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20:10pm

*Adrian's pov*

"Ugh, honestly, when I find that fool, I'm going to shove it so far down his throat that he fucking chokes and die on the spot, that fucking asshole!!"

'what the fuck am I thinking'

I huffed in frustration as I sped on my way home. I was irritated and wasn't having the best day. Not being able to be near (y/n) was even worse.

Isaac stole my van and Cyrus was his accomplice. I feel like those two are more chaotic together rather than Blake and Luca, and it's quite disturbing.

I had to get myself to the nearest dealership and get a brand new vehicle in order to get home. The amount of cash wasted on another one of these was annoying.

But in a way , it's best to have a separate vehicle for myself.

The only one besides myself, who has a proper license permit and a vehicle of his own, is Blake. Isaac wings it all the time , driving recklessly without a license, along with that annoying smile of his.

And it's quite possible to guess who pays for all the fines he leaves behind.

'tch, fucking imbecile'

Cyrus doesn't like driving because he simply hates the noise of traffic although he drives pretty well , but too darn slow.

As for Luca, if there's an easy way to kill yourself, have him drive you through town. Boy's got zero control yet loves to drives and I don't see how that works out, at all.

'how annoying'

As I was stuck in traffic I couldn't help but wonder how (y/n) was doing.

Is she's okay. What her condition was like, whether she had eaten.

'...I hope she did eat though...if not then...'

A headache crept in, as if I didn't have enough to deal with already right now. Not being at home for so many hours was getting to me.

Besides the fact that I have four grown ass men to deal with , I needed to make sure (y/n) was alright.

I don't know why, but the feelings I have towards (y/n) is new and quite refreshing in a way. I guess it's just like that for everyone else, even so..

'....will she ever except us as we are and not what we pretend to be...'

She's different, that's for certain. But even with different, one can't help but to feel a little bit insecure.

It's common with the human mind, of course.

We're always thinking about what others might see in us that we cannot. What they're able to outline which we would never know.

Its always been like that for the five of us, we all came from a similar dark place, we all found each other in that similar dark place. Having to open up our wounds to each other made us feel safer.

We most definitely have plenty of secrets, and this obsession with (y/n) isn't the first. But like I've said, she's different. We all like her this time, not just one of us. She's special, because she treats us all the same, even though we're all our own person.

With our own traits and personalities as well as our own flaws.

Even when I have asked her choose , she refused. Not because it was hard deciding among us, she just didn't want to. She was uninterested.

Completely unaware of the five of us falling in love with her at first sight.

Any other girl in a situation like that, would gladly and madly fall in love with us within seconds. They'd be head over heels, begging and pleading just to breathe the same air as us.