Part 2

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Here's my second part. I hope you like it;)

Dee:3

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Deannas pov:

I woke up. I instantly checked my phone it was the morning paper. No messages. Well done Deanna! I messaged Alecia asking her if she was okay. I hadn't spoke to her in ages. I hate drifting from people!

I got up from my bed and put on my slippers and walked into the kitchen.

*Tweet,tweet* Alecia, I thought to myself. I pored myself a glass of orange juice the I heard my phone ringing. It was Michael.

Me: Hey Michael

Michael: Hey Deanna

Me: What's up?

Michael: Its Dan

Me: OH WHAT'S WRONG WITH DAN,OH MY GOD!!!! MICH-

Michael: DEANNA!

Me: I'm sorry, but what's wrong with Dan...

Michael: I don't know love.

Me: Right I'm coming,keep I'm safe I'll be round in ten!

Michael: Okay bye

Me: Bye

I hug up the phone.

Michael's pov:

"She's on her way Dan"

"She feel for that?" Dan asked in a smart tone.

"Yes."

"Oh, so what should I say to her?" Dan ask worrying.

"Tell her how it is mate" Ben said putting his arm around Dan and smiling.

"Yeah sure,I hope she'll be okay with it!" Dan said half smiling.

Deannas pov:

Oh my God! What is wrong with Dan?

I'm literally so scared. I shoved on my fluffy blue socks and my trainers. I picked up my phone and remembered that Alecia messaged me like an hour ago.

I checked it,it read:

'I'm good beautiful:) Miss you'

I never replied back.

I grabbed my keys and put my phone in my jean pocket. I stepped out my flat and locked the door, went down the stairs and out the main door. I headed for the boys house.

*Get to the boys place*

I gently knocked on the door.

Ben opened the door.

"Hey Deanna" He said smiling at me.

"Hey Ben,is Dan here?" I asked half smiling and half well…Dying inside.

"Yeah, just down the hall- wait you know where to go,and where he'll be" He said winking at me.

Ben went to sit back down at his laptop. I stepped inside the house and shut the door after me.

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