Bad News (JC Caylen fanfic) | 1 |

Chapter 22

2 weeks later

Alex pov:

It's that time of the year were girls get happy ad guys freak out because they don't know what to do. yep prom. I know what your thinking prom in collage? yeah our schools weird.

Anyways it was us four girls in Taylor and Anne's room talking about prom because they got asked and I haven't. We were al wearing our usual clothes

Taylor: superman shirt with black coverse and black skinny jeans

Anne: black t-shirt with navy blue jeans and purple vans

Annabelle: king the kid shirt (if you don't know who they are look them up on YouTube because they are perfect) with black jeans and white convers

Alex: a 5sos long sleeve shirt with black skinny jeans and black vans with the red beanie Jc gave me.

they went down the line saying how they got asked

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Annabelle's pov:

I was standing in the court yard talking to my friends Sarah, and Tori when I heard David yelled my name so I turned around only I be lifted of my feet.

I got scared but it turned into being fun. David was ridding his longboard while carrying me.

"Fancy meeting you here" he said

"We'll I just wanted to fly"

We both laughed but he soon crashed into the grass with him on top of me.

"We'll that was interesting" I said

"Yeah will you grab my board?" he replied getting off of me

"Yeah. oh my god" I looked on the board and say in big letters PROM?

I turned around to see him holding a stuffed yellow pickachu.

" My unicorn princess will you go to prom with me?"

" Yes" I said kissing him.

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Anne's pov:

I was sitting in science just talking to my friends when the school announcements came on.

"Ok guys this song is for a special girl out there" they said and all the girls got happy.

"Don't want to be an American idiot
Don't want a nation under the new mania
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
The subliminal mind fuck America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Well maybe I'm the faggot America.
I'm not a part of a redneck agenda.
Now everybody do the propaganda.
And sing along to the age of paranoia.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue.

Don't want to be an American idiot.
One nation controlled by the media.
Information age of hysteria.
It's calling out to idiot America.

Welcome to a new kind of tension.
All across the alienation.
Where everything isn't meant to be okay.
Television dreams of tomorrow.
We're not the ones who're meant to follow.
For that's enough to argue"

That was mine and zachs song

I turned around to only be meet with zachs eyes and a stuff pink bear and him saying