It’s a pretty long chapter. Hahaha sorry I didn’t know when to stop.
Bruno shrugged his shoulders. “I may be a dork, but I’m a handsome dork.” he smiled, nudging me. I shook him off. “Alrightie, Mr. Mars. If that’s what you think.” I responded.
Bruno smiled at me. I’ve never noticed how…
Blehh. I’m not happy with this chapter. Sorry, it’s short again. I hope you like it, though. :)
I decided to go to Makayla’s to see how she was doing, even though my mom told me that I wasn’t allowed to leave the house without cleaning my room. She has never drank that much before. Heck, I’ve never drank that much before. I was head to the doorway, when Presley stopped me.
“Where do you think you’re going, mister?” she asked, blocking the doorway. I grabbed her by the hips and carried her on my shoulder. I sat her down on the couch. “Can’t a guy go to her friend’s house to check if she was okay?” I asked. “Not if his mom didn’t him permission to leave the house.” Presley replied, crossing her arms. I gave her a dirty look.
“Whoa. What’s going on here?” Eric asked, walking into Presley and my stare-down.
“Bruno, here, is going to Makayla’s house, but hasn’t cleaned his room.” Presley informed him.
I rolled my eyes at her. “E, Makayla drank a beer and 7 shots last night. I wanted to go over and see if she was alright.”
“Isn’t she a gone by a beer?!”
“Yeah.”
Eric sighed. “Go. I’ll cover for you.”
I smiled at Eric and stuck my tongue out at Presley. “Loser.” Presley mouthed. I grabbed my sweater and made my way to Makayla’s house. It wasn’t a very far walk because Makayla lived a few houses down from me.
Once I got to her house, I let myself in, knowing that Makayla would probably to sick to get out of bed and that her parents worked on Saturdays. I made my way up the stairs and down the hall, where Makayla’s bedroom is.
I walked in to see Mickey lying on her bed. I didn’t know if she was sleeping or just relaxing.”Mom?” Makayla said. I smiled and sat at the edge of her bed. She shifted in her bed until she saw who was sitting on her bed.
“Bruno? What are you doing here?” Makayla asked, surprised. I smiled at her. “Just came by to check on you.” I replied. She gave me a week smile. Makayla’s smile quickly faded and she frowned her eyebrows and rubbed her temples. “Shit, my head kills.” she complained.
She sat up on her bed and stared into my eyes. “What happened last night? All I remember is getting to the party.” Mickey asked. “She doesn’t remember anything? That means she doesn’t remember how I felt about her.” I thought to my self.
Makayla waved her arms, snapping me out of my thoughts. “What happened, Bruno? Tell me, please.” she pleaded. I took a deep breath. “It’s a long story.” I replied. Makayla shifted a bit in her seat. “Trust me, Peter. I have plenty of time.” she said, crossing her arms.
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“Did you try calling his cellphone?” I asked pacing back and forth. Bruno’s eyes widened. “I didn’t really think about that…” he said, running his fingers through his hair. I shook my head. “Of course not.” I said.
We went into the kitchen and I grabbed the list on phone numbers the Browns…
so so so sooo sorry! I didn’t have time to write a chapter for this fanfic.
:$ I’m alive! lmaoo
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i cant see how to write you an inbox, so imma just send you this on fan mail. when you posting the next chapter?! <3
Tumblr is so confusing :S I will try to post a bunch of chapters this weekend. Sorry for the very long and unnescssary wait.
I’m sorry for the long wait. I’ll try to post a bunch of chapters for both fanfics this weekend. Know that this month is going to be messed up because exams are coming up. Thanks again for waiting so patiently and I’m so sorry for the wait.
