Hayes's POV
I woke up and looked over. Emma wast in her bed.
I don't care. Probley at like Starbucks or some white girl shit-wait I actually want a Cotton Candy frappe.
I did all my morning shit and then Cam and all the guys came in.
"Where's Emma?" Cam said. "I don't know I thought she went to Starbucks or something." I said.
"No, she always texts me and tells me. Any one know where she is?" Cam said.
No one answered.
"Ok so...."
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Eventually Cam just made everyone go around the block, by our-selves.
I was walking around, all bored, thinking of all of us, I'd be the last one to find her.
When I saw her against a wall, looking down, like she was feeling shame, with a bunch of graffiti around her. (Photo)
"Emma?" I said.
She looked up. "Damn it" she mumbled.
She looked up at me and held up her hands. They were purple and blue and orange and all.
"You don't know how to use a paint spray can?" I smirked.
She shook her head.
I smiled and picked up the blue bottle from the ground.
"Let me show you" I said.
"Hayes this is against the law" she said.
I just laughed, handed her the purple can, and repeated
"Let me show you"
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Fanfiction?*?*Hayes Grier FanFictoin?*?* Emma Dallas. Cameron Dallas's little sister. Very messed up girl. She never thought Cam loved her, Her parents died when she was 8, and Seirra, their older sister, called her names right before she left. "Bitch" "weird...
