Your hand Fits in Mine~ IM5 FanFic (Completed)

Chap 26 ~ Stay Stay Stay

Frida's POV:

I woke up with a terrible headache. The shunshine looked through my window. I sat up and realized I fell asleep on the floor. Jess, Molly, Klaire and Skylar was sleeping on the floor as well, as the boys were no where to be seen. I stood up and walked into the kitchen to get an aspirin and some water to make the headache go away. Gosh I need to sober up. I could barely think straight. I walked into the living room again and looked around. Beer bottles everywhere, and when I say everywhere I mean literally evrywhere. Like, what is floor?! I woke the girls up.

"Guuuurls. You need to help me clean this mess up before my parents come home." I said as I started to pick up bottles from the floor. Almost tripping over because of the hangover. They slowly got up and looked at me like I was a freak or something. I probably looked like one.

"But your parents shouldn't be home till tomorrow?" Skylar said rubbing her eyes. I sighed and stood staight.

"No, but I want this place cleaned up and if we keep going in this pace, I belive we will be finished by the time they will come home." I said and walked out to get a garbage bag. We spent most of the day cleaning up and since we woke up pretty early we were done by 3. 

The girls left and I was sober enough by now. I walked into my room. I saw a photo book on Julia's bed. Must've come out yesterday by someone. I picked it up and a photo fell out of it. I picked it up and looked at it. It was me and Julia when we were 7 years old and we were in our house with our dad. We were being held by dad, he was strong enough to lift us both with one arm to each of us. We were outside. It was snow outside. And to the very right side of the picture, there was Bart. I remeber the very first Bart. We were so proud of him and we couldnät stop talking about him for a week. And we made him the next year, and the next, and the next until we were 16. For 9 years, I couldn't stop at Bart's ten year. I just couldn't. 

I ran to my computer and I searched. Yes, I can still make it. If I go like, now. I ran into my room, and thought of packing clothes. But eh, I don't need. Then I took moms keys to the car, I've been test driving for a while. If I get stopped that is a problem then, not now, I don't care. I put my shoes on, grabbed my jacket and ran out of the apartment, almost forgetting to lock the door. I'm lucky mom and dad took the bus to the motel instead of the car. Don't ask me why, they are just stupid. I hop into the car. 

'Okay, you've done this before. What makes it any different this time?' Oh yeah, I forgot. Like everything is different this time. I started the egine and drove away. I've been driving on the highway before, just not the exact speed. So this was different. And it's not the smartest thing to drive when you're hungover nad 17 sooo. Yeah. Luckly I didn't get checked by the police, and made it to their tour bus in time. I walked into the bus and saw something to someone I didn't wanted to see.

"Frida?!"

Julia's POV:

I was lying on the couch resting in the tour bus. The boys were perfomrning. I really wanted something to eat but I couldn't move so I just ignored it. I remembered what happened last night.

I was walking in the dark. I was out shopping for the boys. They were so lazy they couldn't get their fat asses off the couch and buy the stuff themseves, so they sent me. Trust, me, I was super bored anyway. And I needed some time alone without the boys to get over Frida. I'm seriously starting to think she won't come back. Loosing the faith ya know. 

Suddenly I hear voices behind me. I looked back and saw three big guys with black clothes. Don't look good. Typical murdurer guys, black clothing, quite big so the ycan hit whoever comes in their way.