Y/N is a laid back fun 17 year old who likes to shoot guns during the free time. She isn't someone that many people mrs with outside of school. Stuff goes south when y/n runs into a gang and sooner or later she falls in love with a mysterious man...
You slowly sit up in the bed. You've been in and out of consciousness for a while. You look around the room. You're in yours and Gh-, your in Ghosts bed. You lean over and grab your slightly cracked phone. It's been a week!!! "Holy fuck." You groan and sit up. Your headache is gone and the bruises are beginning to fade. But are still noticeable. You slowly pull off the blanket and see your legs wrapped up in certain spots. You slowly stand up. You wince as you put pressure on your legs. You limp to the full length mirror and look at yourself. You're in a tank top and shorts.
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You wince as you look at yourself. You're arm is wrapped up like your legs. Your nose has tape on it. Obviously it was replaced. Ouch. "Fuck man." You whisper to yourself. Tha you start crying. Everything about your life you hate. You climb back into the bed while sobbing and go under the blanket. The door opens and Ghost walks in with a worried face. He sits down on the bed. "...Y/N? How are you feeling..?" You couldn't take it anymore. You pulled the blankets off yourself and climbed on his lap. You cried into his neck. "I-I m-missed you so s-so much. N-nothing was th-the same." You cried. He holds you close. "...I never wanted to hurt you, I think you should know. Ava kissed me. I threw her off me. I have you and I didnt want anyone else. Once you left me, everything fell apart..." He nuzzled himself in your hair and held you tight. You winced and cried more. "T-that hurts." You cried out. He loosened his grip. "W-wait I d-didn't say st-op!" You squeeze him. He hugs you tight again. "...I love you. I want my beautiful girl back. I miss watching movies with my babygirl. I miss being interrupted on my guns, I miss my baby stealing my damn bike.." He combed through your hair and you cried out loudly. "I'll give y-you a second chance." You sobbed. He smiled. A big genuine smile. Which made your eyes go wide. "...what..?" "YOU KNOW HOW TO SMILE?!" You hold his face in your hands. He couldn't hold back anymore. He pulls you to his face and kisses you. You both missed that and needed it. "So you never kissed her first? Or picked her up? Nothing?" You say after pulling away. "...nothing, I didn't want it.." "Good. And she is dead right?" "...very dead.." "Good. Good. Now.." you smack him upside the head. "..ow.." "You has that coming. You should have told me earlier!" "...I tried, but- never mind. You are right.." he shakes his head with a smirk and hugs you. He's just happy that he has his gun lovin girl back. Speaking of guns... "Ghostie, WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY GUNS?!" You shout. He gulps. "...broken. Ava broke them.." you both fall silent. "Go get me them now!" You scream. "..I did. I did. I've been trying to fix them..!" He said in his deep voice you love so much. You slowly calm down and he pulls you into the bed. "...but right now, cuddles.." He nuzzles you and you smile. You got your mans back.
