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"Hey baby, it's Darrell. I was calling to see where you are. Everyone is worried. It's been hours since anyone's heard from you, and we're all getting anxious. Your phone's been going straight to voicemail, and no one's seen you since you left the house this morning. Please, just call me back when you get this message, even if it's just to let us know you're okay. We're all really concerned about you. I love you, and I just want to know that you're safe. Please call me as soon as you can. I love you."
-Jazz | YN's best friend POV-
Jazz sat on the couch in YN's living room surrounded by her parents and the boys. Darnell, YN's boyfriend, tried for the umpteenth time to call her, but it kept going straight to voicemail. His face fell as the realization sank in.
"It didn't even ring this time," Darnell muttered, his worry evident in his voice.
YN had left Jazz's house on Wednesday and hadn't returned home. It was now Saturday, two weeks later. Everyone had assumed she was still with Jazz until Jazz had come over a few days later, intending to take YN to the movies, only to discover she wasn't there.
The atmosphere in the room was heavy with concern and uncertainty. YN's parents exchanged worried glances, while the boys fidgeted nervously, their usual lively spirits dampened by the situation. Jazz couldn't shake the gnawing fear in her gut.
"I hope my best friend isn't hurt," Jazz thought, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "God, I hope she's safe." The weight of the unknown hung heavily over everyone in the room, each moment passing feeling like an eternity until they heard news of YN's whereabouts and well-being.
-Spencer's POV-
Spencer sat in the living room, feeling the tension thick in the air as everyone around him was on edge. It had been two whole weeks since YN had last been home, and the atmosphere was charged with worry and anxiety.
"Her parents are going insane," Spencer thought, glancing over at them. They were visibly distraught, their usual calm demeanor replaced by a restless agitation.
"Liv, Jazz, Jordan and Layla are freaking out," he observed, noticing their pacing and frequent glances at their phones, hoping for any news or update.
"Darnell's being hella quiet," Spencer noted, watching Darnell sitting in a corner, lost in his thoughts. It was unusual for him, known for his outgoing nature and charismatic presence, to be so withdrawn.
"I'm trying to calm everyone down," Spencer reflected, taking on the role of the steady voice amidst the chaos. He tried to reassure YN's parents, offering words of comfort to Liv, Jazz, Jordan and Layla, and silently supporting Darnell with a reassuring nod.
"But man, everyone just wants YN back safe and sound," Spencer sighed inwardly, his heart heavy with concern for his friend. "I want her back and safe," he thought, hoping desperately for any news that would bring them all relief and end the agonizing wait.
-Darnell's POV-
Darnell lay in YN's bed, staring up at the ceiling as the weight of two long weeks without her bore down on him. Wild thoughts raced through his mind, each one more terrifying than the last about where she could possibly be. The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him feeling helpless and lost.
"I can't believe it's been two weeks," he muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet room. Tears welled up in his eyes, tracing down his cheeks unchecked. He turned to the side and reached for one of YN's pillows, clutching it tightly against his chest. Closing his eyes, he buried his face into the soft fabric, inhaling deeply, desperate to capture even the faintest trace of her scent.
