-SAVANNAH-
I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. I didnt pay attention to who it was I just answered.
"Hello?" "Hey. Did I wake you up?" "Who is this?" "Dont you have caller I.D?" I looked at the screen and sighed.
"What?" I blankly said. "Please, before you hang up, let me explain(Kevin Hart reference😂 sorry. Just trynna lighten up the mood...)."
"Fine." "I'm really sorry. I should've believed you." he paused. "I'm such an idiot. But, can I have one last chance?" I was about to say something but he cut me off.
"I've never loved anyone the way I loved you. You're the reason for my smile everyday. If Baylor and Cole hadn't introduced us, I don't know what'd I'd be doing with my life."
I smiled. "Sounds like someone's thirsty for a second chance." he laughed. "Fine. But, I don't want to be that couple that ammidiatly start dating when they make up."
"I don't either. Most of the time, I think that makes it worse because they're rushing back into things to fast. Friends?" "Friends."
Baylor ran into my room. Like every morning. "Why are you always awake so early?" he said whining. I laughed. "I got woken up by my phone."
"Who called you?" "Nobody." he stared at me with an evil look on his face. "Don't you even think about it!" I started slowly backing out of my room.
"Are you gonna tell me who it was?" "Nobody." "Tell me." "No." "Tell me." "No." "Tell me." "No!" "You asked for it."
I ran down the stairs. Baylor has his way of forcing me to tell him something. By tickling me. My biggest weakness.
I tried hiding somewhere but I couldn't find anywhere. He caught me. "Stop it!" he stopped for a second. "Who called you?" I didnt answer.
He started tickling me again. "Fine! Clay!" he stopped. "Clay? What did he want." "He apalogized. We're starting as friends though."
"To be honest, Savannah, I don't trust him. But, as long as you're happy, I'm happy." I smiled and he hugged me.
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Me or The Fans-Clay LaBrant
FanfictionSequel to "Another Clay LaBrant FanFic" I recogmend you read that before you read this or it wont really make any sence. Clay told the world about "Us". You know what that means? Hate. On me. Clay has to chose. Me? Or the fans.
