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2 ❁ 𝘻𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘯

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"𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒"
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I scrolled through Instagram, bored of sitting in the car.
My boyfriend, Zach, his bandmates, and I were all going on a road trip to Vegas. Jonah was driving and Jack had shotgun. Daniel and Corbyn were in the middle of the car and Zach and I were in the way back.
The trip was pretty boring. So far, Jonah has been trying to contain himself because Jack is talking his ear off, Daniel fell asleep and Corbyn is playing a game on his phone, Zach fell asleep and I was staring at my screen, bored out of my mind.
I turned my phone off and leaned forward, watching Corbyn play the game.
"I'm bored, let's prank Zach and Daniel," I said quietly.
Corbyn turned his attention to me, an evil smirk growing on both out faces.
"Let's blast music and scare them," he suggested.
I nodded and Corbyn leaned forward to tell Jonah and Jack the plan. They turned around and nodded, before asking what song.
We all decided to play Zach's part of Choose with the volume all the way up.
Jack hooked his phone up to the car with Bluetooth and cranked the volume way up high.
"Cover your ears, everyone," Jack warned.
"I've been trying to for the past three hours, but I can't," Jonah scoffed, earning a glare from Jack.
Corbyn and I covered our ears, holding back a laugh.
Jack pressed play and the music burst through the speakers.
Daniel screamed and shot up, covering his ears. Zach shot up as well, but when he did, he smacked his head off the ceiling of the car.
"Stop it!" Daniel yelled, kicking at Corbyn.
Jack stopped the music and we all started laughing hysterically.
I started laughing when Daniel threw a punch at Corbyn, but failed miserably, punching the seat instead.
We all stopped laughing when we heard a faint cry come from Zach.
"Stop laughing at me," he whined, holding his head where he hit it.
"I'm sorry, baby, are you okay?" I asked, holding back a laugh as best as I could.
"No, my head hurts," he whined again.
I pulled his hand off of his forehead to see a huge bruise already forming on it.
"Oh, shit, sorry man. Didn't mean for that to happen," Corbyn apologized.
"Do you think you have a concussion?" I asked.
"I don't know," he replied.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Corbyn asked, jokingly, holding two fingers up.
"Four," Zach answered automatically.
"Wait, seriously?" Corbyn asked, a look of concern growing on his face.
"Yes," Zach snapped, rubbing his eyes.
I looked to Corbyn and then Daniel and then Jack.
"Hey, Jonah, can you maybe take us to the hospital?" I questioned.
"Uhhh...what for?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.
"I think Zach has a pretty bad concussion."
"Alright, Jack, find directions to the nearest hospital," Jonah bossed.
Daniel leaned over the backseat and said "Not so funny now, huh?"
"Shut it, Seavey," I snapped, pushing his away.
I let Zach rest his head on my chest as Jonah drove us to the hospital.
Long story short, we were in the hospital waiting room for four hours and then found out that Zach does have a concussion.
"I hate all of you," Zach grumbled.
"Yea, yea, whatever. Go to sleep."
Didn't have to tell him twice.

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𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 - 12/18/19
𝑖 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢
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