Sweet Tarts (Magcon Fanfiction)

Chapter 36

**guess whose back back, back again-gain. Unfortunately this story will be updated less often but don't worry! It IS HAPPENING! Hopefully I can regain some lost views... idk. But anyways, HERE YOU GO NERDS! :) **

**Katy**

I couldn't believe what I had just heard.

Nash is running some kind of internal prostitute like - business or something with a bunch of girls?

The boys all know about it...

Yet they have never told anybody who has the power to do something.

They are all a bunch of fuck wads to me.

"Go back to the hospital.", I turned to Taylor and sighed.

At this point he just turned white. I know now that he can't figure out my motives. Good. It's nobodies business except mine.

He just turned forward and sped off in the direction in which we came. The car seemed as if it was engulfed in a cavern of darkness. The rain clouds were thick and the lightning was furious. It was terrifying.

But I couldn't let Taylor see me voulnerable. No way, the whole plan was to be strong.

We finally arrived at the hospital. I told Taylor to come back tomorrow morning before running inside. I didn't even let him oppose my actions before I was gone.

Immediately I went up to Aaron's room. He was sleeping. I smiled to myself watching his eyes flutter within the lids, meaning he was dreaming about something.

I crept into his embrace,laying down with him in the cot just big enough for the both of us. Without a second thought, his strong arm embraced me. Pulling me closer to him and showing no sign of letting go.

Thank the lord.

**Lane**

I drove home safely, even through all of this gross rain.

"HONEY I AM HOOOOOME. WHERE ARE MY NOODLES BITCH?!", I yelled in my best Christopher Walken accent.

No reply.

Huh.

She must be out somewhere. Surprising! She is such a wall flower I thought it would never happen! How spunky!

Totes groovy.

Cool.

What do I do now?

I sat down on the oversized couch and turned on The Walking Dead before realizing I missed my boo.

Not the sex hungry boo.

The girl boo who was comatose for a bit.

So I used the phone tracker. Oops. My bad.

"The hospital?", I whimpered internally.

I had the deep feeling in my gut she was in trouble. Or maybe just like there was something wrong. I shook it though... she is a big girl....

She can take care of herself....

My instincts got the better of me as I began to dial her number into an old cat phone we had plugged into the wall.

I got half way before somebody knocked on the door. Like wtf can't you see I'm busy?

Well....

Well I guess you can't really you are behind a door but just whatever.

I groaned and went to open it.

Oh. Pleasure.

"Hey love.", Nash smiled and leaned on the frame.

"Uh hi?", I forced a grin and scratched my side.

"Can I come in for a second? I need to get my stuff.", He ruffled his FUG hair and looked around. Trying to use his charm on me. It won't work.

"Yeah sure come on in.", I backed away from the door giving him the okay to proceed.

Like what the hell?! I didn't mean to do that whoops.

It is like he has some kind of charm or something over me.

That is when it happened.

*Nash*

What a dumbie.

What stuff would I possibly have here? Katy and me dated for literally a day or something. That was like 2 weeks ago.

I pushed Lane back up into the wall and held a hand over her mouth.

"Here is what is going to happen. You are going to tell me where she is, and who she is with. If you can't do that, I hurt you once. Then, you are going to tell me her weaknesses, her favorite things, and her most heartfelt memories. Or the ones she dreads the most. Got it? Be a good girl and obey daddy, or we aren't going to be happy.", I smirked and pressed my body tight against hers.

Petty girl.

**Matt**

Did that really just happen? Did Lane really just walk out like that on me?

You have got to be kidding.

What a bitch.

All I wanted was a little bit of reverse cowgirl action but no. I got flipped off and dumped.

She even took her fucking homework who the fuck does that?!

Well her I guess but still.

What a fucking psycho!

I passive-aggressively sat on the couch and thought about the events that had unfolded in the past hour.

I contemplated how to get that booty. What could I do to win her back?

Flowers? No. Too girly.

Chocolates? Ehh? No, no. She will think I am trying to make her fat.

Movie night? No. Too basic.

1975 concert? Eh? Eh? Eh? Nailed it fam.

She loves them. This would win any grungy girl within 109920 miles of me. Swaggy. Although I am more of a bieber person myself, if watching a bunch of gay fucks with eyeliner sing suicide songs gets me a piece of heaven? (LANEY)

I AM IN MAN.

I pulled up ticket master on my phone and quickly purchased the best seats they had available. 5th row, stage seats... not too shabby. I think she will be fine.

And now to notify her.