I just stood in the doorway. The hot tears turning cold and the weather had been colder. And I finally walked up to sandy.
"You know I hate this job?" She said
"All I do is see children's life's fall apart. And it honestly sucks. I do this with every kid I meet. I have the talk and I give them my number Incase they need me. But none of them ever call me. But I'm specifically letting you know, when I was a kid I experienced the same thing your going through at the moment. I'm here for you if you need to talk. Give me your phone so you have my number." She finished up. I handed her my phone and she gave it to me.
"Are you driving me? I only trust you." I told her hoping no one else was. She looked behind her shoulder and looked at a man standing by a black car. She gave me a faint smile.
"I'm normally not supposed to but if you want to then I can." She said. I smiled.
"Yes please." I said and walked into the car. I went into the back see at since it is going to be a long drive and pulled on the blanket that was folded on the seat. I put in my headphones and put on remembering Sunday by all time low. It's one of my favorites.We drove for what seemed like hours until I felt a shaking on my right shoulder.
"We'll be there in 20 minutes." Sandys soft voice explained.
"I picked up some MCdonalds for you. I don't want you walking in there on an empty stomach and waiting for it to open. Kitchen hours as from 7:30-9:00, 11:00-1:30 and 4:00-8:30. There's a little area where you can get snacks but there's not much. Now, I didn't know what you eat so I got you a 20 piece nugget and two large fries. So you can eat now and eat leftovers later."
"Thanks you so much sandy. How much do I owe you? I've got more than enough."
"No. You keep that money just Incase something happens." She explained. I sighed and put the money into my the little Travel safe, and back into the duffle bag. And before you knew it, we were in front of the big building on oak wood drive. 13 hours and 5 minutes away from home. Staten Island.
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Pierce (punk chandler fanfiction)
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