I immediately walked in to the parking, pulled my keys out from my pocket and then slid it off in to the keyhole. When I entered the car, I immediately closed the car and then started the engine, pulled over and then started to drive away from the studio.

The photoshoot was pretty much to handle. At first, you feel welcomed, yes. But then the new beginner models chimed in, the photoshoot was really messed up. They keep on whining and they really don't know what to do and how to deal with them. All that they know is just to complain so I did all of the work of the necessities of the photographer.

I opened the car stereo as the clouds painted in the sky, sure it was a heavy rain ahead so I better drive fast to my home.

While listening in to the stereo, I was thinking of something vague that I really can't picture out of my mind. I know that thinking something while driving could lead me in to an accident but I need to picture this out before I messed up the ideas and lost it again.

"Psst! Gianna!" I woke up from the dark place, where I completely see nothing and I was just lying on the cold wooden floor of the attic. I roamed my eyes and saw Alex, he was in the hole where we used to talk. He made a big whole just enough for him to slip himself in my room, I gasped.

What if my parents would see him?!

I woke up from the deep reminiscent, I saw a curly haired man who was standing in front of my car, I just stopped automatically before I hit him. God. I don't want to kill anyone!

"Hey! Watch out! It's a driving zone! Not a pedestrian path!" I angrily screamed at him, he just looked at me and fake his gasp. Man. This guy really gets in to my nerves!

"What?! You're not going to move?!" I pressed the honks again and again, but the guy don't have the guts to move even a little. What does he want in his life?! Do he want me to kill him? I'll be glad to do that!

I was about to pull the break but then he placed his hands on the hood of my car, saying something I cannot hear because of the car stereo. As if I would get a chance to have myself hearing his pleas, I wanted to get home early and make up for Sophia! Ugh.

"Heeey hear me out!" He said as he moved in to my window, I rolled my eyes and put my eyewear down. He was taken aback and look at me again, looks like he's somewhat familiar.

"I was lost. I'm in a band, like four boys from Chicago you recognize us?" He asked, I just rolled my eyes in response. Oh sure do. I would love to hear his excuses. He just tricks me. I know some bands from Chicago but I wish that only members of Fall Out Boy was the one who was standing in front of me.

"I'm the guitarist from Fall Out Boy. I'm Joe Trohman!" He explained. Seriously? He's Joe Trohman?

I darted my eyes in to him, examining his features. He has a curly hair but not as long as it used to be. He had the chiseled face that the pictures told me, so... If he's Joe Trohman... What does he want from me?

"What do you want?" I calmly asked as I set my mind on. Not keeping distractions in my way. I need to go home and make up to Sophia take care of Tristan and say how sorry I was not being in her interview with Fall Out Boy. What?

"I was lost. Pete... Or one of my band members didn't remember my presence." I laughed at him and was about to press my car's gas pedal, he was keep on knocking on my window pane.

"Pleasseeee hear me out!" He pleads, I stopped and rolled the window down. He leaned in to the window and we're now face to face.

"I want to go home Mr. 'Guitarist from Fall Out Boy or so whatever!' I just want to go home." I retorted as I make a hand gesture of quoting. He smiled and places his hands on my car, pleading for me to hear him out.

"Can you please take me in?" He asked. Then all of the sudden, heavy pour of rain started to wet my windows, I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"Thank you so much!" He said and he opened the door, he closed it loudly and then he started to make himself comfortable in my car, took seatbelts as if I'm going to kill him with my driving.

"Don't you dare to kidnap me with ransom. I know your car's plate number and I finally saw your ID so you're no sa--" I glared at him ad he had the guts to say that. He's the one that was begging for help and now he's suspecting me to get him in trouble? God this guy is so annoying!

"Be careful about your words Mr." I hissed and hit the gas pedal forward, causing him to cuss and scream in my car. I stopped and looked at him, smirk crept up on my face as he looked at his surroundings. He let out a small gasp and looked at me.

"Don't you dare!!" He screamed like a school girl and looked at me, I smirked and unbuckle my seatbelt. Ha! That guy! He's so scared for his life!

"Heeey! Don't move or else I'll jump in this car and call the police!" He warned me with a cross sign on his hands, pushing his two hands that formed cross forward to me, as if I'm a vampire.

"What? I'm just getting my bottle." I said as I bridged my hands to the adjacent seat and looked at him, opened the cap and emptied the water bottle, painting the smirk that I had ever since he rode my car.

"Fine, just... Just don't scare me like that again." He said as he look in to the window, tilt his head in to the pane and stare at the moving people.

"Where am I suppose to dispatch you?" I asked him, he looked at me and smiled. I think he knew the thing that was sinking in to my mind.

"Just get me down in to this address because I'm seriously not familiar in this disaster town."he said as he looked at me, gave me a piece of paper and I rolled my eyes. Disaster Town?

"Tell me about it." I teased him, adjusting myself to his mood. He rolled his eyes and let down a low sigh, I started to drive in to this route that he gave me.

"Why? Were just strangers and I should doubt myself for trusting you." He scoffed, I stopped the car.

"I don't say that I let you in the car, I'm trusting you. I'm just being a kind citizen here and you're pleading yourself in the rain and even introduced yourself as 'the Fall Out Boy's guitarist' I don't even know your name and by that look? You look so questionable. Maybe I'm the one who sh--"

"Enough," he scowled. I immediately turned my head to him, he is now no chill. He's actually mad and wanting himself to punch me but he can't. What's stopping him?

"Just... Just continue to drive." He stare back in to the droplets on my windows, I sighed and agreed for having no more arguments with him.

I pulled over the gates, my car can't go in. The security won't let me in because of their so "tight" security so I just pushed him out of my car. And to his gratitude, he shut my car very loud, even crashing my baby's back. How dare him!

I drive past him, not letting myself to waste another breath scolding him. I'm just wasting time and I really want to go home now.

The rain fell hard, my headlights are turned on, I wish I won't be crashed or something. I really want to go home now and have a rest, have enough of this disaster town as that "Joe Trohman" said.

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