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third person pov

trigger warning?!


valerie woke up late the next day, and just like a couple days ago.. she saw a notification from victoria. only this time, it was a missed call and a text message. she furrowed her eyebrows when it read, 'hey, i'm sorry for what i said. troy wants me to hangout today and i don't wanna go alone, can you go with me and i'll give you a better apology in person?'

she immediately raised up, her phone still in her hand. she decided to not be petty, and call her back. but the phone just rang and rang, victoria never picked up. so, valerie texted her a couple times.. and still, no reply. before she went to bad thoughts and worrying, she wondered if vic gave up and went by herself, and the reasons why she could not be answering.

after staring at her phone screen for awhile, she sighed and got up, she got herself ready for the day and texted ashtray, asking if he wanted to hangout again today.. in hopes he'd say yes and that would give her time to talk about their.. relationship?

after a couple minutes, ashtray texted her back with a simple 'yeah' and so, valerie made her way out the front door, missing maddy and her dad on the way, and sending her mom a message that she was going out, since she was in her room and valerie don't feel like going in there to tell her, in person.

on the, now familiar, walk to the store, she sent victoria a few more messages, some asking if she was okay and other asking if she was ungrounded.

finally, she reached the store, and with a sigh she slipped her phone into her back pocket. fezcos head raised at the girls entrance, and cracked a little smile. "hey, kid."

valerie smiled back, giving him a small wave, "hey, fez."

she pushed open the freezer door, and saw ashtray sitting in the same spot he always is, his head whipping up at the sound of the door opening, but relaxing when he saw who it was.

"what's up?" he spoke, as she went and sat next to him.

"hey." she responded, tapping her fingers on the table.

quickly, the two started a random conversation that lasted a good while, until ashtray asked about victoria. "you and victoria talk yet?"

she put her finger up, "oh, yeah.. kinda? she texted me asking if i wanted to go with her and troy because she didn't want to go alone, but i was asleep, and now she won't answer."

his eyebrows raised, "she alright?"

her head turned from him and to the table, picking at the skin next to her nails. "i hope so.. you know him, does he seem like a bad guy?"

ashtray shrugged, "i've only talked to him a couple times and that was for weed."

that didn't help at all, in fact she wondering now if troy and victoria were off partying. with a sigh, and leaned back and spoke, "i don't know, but if he fucks with her i'm gonna beat his ass."

ashtray chuckled, "yeah, okay, tough guy." he mocked her, as she always said that to him.

she glared at him, "shut up."

he laughed, before his mind went from troy and victoria, to what he was going to ask her yesterday. now wasn't an any better time, but fuck it, right?

"you know, yesterday, what i was goin to say was-." he groaned loudly as he got cut off again, only this time by her phone that rung.

for a second, she ignored it, giving him a gesture to continue because she really wanted to know. but, her phone would not stop ringing, so she picked it up, reading the name.. her heart dropped.

victoria's mom.

she glanced at ashtray, before answering and turning away from him. "hello?"

she immediately heard the sound of panic, victorias mom was panicking.

"valerie! thank god, are you with victoria?"

valerie's leg was shaking, not knowing if she should lie for her best friend at the moment or not. "um.. why? is she okay?"

she heard cries on the other side of the phone, and raised up more. "kim?" valerie asked, her now getting worried.

"no. no, she isn't okay. she told me she was with you and i just got a call that she got in a car crash.. and now she won't replyβ€” who is she with? do you know where she is?"

valerie stood up the moment she heard 'car crash' a million thoughts went through her head, but one stayed.. is my best friend dead? she felt tears coming to her eyes, so she quickly spoke to kim, victoria's mom, before hanging up. "uh- no, but i'll find out right now and call you, okay?"

she heard sniffling on the other side, before a quiet "okay." and she hung up, running out of the freezers and trying to run out of the store, but she was stopped by ashtray while immediately followed her.

"what the fuck? valerie, what happen?" ashtray asked, the grip on her arm never leaving.

tears were streaming down her face, and his heart dropped at that.. having no clue what to say or do now. "vic- she got in a car crashβ€” do you know where roy lives?"

fezco was now standing next to the two, worry all over his face. even if him and valerie weren't that close and didn't talk, it was clear his brother cared for the girl.. and because of that, so did he.

"mckays house, val." ashtray told her, reminding her that, that was troy and roy's older brother.

she immediately nodded, taking his hand off her arm and running, but fezco yelled after the girl. "wait! i'll take you."

she stopped, knowing what would be the faster way, and went to his car, wiping her tears and trying to call victoria more as fezco quickly locked the store and then started his car, driving as fast as he could to mckays.

after many, many calls, and no answer, val let out a frustrated sigh, her leg still shaking. ashtray noticed how worried she was, and reached back, grabbing her hand as rubbing it gently. he cringed, but at the moment the girl he liked was crying and worrying, he couldn't care less.

finally, they were on the street of mckays house, and saw two cars stopped in the middle of the road, the crash. valerie felt relief as she had just found her best friend, and quickly told fezco, "stop!" and the moment she did, she pulled her hand away from ashtrays and ran to the cars.

she saw troy standing next to them with his hands on his head, worry all on his face. valerie walked over to him fast, pushing at his chest. "where is she?! where is victoria?"

troy grabbed her arms to stop her from pushing him anymore, "stop! she's in there." valerie's head turned to where he had pointed, the cars. she's still in the car?

she rushed over to the car closet to her, pulling open the door and looking around. she saw roy, his arm bleeding and next to him.. victoria.

she stopped breathing, rushing to victoria who was pressed against the door. she grabbed victorias body, seeing she was bleeding from somewhere near her stomach, and carried her out of the car. once she was sat on the ground with her, she saw that victoria's eyes were slightly open, and let out a sigh of relief.

"holy shit.. vic, keep your eyes open, alright?" she told her, and victoria just smiled, nodding.

"is there an ambulance coming?!" she asked troy, and he nodded fast, going to pull his brother out of the car.

she looked between victoria and troy, wanting to be a decent person and help with with roy, but not wanting to leave her best friends side. ashtray came into view though, helping troy get roy out of the car. the moment he was done with that, he squatted next to valerie.

"hey.. you two together yet?" victoria coughed, making valerie panic and cover her mouth with her hand. "shh.." she told victoria, who chuckled at her.

finally, she heard an ambulance and looked up, asking ashtray to help her stand victoria up, and once they did, the paramedics had already rushed to them, taking victoria out of their hold.

valerie followed them, watching as they put her on a stretcher and put her into the ambulance, and she quickly grabbed the door before it closed, "wait! i'm coming."

ashtray walked to her side, and the paramedics looked at the two of them, "both of you?"

valerie turned to ash, not realizing he had been standing next to her. he nodded at the paramedic, and they finally moved out the way, letting both of them in.

valerie sat, grabbing ahold of victoria hand as ashtray sent fezco a quick text that he could just pick him up later, from the hospital.

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