ready to run by one direction blares, letting crystal know that someone texted her. groaning, she rolls over to her bedside table to check who the person that rudely woke her up was.
my life 💋
crys where tf are u?! get yo ass over here in 10 and dont tell me ur late or imma dropkick u outta the country.
"what the fuck is wrong with corbyn today. it's only..." she glances at the clock, "ELEVEN? I WAS SUPPOSED TO MEET HIM AT 9. HE'S GONNA KILL ME." jumping out of her bed, she sprints to her bathroom. quickly taking a shower and making herself look presentable in ripped jeans and a butterfly graphic tee. rushing to the kitchen, she gets a breakfast bar and grabs the key of her jeep from the counter. making sure to lock the door. another text blares up with a song of her favorite band.
my life 💋
crys i swear to god im gonna beat u up
the dark 🖤
sorry corbone. i woke up a little late. where are we meeting up again?
my life 💋
at the house. since u were late we couldnt wait up so long. imma send u the g maps link to the place
*link*
the dark 🖤
uh, u mind if i grab a few things before i get there? ill just be a while. its only to the department store
my life 💋
honestly, just get here. i dont mind but be here early. ur already 2 hrs late so
the dark 🖤
this is why ur my bestayy, ily bitchhh
my life 💋
aight dumbo now get here. ilyt.
dont drive and text!
smiling at the text, she realized that in fact, she should concentrate on the road. soon, she pulled up at the department store and got her things. after billing them, she headed out. tripping over a rock, her head hit the ground, hard. she looked up at a brunette guy with messy hair laughing at her. he could've stopped her from falling, but didn't. just continued laughing.
"what are you laughing at, pretty boy?" crystal asks, causing the brunette to stop laughing and look at her with an amused look on his face.
"you know," he started slowly, in a deep raspy voice, "just because you like butterflies, doesn't mean you are one."
"fuck you," she says, flipping him off and getting into her jeep. she opens google maps and starts to follow the instructions. but yet, gets lost somehow. but finds her way back. as soon as she reaches the house, she turns off her jeep, looks in the rear view mirror to make sure she looks presentable and realizes that she's gotten her forehead scraped. great, just great. that was exactly what she wanted when meeting her best friend's band mates for the first time.
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Distorted -Z.H.
Fanfictiona zach herron fanfiction "without you, i'm just a sad song." "tears are slammin' doors; i'm fallin' down on the floor." they know their goal, they have known it for years. but when finally, they get close to achieve it, it's all distorted. two kids...
