#dashsavannah

[athleticlynn]

text message || sayder

Ryder: Yo.

[treyweston]

TEXT || SAVANNAH & TREY.

TREY: I think you got me sick.

[athleticlynn]

NOPE || SAYDER

Fighting with Savannah was something he didn’t like. Hell, fighting with anyone was not something he enjoyed but with someone he was close to, it hurt a little more. He was just about to go out to find a gym to play some basketball in to clear his head when he heard a knock on his door. Going to open it, he figured it might be Eliza but when he heard the sudden halting voice he knew who it was. Savannah. He really didn’t wasn’t to fight with her anymore, especially in person. When she told him not to open the door he pulled his hand back and noticed envelopes being slid through the door by his feet. Picking them up one by one he looked at the art work and sighed. Reading on line or texting really was that much easier for him. All he had to do was talk text on his phone or translate it on Google on the computer. And with Eliza he could always sweet talk her enough so that she would read to him, claiming it helped his learn better. Picking up the one that was meant for now he read to himself, ‘Dear Ryder,’ not so hard he swallowed. ‘I me - I.’ Nope. Opening the door he called out for her,”Hey, Savannah! Can’t we just be grown ups and talk about this? I don’t have time to read all of this,” he spoke, folding the paper up and handing it back out to her, along with the others.

@savannahxgrace

[athleticlynn]

[text] I need you to come to the hospital please. [text] I'm fine. Kennedy's fine. [text] Maybe not Kennedy but we're here cause of Alec. [text] Please come to the hospital. Please. Ryder, I'm begging you. [text] I need my best friend and Kennedy needs you.

text: ............

text: Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just remember to breathe.