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Chapter 11
By Taylors-wolf-girl

 


He tried getting back up but I kept pushing him back down. There was a knock at the door leading to the hallway. Cone rolled so I was laying where I was for the night and went to get the door. I giggled at him because his legs weren't working properly since that was the first time he got out of bed. He opened it just peeking behind it.

“Hello”

“Hey Cone I'm looking f--” She stopped talking. “CARMAN GET IN THE CAR NOW!!” I just sat on the bed wearing Cone boxers and a tight ass sweater.

“what if I said no?” I questioned my mom as she stood in the doorway.

“well you don't have a choice do you, you are still under my control” she stomped her foot and pointed down the hall way. The school that Tara and I went to was about 2 minutes away so Derek should've been back any second now. Cone moved so he was standing in the door way with his boxers and t on. My mother tried to take a step but Cone snapped his arm out so she couldn't come in. I got off the bed and went into the other room. She didn't know that so I locked the door.

“Dave you gotta help”

“What's wrong?”

“My mother is here and she wants to take me home but if I go with her she'll probably hurts me cause I'm here with Derek and the rest of the guys and well I'm not supposed to be with Derek because they had a fi-”

“calm down calk down” he reassured me ad I started dripping tears. “don't worry Cone and Derek where ever he is wont let her take you back home trust me” He gave me a tiny smile and there was a bang that came from the room Cone was in. Derek came in through the balcony window.

“What's up guys?” Dave and I just looked at him and he hurried over. “what's wrong with her?” he shoot his head up and looked at Dave. He didn't answer I just pointed to the door that connected the rooms together. He got off his knees and walked over to it. He opened it and we could all hear Cone and my mom fighting.

“MOM WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Derek yelled at her.

“I'm here to get my daughter” … Sure she talked nice to him but not my boyfriend!!

“well she's not here she just left to go to school” Derek lied through his tongue.

“ok I'll go there, if I don't find her then your in trouble” Derek stayed in the other room While I talked to Dave.

“this is a nice way to celebrate your 18th birthday eh?”

“what your 18 today?”

“yeah Cone already knows and wants to do something for me and Derek I think he's done to much already so I'm not reminding anyone”

“well you can stay with us now because your 18 you don't have to go back with your mom” I was still springing tears here and there but it slowed down quite a bit. Derek and Cone walked in and sat on Derek's bed.

“Ok we need to get outta here like now because if She isn't at school when our mom gets there she's gonna come back and that's not a good thing cause she's pissed off. Cone Carman go get your things together and then lets go. Cone walked over to Dave's turned around and got on his knee's I was supposed to get on his back but I was tired and scared still so I did as was directed. He took me to the other room and I grabbed my bag and slipped on pants, and I was dressed. He only had to put pants on as well. I put my bag on my back and fell on the bed, and waited for him to get his socks and shoes on.

“ok lets go” he walked over to me and I got on his back again. I laid my chin on his shoulder and walked into the other room. The others were packed up already and we left. Cone took me right out to the SUV, along with Steve, Derek and Dave. Dave and Steve got in the very back and Coe and myself got in the middle. Derek was alone in the front but he didn't mind. I laid my head on Cones shoulder and smiled. It didn't take long to get to the airport. I was playing with my crutches with my good foot and Cone was laughing at my stupidity!

“wow your immature!!” he laughed out loud now.

“I know I know but hey that's why you love me!” I sized him up and he shut up!.

“What flight are we on?” I asked taking my head off Cone's shoulder.

“a public flight” Dave said sounding depressed about it. Dave hated public flights because everyone asked for their autographs, or if they had their music they would sing it so loud just to get their attention.

“Its ok Davey don't worry it'll be ok” He smiled and rolled his head and I heard his neck crack. I did the same and my fingers and ankles as well.

“ok that's not normal!!” Steve and Dave said in unison and Cone just shook his head with a smile on his face.

“I know but I'm not normal!!” Derek just smiled and Parked the SUV. We all got out and I was once again supposed to get on Cones back so I did. The airport wasn't that busy so not many people came running up the them. I was trying to get Cone to laugh so I was kissing his neck. He would cringe his neck every once in a while . I got him to laugh as we stood in line for the tickets Derek reserved yesterday. He got them as we all waited off to the side. It was 2 hours to our plane takes off.

“what are we gonna do?”

“sign auto's” Cone said pointing to a bunch of girls coming up from the left of us. He put me on his lap and tried tickling me. I laughed and I fell off his lap right onto my ass. The girls just giggled and asked questions and they answered. Once again the one question about me being Cone's girlfriend came up.

“Is she like one of your girlfriends or something?” one about 14, 5'5 brown hair asked.

“yeah she's mine” cone said lifting me back up and I laid back with my head on his shoulder.

 

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