My Crush; Or, As I Call Him, My Best Friend

London In Chicago

(A/N: Okay, first of all, I don't do these but I feel like you deserve to know. I got grounded for bad grades, and couldn't update for 3. Fricking. Weeks. So, I'm finally back, and am going to work on this story, as well as start a new one. Please excuse me if they are bad, you can comment or whatever and tell me and I will try to fix it or do better. Thank you, my "Faithful Readers". ~my-friends-made-me)

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Saturday!!! October 24, 2015

"Yes! Finally, now, I can go see my dad! Come on, come on, come on! I wanna hit the road Jack!" I yelled, bouncing on my heels as I waited for Rico. It had been a long week, but I hadn't left school because Dad always told me school first, even over him. Rico was driving with me up to Chicago because, "I don't trust you up there all alone!" Whatever that was supposed to mean.

"Calm down , Ye Of Small Childness!" Rico yelled out his door, teasing me, laughing at my impression of a 5 year old pouting. I stuck my tounge out at him. He finally came outside, unlocking his car as he did. I slide into the passager seat, ready for the long drive to Chicago. Well, it was only a few hours, but still, it was long.

Next thing I know, we're headed down the Interstate, blaring dubstep and Disney songs, as well as a few songs by the Pentatonix, a favorite of both me and Rico. Sure, those werent the only songs on the playlist, but it was the majority. Suddenly, my least favorite song came on. It was a song that made me cry because of my ex, Luke.

Luke was ironically Henry's cousin. And was also, unfortunately, in my beloved saxophone section, but I did respect him because he was respectful to me. Luke had a beautiful singing voice and sang for me often. The first song I ever heard him sing was Bruno Mars', When I Was Your Man, so that was always the song that reminded me of him. By this point, the music was already to the chorus.

***It all just sounds like oooooh...

Mmm, too young, too dumb to realize***

I quietly start singing along to the music that makes me cry.

***That I should've bought you flowers

And held your hand

Should've gave you all my hours

When I had the chance***

I start crying as I sing, my voice cracking at the next part, because I do actually, secretly, love to dance.

***Take you to every party

'Cause all you wanted to do was dance

Now my baby's dancing

But she's dancing with another man***

I push my red hair out of my face and wipe my tears away. It didn't matter anymore. He was gone and I WILL stand strong. Rico changed the song before it started into the next verse. I glanced over at him thankful, and was surprised to see him looking almost angry. He noticed my look and whispered something about how he hated that song because of Luke, because he broke my heart. I nodded and stared out the window, lost in my own little world.

A few other songs played, ones that I loved and made me happy, but I just felt like crying. I missed my dad. He was hurt and I just wanted to be there with him. I growled at the traffic around us. "I swear if this truck in front of us didn't move faster, he wouldn't have a tailgate anymore!" I thought to myself before changing the track so I could maybe find a song to take my mind off of things.

We arrived in Chicago not too soon after, and after getting lost in the ghetto, as well as getting stuck in downtown mid day traffic, we found my dad's hospital. Lawence Decker Hospital, in downtown Chicago was the place were we finally got to see my dad.

I wandered up to the front desk, I had no idea what room he was in, so I asked the nice lady at the counter.

"Scott E. Stone, correct Miss?" The lady asked me. I nodded my head quickly. "Third floor, room 4663."

"Rico! Come on, I know where my dad is now," I whispered-yelled to Rico, who was looking at the lobby's aquarium. He walked towards to eleators and I went to follow him, but the lady at the desk stopped me.

"Miss Stone? I feel the need to inform you, your father already has one visitor. I don't know who they are to you, but they had ties to him. I wasn't working the desk at the time or I would tell you more. Sorry Miss," she apologized, bowing her head. I smiled at her and thanked her before going after Rico.

"Another visitor? Who do you think it is?" Rico asked when I relayed the lady's information to him.

"I dont know, I'm curious myself. Maybe it's Uncle Nathan or Aunt Heather. We'll see when we get up there," I replied, thinking hard about who it could be. The elevator music reminded me of a old record my grandfather used to play on his record machine for my grandmother, "I Love A Rainy Night", only without the words. It made me tear up thinking about it. I lost them both when I was 9, and i missed them both alot. We soon reached the third floor, and room 4663 quickly after. I took a deep breath in, closed my eyes, and opened the door.

"Dad? I'm here, Rico too," I announced, opening my eyes slowly.

"Darrion! Rico! Come in, come in!" I saw my dad in the hospital bed, smiling at me. I smiled back... until I saw the visitor.

"Darrion?" In a torrent of long black hair, a face appeared. One with pale skin, large green eyes, and soft pink lips. "Oh my God, you look so different now, Darrion!"

To my utter and up most horror stood before me, my very own sister.

London.

I feel tears weld up in my eyes as I hit the floor. London, was here. My sister was here. London was in Chicago Oh Hell, things just got tons more interesting.