Zoey's POV
Dad, Bryce, Quinton and I walked into the mall. I heard one of my songs on the radio and hoped none of the boys would notice.
"Zoey?" Quinton asked as he looked at me. "Is that your voice?"
"Uh yeah." I said.
"What's the song called?" Bryce asked.
"Good Years." I answered.
(Act like she sings all of the songs that I put in here. Thanks.)
"It's a great song." Dad said.
"Thanks." I said.
"What's it about?" Bryce asked.
"I was in a band with a few of my friends at the orphanage. Then they all got adopted and stopped talking to me." I said.
"Oh." Quinton said.
"It's not their fault." I said. "They just got a life and I didn't."
"You have a life now." Bryce said.
"Shut up." I said, playfully punching him in the shoulder.
"Let's go shopping!" Griffin yelled.
Quinton jumped on Griffin's back and Bryce smiled at me. I jumped onto Bryce's back and we ran into a vans store.
"How about this?" Quinton asked.
He was pointing at a black and white vans shirt and a matching black and white hoodie. I nodded and Bryce grabbed it.
After a few hours, we had about ten outfits, ate supper and bought all of us matching skateboards.
We all had our own colors on the bottom, but the top was the same as the others.
Nick- Red
Dad- Dark Green
Bryce-Black
Kio- Light Green
Anthony- Yellow
Quinton-Dark Blue
Me-Light Blue
"I think we're good." Dad said and we laughed.
"Yeah." Bryce laughed.
"Let's go home." Quinton said.
"Tired." I said as laid my head on Bryce. "Really tired."
"Go to sleep on Bryce's shoulder then. It's almost 10." Dad said.
I smiled and fell asleep to the sound of Bryce's heartbeat.
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Separation Anxiety
FanfictionZoey is just a normal 16, well that's what she looks like to people who don't know. But she has been abused since birth. Her "parents" got arrested when she was 10. When she got put in the orphanage, she got bullied. She just wants love, but there'...
