"I'll see you, tomorrow." He called as he walked out of the driveway and into his. I lay on my bed. Hoping he was right. I walked out on to the balcony. He looked up from his laptop and waved. I smiled and he came out to his window. "Miss me already?" He laughed. "If only you knew." --


16. And this is when we find out who's calling ~Cheyenne~

Demi's Point of View

(As a 'serious' author this is how I'm supposed to write it)


I groaned and looked at the caller I.D. holy crap. "Sorry Niall gotta take this" I said answering my cellphone. "What do you want now?" I asked my sister Jessica. "I need money..." She trailed off. "Jess I told you before I'm not a fricken' walking, ATM" I said as my voice rose. She sighed in response. Jessica is my little step sister, and I love her, but I hate her if that makes any sense. "How much do you need?" I asked annoyed getting a pen and piece of paper. "Just like fifty" She said cheerily. I closed the pad I was about to write on and put away the pen. That's it? "Wow I'm shocked." I said chuckling. She giggled hanging up. Niall walked over to me with a concerned face. "Everything alright?" He asked. I nodded and sat down in the stool by the counter. He turned for the door when I grabbed his wrist. "Stay with me?" I whined. He smiled and we walked over to the couch. I sat down first and patted the couch indicating where I wanted Niall to sit. I lay my head on his torso and let my eyelids cover my eyes. "Good night my walking ATM" He gently kissed my forehead and I smiled. "Good night Niall" I muttered


Demi's Point of View

(How I originally wanted to write it)


I groaned and looked at the caller I.D. "Sorry Niall I gotta take this" I picked up my phone. "I can't  really talk now..." I trailed off. "Whatever do you got the drugs" My zebra rochelle asked in a whisper. I thought for a bit. "Do you want the meth, or the heroin?" I said in a whisper as well. "Both. I'm gonna get high tonight" He said louder than I expected. I laughed. "What are you eating?" I asked as he crunched. "Oh just the potatocorn who owed me some morphine.." He trailed off. "Help--" The potatocorn was cut of as rochelle took one last bite. "Mhm tastes like potatoes" He swallowed. We both laughed mischievously. 




 Hahahahahahaahahaha I can't breath I saw potatocorn in the comments and I cried, man you are funniie. Dayum. Oh my gosh there are so many red lines under words right now. I love all y'all so much. And I'm serious thats how I wanted to write it. WARNING: I LIKE ZEBRA'S THAT GET HIGH ON DRUGS, I ACTUALLY HAVE ONE HIS NAME'S NICK... *INSERT SHOCKED FACE HERE*

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