Kidnapped Best Friends

Fuckbitchesgetmoney1994 ~Chloe

MY BABY WON THE CHAMP OF CHARITY AWARD I LEGIT BAWLED FOR AN HOUR IM SO PROUD OF HIM <3333333333333333

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He left me alone.

And by alone, I mean, alone alone.

He wasn't there.

He didn't leave me with a babysitter.

He didn't lock the door.

He kissed my cheek when I woke up, said "Be back later. I love you." And he was gone.

And I was so happy.

I took a shower, got dressed in leggings and a Marvel character crop top, ate a bagel and was currently lying on the couch in the living room upside down watching The Vampire Diaries.

This is about as happy as I could get here.

I also found Justin's phone.

I'm in the process of trying to hack into it while Klaus was trying to hack into Caroline's clear feelings for him.

C'mon, you made him find you a dress from his family stash, you wouldn't ask him a favor like that if you were completely heartless towards him...

I bit my lip and tried another pass code, getting another vibration and 'Try Again' message in return.

I rolled my eyes and blew air out of my mouth in frustration.

I guess pussyeater94 isn't his password.

"It is not funny!"

I glared up at the TV and stuck my tongue out at Caroline.

I thought it was funny.

I looked back at his phone.

Oh shit...

I typed my name in.

And then 'love'

And hit 'Ok'.

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It fucking accepted.

I groaned as Klaus laughed at Caroline more, feeling as if he was taunting me.

Justin's background was not me, thankfully, so I went straight into where it matters.

Music.

Because everyone knows looking at someone's playlist is equivalent to reading their diary.

I scrolled through his music and was constantly rolling my eyes.

He has a shit taste in music.

Way too much rap.

At least he has Michael Jackson, so he made up for it, some.

Ay yi yi yi...

"Damn, Justin, learn how to listen to good music."

Ugh, that's it.

I went into iTunes and started looking up good music.

Beyoncé, check.

Miley Cyrus, check.

Fall Out Boy, check.

Rihanna, check.