was talking really fast.

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