YOUR POV
"Hey Y/N, can you fill me in today's shift and switch with yours because I have a important meeting to go to. So could you?" Michael your work buddy said
"Fine, what time does your shift start?" I asked him getting out of my bed
"At 7 pm" he said," thank you so much"
"No problem Michael but you owe me one now" you said laughing
"Don't worry girl I got you" he said laughing in return
It was currently 5 pm and to answer your question and yeah I have been in bed all morning and afternoon. I worked at a diner here in Los Angeles, it's not that popular but I mean it pays the bills so yeah, plus it's good work while studying here in college.
I quickly took a shower and put some tight white jeans with my black tank top and a red flannel, and of course some white converse. I put my hair up in a messy bun and headed out to work since it takes 30 minutes to get there.
Once I got there I saw the normal regular people I usually see in my morning shift, although today I didn't work.
"Hey lia, you came in the afternoon?" I asked the old lady that always comes in the morning
"Yeah I didn't feel like cooking today" she said laughing
"Oh okay" I replied and headed inside to put my stuff away and put an apron on
I began doing orders when some guys in black bandit hats came in with guns and some people ran out the other exit in time and some were screaming, 2 got shot and I dropped to the ground behind the counter.
I cried softly, trying not to make any sound. Is this how my life ends? Why? Why the fuck did I let him switch shifts with me today?
I quickly opened a bottom cabinet and hid there since that was the nearest place I could think of, I heard more screaming and a voice telling them to shut the fuck up
" get the money" one said
"What about the people?" A familiar voice said, I couldn't remember who though, especially not with this situation
"They won't know who we are, leave them" the other one said
Someone opened bottom cabinet, his eyes, they seemed so familiar but who was behind the mask?
"Y/N?" He asked
"Come on let's leave the police will be here any minute!" The other yelled, and then I heard another shot indicating someone was dead.
"I need to bring her" the familiar voice said
" I don't care what the fuck you do let's go NOW!" The other one said by the door
"No please please please don't do anything to me!" You yelled
He grabbed your hand softly and brought you into a black van. His hands, they were Steven's you could tell.
"Steven?" You asked once you were inside the van
"Y/N please I'll explain but please don't leave me this time -I need to explain" he said taking off the black hat
Why would your old crush/best friend be doing this? What has he gotten himself into?
Why?
You cried, not caring who saw
"Please don't cry" Steven said squeezing your hand gently
"You have a lot to explain" you said in between tears," but one thing- don't hurt me"
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How was this guys?
Tell me if you guys want a part 2? And I'll try updating today again if you guys do but if not it's okay. Also sorry if I ever use any of your names, just switch it and in imagines like this act like y'all older.Thank for reading. :))
