"Nothing." My voice quivered, and I looked out the window again. I took a deep breath, collecting myself so that I didn't sound like such a mess.
"You sure about that, bud?" He asked. I nodded, really not wanting to talk about it. Maybe I should tell them in a note and just...and just run away, that would be easier on all of us I think.
"V and I love you a lot, you know you can tell us anything, right?" He asked, and I nodded again, even though I actually can't tell them anything though. Jesus I don't deserve them. I should hurl myself into the Hudson, maybe the current would sweep me up before I realized what I was doing.
"I'm just...I'm just really stressed with everything and...I miss my friends...I'm sorry." I lied, feeling excruciatingly guilty. Lin shook his head, smiling a little.
"We all get like that, you don't have to apologize." He laughed, and I felt my heart sink ten times more with guilt. It turned to confusion however, when Lin pulled out his phone and tried to take a picture of me.
"What are you doing?" I laughed, hiding my face from the camera.
"This is like our part two to our 2AM ice cream date from months ago. Except...it's 3:30 and you haven't even touched your ice cream...um...so smile!" Lin said as the flash from his camera lit up the whole car. I laughed, shaking my head and looking down at my phone when it signaled I had gotten a Twitter notification.
Lin-Manuel Miranda:
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Ice Cream Dates @ 2AM: Part Two (except for the fact that it's 3AM, oops) @Just.Basic.Paisley
I smiled at the picture, turning my phone off and looking at the stars. They were so bright and absolutely gorgeous.
"Hey, so I was thinking that tomorrow, if you're up to it, we could-"
Lin stopped abruptly as he got an incoming call. It was from an unknown number, so naturally he grinned and put it on speaker.
Whenever we get these dumb calls advertising stupid stuff like free mortgage or free phones or whatever, we always mess with them to try and piss them off and it's pretty funny.
"Hello?" Lin asked the anonymous caller, still grinning like a goof.
"Hi, is this Lin-Manuel Miranda?" The voice asked. Lin looked a little confused. He'd gotten these calls sometimes from fans and then he has to keep changing his number because they leak it, so hopefully that doesn't happen.
"...Yes? Who is this?" Lin asked cautiously, the smile completely wiped from his face at this point. Mine was too, this was getting weird.
"Hi, this is Coates Law Firm in Los Angeles. I'm calling about your daughter, Paisley Miranda." And let me tell you, Lin's head snapped to me so quick it's a miracle that man didn't get whiplash.
Wait...but what did I do?! I know for a fact I didn't do anything illegal, the worst thing I've ever done was jaywalk on Broadway. And...that was an accident, I swear, but the signal wasn't going and Lin was gonna be pissed if I didn't get to the Richard Rodgers by a certain time. But tons of people do that all the time!
"What? Why?!" Lin asked frantically, and my heart was beating out of my chest. I can't go to jail for jaywalking, that's so lame, and I have so much more to do with my life.
"My name's Lexi and I'll be representing Jason Miles in the custody case of Paisley Miranda. I'll be calling later to discuss a date." The lady said, hanging up.
Oh.
My.
God.
This is...all because I visited him...isn't it?
I...I just screwed everything up.
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Hi hi.
I haven't updated, oopsies oopsies, blame my dum dum teachers who don't allow me a social life or anything other than homework.
Also I forced my mom to watch the Kennedy award things where they were honoring Hamilton or whatever and when Lin came on I said "Look mom, it's my dad, he's such a cutie" and she goes "I wish he was your dad, he's hot af." AND I'VE NEVER BEEN SO DISGUSTED/AMUSED IN MY ENTIRE LIFE AND WHEN MY DAD HEARD THE STORY HE WAS SO OFFENDED AND WOW I LOVE LIN.
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10K?!?!?! DID I TELL Y'ALL HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU GUYS BECAUSE I LOVE YOU GUYS AMDKDKKSKAKA YOU GUYS OWN MY ENTIRE HEART
ily babes, read on💓😛
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Fanfiction[completed] What's worse than a broken heart? What's worse than crying so much you don't know if you have any tears left? What's worse than Dad leaving and Mom dying? What's worse than being abused by your stepdad? Nothing. And trust me, I would kno...
Ice Cream Dates @ (3) AM: Part Two
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