[Alana's POV]
Patrick and I arrive at a small cornerstore, he parks around the back of it before pulling out his phone and calling Pete.
"Hey, Babe." Pete answers.
"Hiya, we're around the back and I forgot the code to the buzzer. Do you mind letting us in?" Patrick asked sweetly.
"Sure, love. See you soon." Pete says before hanging up.
"Let's go, Ally!" Patrick yells, boisterously before getting out and going to the door where Pete was waiting with a smile on his face.
"Hey, Patty! Hiya, Ally." Pete greets us.
"Hi!" I say, happy to be at the studio.
"Come on in." Pete says, holding the door for Patrick and I as we walked through the hallway and into the studio.
Joe and Dad were in there with...
"IN THE HOLY NAME OF MIKEY FUCKING WAY ITS MIKEY FUCKING WAY!" I shout, clinging onto Patrick's cardigan.
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Hi.
I'm Sorry.
So, basically...
I'm dumb and mean and caught up in fucking myself over and dying :))))
I'm sorry I've not been updating :/
I'm gonna try and update at least a bit more.
I don't deserve vOtes but I guess vote if you enjoyed it, loves!❤️
ShArE wiTh yOur eMo fReNs👏
I love and appreciate you!🥀
220 words, LaDs.
(Go listen to This Is How I Disappear cOz YUM)
💞xoxo, Author.
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FanfictionAlana has almost given up...almost. She doesn't show it, though... her coping mechanism would make anyone think she's insane. She meets her heroes one day, what'll happen? [TRIGGER WARNINGS] Anxiety/ panic attacks Suicidal thoughts/ attempts Self...
