{A/N : I'm feeling so soft while writing these oof. You guys make this, one of my dreams to be a decent writer feel like I'm halfway there already. Thank chu babes ilysfm}
Topanga
( I got it! >
< Got what? )
( *photo of plane ticket attached* >
( Wait! >
( What about Jess? >
< What you on about babe? )
( Jesse. I dognapped her off your parents last week, ran up to me just when we were having our argument. Bless >
< awe my wee queen )
( Connor's quaking >
< PAHAHAHA )
< Leave her at mum's T )
( Okay, see you >
< Safe flight for whenever, bbg )
-NEXT DAY-
I stepped out into the glazed sunlight, the beams making my highlight glow. I smiled like a 5 year old arriving at Disney. This is my Disney.
I looked around for the luggage depo and headed there straight away. Brad thought I'd be here at about 8pm. Sucks to be him, it's 5am. I'm shattered.
My eyes traced around the many different suitcases, shortly landing on a Gucci one all my family had out money together for, for me. They're the literal sweetest. I smirked at the thought of my parents going into Gucci. They'd get lost, and I remember them telling me they did when I opened it.
But anyway!
I tugged at the velvet and pushed through the heaps of people as fast as I could, humming to the music what was blasting through my headphones. My kinda shit.
I finally reached the end of the blazed croud and felt heaps of my pride run back to me. I never liked crowds at all, I don't know why but it sent my anxiety through the roof. Usually, I had Brad to protect me. But at 5:15am, I don't.
Well, I mean, thank god because he needs his sleep, but I just want one of his famous bear hugs, you know the feeling?
I whipped out my phone and skipped straight to messages. I clicked on Brad's name. It said he's active, strange.
( Brad >
< Bbg )
( Why are you up so early? >
< Couldn't sleep. Too excited for today )
( What if I told you I was already, um here? >
< DONT LIE )
< YOU CAN'T BE )
( I'm not lying Simpson >
( Come pick me up >
( This teens watching me and it's creeping me out hella bad >
( he won't believe me that I have you when he asked for my number >
< I'M COMING TO KICK ASS )
( DON'T GET HURT BABY I NEED YOU >
< For you princess, I'd do anything )
YOU ARE READING
Cheater - BWS
Fanfiction"Hunny, Brad's okay, it's just when I say.. You won't be." "What do you mean?" "Brad cheated, baby girl"
