*Oh snap, things are getting crazy*
*Andy's POV*
"Sir, I don't even know how tall she is, her last name, anything. Her parents won't speak to her. We're close to her, though."
"You're close to her but you don't know her last name?" the officer says, looking at me, confused. I just sigh, realizing how ridiculous it sounded. I take pout my phone, hoping I had gotten a text from April. I put her on tweet notifications, which means whenever she tweets, it'll get sent to my phone.
"@falloutapril: we're-"
I unlock my phone to see the rest of the tweet. My heart was racing. She hasn't tweeted in days and days, and I'm surprised she still has the same Twitter handle.
"we're better off without you," was the tweet I read. I try to think of where I've heard that from. It sounded so familiar.
"Sir, there's nothing we can really do. If you have a picture, I mean, we can attempt to send out the message about her through the local news, but-"
"Paramore," I mumble. The police officer looks at me, confused. That's where that lyric was from. A Paramore song.
"Yes, yes, please do," Hayley says to them, looking at me, confused.
"Hayley, she tweeted out a lyric from your band. That has to mean something."
"Look, Andy, I don't know. Taylor and Jeremy are on their way and Pete is, too. We'll go looking. She has to be somewhere. With the cops sending out a message, I think everyone will join in to look for her."
"She's an adult. She can do what she wants. For all we know, she might not be lost."
"She's lost to us," Hayley says, getting up to leave the police station and start looking. I thank the cops and we head out.
*Andy POV*
"Here, take these," Pete says, as we stand in a vacant parking lot, tossing us walkie-talkies. We both look at them, confused.
"We have cell phones," Taylor says.
"Yeah, Pete, what's the point?" I ask, staring at the walkie-talkie.
"We can communicate faster with these."
"Don't you have to be within a certain range next to people to use these?"
"These ones run over radio tramission," Pete says, taking it his phone. "Okay, it's almost one in the morning. I know we're all probably tired but we need to find this girl. The last time we lost her she almost got killed. You guys ready?"
"Ready," we all chime in.
We split up into four cars...Taylor and Jeremy in one, and the rest of us going in individual cars. The more we were able to split up, the faster we could find her.
"We got a new tweet, another Paramore lyric. 'the truth never set me free.'," I hear Pete say through the walkie-talkie.
"Hayley, are you sure April has nothing to do with Paramore at all?"
"There's no one else who would know her," Hayley says, through the walkie-talkie. I pull over the car for a second, tweet April a few "Where are you?" tweets, and then tweet out a tweet to everyone.
