Hoping

It's All Right Now

So much support is being shown, and this is really great! It may not seem so much, but it means a lot to me! By the way, this account is run by two
people, so if you like Shidgit then go check out the other story!

It's not written by me!

xx

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Ross' POV:

"He'll be fine, he's just on some heavy pain medication," the doctor told us, then left. "Thank god! Now how are we going to tell your parents?" Laura asked me.

Oops, I completely forgot about them.

"The hard truth," I told her bravely as I dialed them up.

"See you at your funeral," Laura responded, sitting down and crossing her legs.

"Oh how supportive," I said sarcastically while rolling my eyes. Finally, someone actually picked up.

"Hello?" Rydel greeted.

"Hi Rydel, It's Ross. Tell everyone to come to the hospital, It's important," I told her.

"What wh--" She began. I hung up and looked at Riker. He was covered in bruises and tubes. It looked like he just came out of the mental asylum, and they had to keep him locked up in a suit.

"Poor Rike, what time is it?" Laura asked me.

I checked my phone. "Umm, 6:50," I told her.

Laura's POV:

"Crapola! I totally forgot about my date with "Buttface" today!" I explained as I glared at Ross. He chuckled. "Who says crapola?" He asked, trying to stall me.

He sighed. "Just go. But looking like that? There's blood everywhere," Ross said. Dang it, whatever. I thanked him and grabbed my bag. "Tell your family I said hi," I said as I opened the door. "Laura wa--" He started. I just left.

Wow, I'm so rude. I guess that you could say that I'm so, "RUDE-OLA!!" Hehe, I'm hilarious!

As I ran outside, I saw a black car pulling up to me. I began to speed-walk, trying to avoid the fact that I'm some kind of sexy woman-meat.

The tinted windows began to roll down a bit.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!

I then began running.

"Hey Laura," a voice greeted.

I looked at the car to see Andrew.

"ANDREW?!" I asked, confused and surprised.

"Hey get in, for our date," he commanded.

"I'm not so sure right about now..." I admitted.

Boy was he angry. I mean, he sounded pretty scary.

"Get in here, now," he demanded in a low and husky voice. "Before I hurt you," he threatened.

Awe crap this is gonna be horrible for me.

I finally got in, leaving a bloody handprint on his car. Oops.

He gave me a creepy smile. "So what're you doing here?" I asked him, a little worried that I was gonna die. "Umm, I-I'm visiting my brother. He has c-cancer. Yup, it's cancer that makes all your guts fall out of place and bleed rainbow colored blood," he lied.

He's such a terrible liar.

"Hey Andrew, can I call my mom, I need to tell her that I'm on a date," I lied.