Real Friends (An IM5 FanFiction)

Chapter 92.

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Will's POV:

*Friday, July 24, 2015, 11:15 a.m.*

"How much are benching?" I asked as I spotted David in the gym.

"Two-fifty," he answered.

Impressive. I knew I couldn't bench that much.

After we both finished up in the locker room, we headed outside of the gym and to his car.

He and I had been hanging out quite often since Nikki introduced us that time at the beach.

The other guys seem to really like him, too, so that's cool.

We don't have much time to hang out with friends outside of each other until recently since we were on break from touring.

I'm excited to perform again, but I hate when I have to leave Nikki and everyone for so long. Especially Nikki. I miss her too much.

"Where do you want to eat?" David asked, interrupting me from my thoughts.

"Anywhere is fine, your choice," I answered.

After eating, David dropped me off at home and, before getting out of the car, I told him, "Cole's having a party tonight, do you want to come?"

"I mean, is it okay if I do?"

"Of course! Everyone's cool with you, so it wouldn't be a problem at all."

"You sure?"

"Dude," I gave him a look.

"Okay, okay!" he laughed, raising his hands in defense. "Text me the address and I'll meet you there."

Once I got inside, I greeted my mom with a hug.

"Hello, sweetheart," she spoke in her thick accent.

"Hi, Mom."

"Where'd you go?"

"To the gym with David."

"Where you go now?"

"To shower," I told her.

"Not too long, don't waste hot water!"

"Yes, Mom!" I called as I walked into the bathroom.

While I was in the shower, I began humming and then I figured out a melody that I liked and that sounded good.

I should use that.

I tried thinking of a good title and some words to go with it.

"I'm a bad as you want me," I mumbled to myself. "The side of me you'll never miss. I promise I don't need saving... I'm just tryna... just tryna..."

I thought.

Tryna what?

"Save my own skin."

As soon I was done in the shower, I got out and wrapped a towel around my waist, typing the lyrics I had just came up with on the notes page in my phone before I forgot them.

I grabbed my phone and dialed Dana's number.

"What's up, Will?" he answered.

"What are you doing right now?" I asked.

"Watching Nikko."

I groaned.

"Why?" he asked, confused.