Dream Come True (Team Crafted Fan Fiction) by:Gabster_PP

Chapter 19

'But if he hurts you again' she points her two finger to her eyes and to mine

'Okay'

'Do you need me to help you pack?' I ask

'Actually I don't have anything I just have my suit cases that I used before'

'So your just gonna get it?'

She nods and I follow her to her room and her room did not have anything

Her walls were grey and her bed was black did she become goth?

'Wait let me change' she walks into her bathroom that was also grey

She had some skull stickers on her bed and her laptop was grey with a black bow on it

'Hey I'm back' she wears a shirt that says Shattered

She fixed her clothes and boy all her shirts were sad sayings about me like shattered,I ended up this way because of you

I grabbed her bag and saw her mom giving the guys and girls some cookies

'Okay were going!' I yell

Actually I went around the house and the walls were so colorful but weirdly her room looked so sad

Even her phone was sad it was a red and black checkered case with a saying 'Sometimes in life you gotta get stabbed with a knife'

We hop into the van and she took her motorcycle

'Whoa your so badass' Adam punched her shoulder

We drove of and she followed our car

When we arrived home she set down her bags in the living room

'You have your own room now' Adam says giving her the keys

'Come on let's go to your room!' I grabbed her hand and we ran upstairs

The walls were teal and we added a desktop with some recording equipment she walked to the desktop and held the mic

'Should I really continue recording'

'Yeah your channel is under Machinima already'

'Yay have a real job!'

'What do you mean 'real job''

'I worked as the assistant of the creator of Assassins Creed'

'Really?!?'

'I have all the games for you guys to play'

'YAAAAY'

'I will just go somewhere okay' she got her clutch'

'Where are you going?'

'It is a surprise'

Gabster's POV

I was so happy to be back in the TC house

I was getting my motorcycle ready and I drove to the salon

'Good afternoon mam how may I help you?' A hair stylist walks up to me

'I would like my hair colored brown and some blue tips'

'Okay just sit down' she brings me to those salon chairs

I look to my left and I see a familiar face

'Hey gabster!' Oh Ashely

'Oh my god Ashely'

'Hey how've you been' she says in her British accent

'I'm fine and I'm not single anymore!'

'Who is the lucky man?' She might think I'm a tomboy