2: Shadows

Peyton is done being depressed. It's been four years since her boyfriend, Justin Bieber, was shot by a guy named Colton--and now, all she wants to see is Colton, dead. Though, the familiar shadows are distracting her, because they all remind her of her boyfriend. What happens when she finds out that she was right, all along? And what happens when more shadows get into the picture? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


5. Chapter 4

"Come on, just try it." Peyton pushed the french fry towards Ryan again, who wrinkled his nose. 

"Ew, no. I prefer french fries dipped in ketchup not french fries dipped in my perfectly good chocolate shake." He protested. 

With a sigh, Peyton gave up trying to give Ryan her favorite combination of french fries dipped in ice-cream. She really didn't know what people had against it--it's the best snack she's ever had. "Suit yourself. You're going to be wanting some later." She stuck her tongue out at Ryan. 

He smiled. For some reason unknown, Ryan seemed to be acting weird. Not just at the restaurant, but he has been all day. This morning he wasn't in his room, He seemed reluctant to come with on the trip, and now he was acting all...all wrong. 

"You okay?" Peyton asked. 

Ryan quickly nodded his head, then looked around the building, nervously. His eyes rested on one booth for a moment, but then he quickly turned back to Peyton. "Yeah, I'm fine. Never been better."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oookay. Ready to go?" 

"Yeah. Just go wait out in the car for a moment, I have to uh...do something." 

Peyton nodded, not wanting to question him further. She knew that Ryan was capable of yelling really loud, and if she asked him enough times--what are you doing?--he'd yell at her. Normally that wouldn't happen, but Peyton figured that something was  bothering him today. 

She sighed and made her way out the door, into the parking lot, over to the Range Rover, and got in. She turned the radio on. Immediately after she did, it was off again. Her ears weren't built for One Direction anymore. She couldn't even remember the last time she listened to music. 

Since there seemed to be nothing to do, other than play on her phone, she decided to watch and see if she could figure out what Ryan was taking so long to do. She thought she could see him talking to a boy that was about his height, but she didn't recognize him. Suddenly, Ryan was in the car next to her.

"How? Since when are you that fast?" She asked, still breathing heavily. 

"I don't know." Ryan laughed. "Let's find a motel or something, it's getting dark." 

Peyton was about to nod, then something pricked the back of her mind. "No." 

Ryan stared over at her. "What?" 

"I think we should just keep driving a little further." Peyton sat up. "The more ground covered, the better." 

After an awkward moment of silence, Ryan nodded. "Okay. It depends on how far we can get before it starts turning dark, but, we'll either stop in Alabama or Mississippi. Sound good?" 

"Sounds good." 

Ryan drove out of the parking lot and started down the highway again. Peyton tried to focus on the different things and buildings that she saw out the window, but they were only making her feel nauseous. So she laid back on the seat, and closed her eyes. 


Sooner than she thought, Ryan was shaking her awake, telling her that they were at a hotel in Mississippi. How they had gotten through Alabama so quickly--Peyton had no clue. But she was grateful to finally be stopped at a place where she could get some proper sleep. 

They decided to just grab what they needed out of their bags so they wouldn't have to lug all of them into the building. The lobby was nice and new, and the employees at the front desk were nice enough to give them a free upgrade for a room with two beds in it. As much as Peyton liked Ryan--as a friend--she didn't want him to suffer on the floor, or even worse, next to her in bed. 

Their room was almost as nice as the lobby, and the beds were really comfortable. Peyton went into the bathroom to change, then she went to lie down on the bed and go to sleep, considering how tired she was, she didn't care that she was being a Debby-Downer by going to bed so early. 

Sleep wasn't coming to her, though. She was distracted by the fact that Ryan was talking to someone on the phone. 

"Just get a room in this hotel," Ryan said. 

Though the voice on the other end was faint, Peyton tried to make out what they were saying. "I don't want to risk it." They said. 

She heard Ryan sigh. "It's fine, she's sleeping anyways." 

"Is it too early just to come now?" 

"Yes," Ryan snapped. "You're insane if you think she'll accept anything right now. She's having a hard enough time as it is, and if you just happen to drop by, she's not going to react the way you think." 

"I know, I know. Whatever. I'll just get a room and wait until you guys reach Cali. It wouldn't be bad to do it when you guys are in Cali, would it?" 

Ryan hesitated. "If you somehow manage to do it without scaring her to death, then California is an alright place to do it. Now, I have to go, I'm super tired." 

"Kay, just text me in the morning--" 

Peyton couldn't hear the rest of what they were saying. Her mind was too busy wondering what the hell was going on. 


Sorry if it's too short. But I like this chapter, don't you? (;

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