Chapter 13- Far too Young to Die

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Becca's POV

The loud noise of Chicago rang in my ears as Pete and I made our way out of the radio station. Gabe texted me to meet up with him later, so that's where we were heading.

Pete kept going on about something as we weaved through the crowds to the Starship, I guess it was about his and Meagan's wedding, but I let my mind space out instead so I had no idea if I was right or not. Pete knew about who I was back in New York, he was the only person I could completely trust, but how was I going to explain what was going on with me and the guys? Would he freak out and run? Would he understand?

My mind kept battling itself over Pete as we made our way inside through the back entrance. As usual, Gabe and Ryland were there, but no Joe.

"Where's Joey?" I looked around and threw my bag on the couch beside Gabe.

"He's on his way." Gabe mumbled, pulling down his purple hood. He eyed Pete and I. "Who are you?"

"Pete Wentz," Pete introduced himself. "I'm a friend of Becca's."

Gabe mumbled something under his breath then pulled himself off the couch. "Gabe Saporta." He introduced himself, then slumped back in his spot.

"So, what's up?" I landed between my bag and Gabe, sprawling my legs on Gabe's lap and using my bag as a pillow. The guys shrugged.

"Nothing much." Ryland answered.

Gabe snorted in laughter. "Really? 'Nothing much'? You busted into my apartment this morning flipping shit about something you wanted to tell the rest of us about."

I glared at Ryland. "What did you want to talk about?"

He shook his head and tried to brush off the subject. "N-nothing." He stammered.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes. "Whenever Joey gets here I'll get you to talk." I rolled on my side and pulled my phone out of the front pocket of my bag. I unlocked it and began scrolling through my social media, mostly Instagram. I scrolled through my pictures I posted. Most of them were of just me and friends, but there was some of me and Andy, or me and Clara, or the three of us. Something in the back of my mind told me to call Andy, so I logged out and pulled up his number.

Ring

Ring

Ring

"Hey Becca." Andy's voice rang on the other line.

"Hey." I smiled. "What's going on?"

"Hm, nothing really." He replied. "What about you?"

I shook my head and laughed. "Nothing either." I began twist my hair between my fingers. "I just miss you."

I heard Andy laugh over the phone. "Haha I miss you too."

Gabe began making silent kissy faces at me, Pete and Ryland both trying to hold their laughter. I rolled my eyes and held my laughter at them, flipping all three of them off. 'You guys are such assholes' I mouthed.

Gabe flashed me his cheeky smile. 'I try my best' He mouthed back, winning at me.

Suddenly, I heard a crash and footsteps come from outside on the main dance floor. Gabe and I both shot up.

"Hey baby, I'm gonna have to call you back." I said quickly.

"Okay. Is everything alright?" Andy replied.

I nodded. "Yea, everything's okay. I love you."

"I love you too." He said back, then the line went dead.

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