Everything Happens For A Reason.

A new perspective.

The boys point of view A few moments before.
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I had successfully snuck away. For the first time in forever, I was looking to get some fresh air. I stood in what I thought to be an empty neighborhood. Or at least I hoped it was, it wasn't dark or cold outside, but anything could happen.

My feet were nicely fit, my outfit unlike most times, was very lowkey. And after congratulating myself for successfully sneaking away from my trailer I decided to get as far away. So I took a last minute ride on the tram, all the way to Chicago.

I was currently admiring the poster of myself on an abandoned building and smirking. "Man, am I gorgeous or what." I chuckled, but then I shrieked because the song lucid dreams had just began.

And the volume was so loud it felt like the neighborhood was shaking. If you listened closely you could hear someone singing, crying, and yelling it all at the same time. I began walking towards the noise when someone tapped on my shoulder.

"Hey are you who we think you are?"

PAUSE: Guys, the downside to being this beautiful is that that is all anyone will notice and they most likely just all want something out of you.

"Hey are you who we think you are."

I cough slightly. Slowly and stealthily managing to hide my face. "Who might that be?" I say my voice is exceptionally high.
The girl behind me says.
"Can I take a picture with you?"
But the only thing is it's a different girl. I slowly turn around, trying to catch a glimpse.

12 girls are standing there, satisfied at what they've seen. And now, I'm dissatisfied at my sad decision making skills. "I don't know who your talking about." I bolt away zooming towards the booming song by Juice Wrld. It leads me to an alley, where a young girl about my age is obviously in distress herself. As I see how she's obviously been crying I regret asking for her help. But not so much now that I can hear the screaming of those girls far from around the corner.

I begin to shake. The girls expression changes. She wipes her face and lowers the music. She finally notices my calls of distress. Bout time if I do say so myself. She looks extremely irritated and it scares me but when she tells me to get in the car I accept wholeheartedly.

The girls have come around the corner. And she stands waiting for them. They stare at her. She looks at them and they suddenly go silent.
She says something under her breayou that disperses them into the ruins of this neighborhood.

I smile, yay. I now I have protection. She enters the car, and I stare. She really looks bad, her eyes are red and puffy and her face is smudged with mascara and eyeliner and probably some make up things I don't know the name of.

I sigh. "What's up with them?" She asks, I dont answer. But I just stare and shrug. She sets the car back into drive. Then she picks up the phone.

This is what I hear.

"Hey."
Silence.
"Hey could you let me know later, I'm in a situation right now." She ends the call before someone can explain. Whoever that is.
She frowns and starts moving out of the alley. Turning her head towards me.

"So, who are you and where do you wanna go." I stare. Then ask.
"Are you ok?"