2:23.

I glanced at the clock again, thinking that time was frozen. Yep, I was going to be stuck in AP World History forever. I would never grow old, I would never marry John, and we would never have the house with the white picket fence. All because a clock in an AP class on a damn Wednesday wouldn't turn to 2:25.

"Hey, babe." My cute boyfriend John said. I turned away from the clock for a moment to look at him. "Do you want to go see the new Avengers movie?"

"Is the day long?" I asked with a smile, which meant hell yeah to the movie. John smiled and said that he'd text me the time later.

The bell finally rung. I got out of my seat. Just as I got to the door, the teacher stopped me.

"Lily, they need to see you in the office."

I internally groaned and walked to the office, trying to avoid bumping into people on the way. It's like a stampede at the end of the day. Almost like the stampede that killed Mufasa.

John suddenly caught up with me. "Whatcha doing?" He asked.

"I have to go to the office." I said, narrowly avoiding getting hit in the head by a football player slinging his backpack on.

"Why?" John asked.

"I don't know, but go home without me, okay? Call me on the home phone later because my cell's dead," I said. "I love you."

John smiled and pressed a kiss to my cheek. "I love you too." he said before he went back into the crowd.

I stepped into the office and stopped. My eyes widened at the sight of three police officers and what looked like an FBI agent standing in front of the secretary's desk.

I stood frozen. Great. What'd I do? Did I do something to get a freaking American fed in here? I must've done something.

"Lily Thompson?" The FBI agent asked.

I was shaking, but I managed to answer with a "yeah".

"We regret to inform you that your parents have been arrested."

Upon hearing this news, I should've felt sad or angry or smad, but I didn't feel anything. I would cry over a fictional character, but I wouldn't cry over the arrest of my parents. That was pretty cold.

Instead of feeling anything, I went completely numb. All sounds became blurry and it was hard to get back to reality. I could faintly hear the officers apologizing for my parents' arrests and offering to give me a ride home.

I didn't move at all. One of the officers walked over and gently took me by the elbow, leading me out to his car. I didn't have the energy to protest. I stayed silent in the passenger seat on the way home. 

Getting home, the officer came inside with me and explained a bunch about the upcoming trial and what would happen to me. I couldn't pay attention though. After explaining everything, the officer didn't look as if I had listened, which I hadn't. He said that he would have the FBI agent call me after a while to check on me. He left a note on the counter and left. The note said that I was pretty much on house arrest for a bit.

After he left, the home phone started ringing. I was still lost in my thoughts, so I let the answering machine get it.

"Babe, please answer," John said. After I  didn't answer immediately, he kept going. "I heard about your parents and I want to talk." Another pause. "Okay, that's it. If you don't pick up in five seconds, I'm coming over and tickling you. One, two, three, four-"

"What do you want?" I picked up the phone before he decided to come over and tickle me.

"Well, I actually wanted to come over and comfort my beautiful and amazing girlfriend," John said. "And maybe take her out to dinner."

"Babe, I actually don't feel like going anywhere."

"Oh," John sounded a little disappointed. I never turned him down when he wanted to take me out. "I could just come over. We could watch Netflix and chill or something."

"John! Do you even know what that means?" I asked, blushing like crazy. To be honest, my boyfriend was an innocent cinnamon roll. "Never mind. I need to be left alone for a while, okay? But I'll call you if I need anything."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too."

After saying goodbye, I hung up and turned on the T.V. With just my luck, the news was playing a segment about me and my 16 years of being "kidnapped". Even though they weren't using my name (maybe because I was a minor), anyone could figure out that it was me if they knew what was happening.

As I watched the news, I thought about everything John and I had been through. We had been friends ever since elementary school. We were together through thick and thin. Even when we started dating three years ago, that never changed. A girlfriend or boyfriend was supposed to be there whenever their partner needed them to be.

Feeling overwhelmed, I grabbed the home phone and called John.

"Are you okay?" John asked.

I shook my head. "No. I'm not okay."

"Do you need me to come over?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Alright, I'll be over in about 15 minutes." John said.

After hanging up, the phone rang again. Man, I was pretty popular today!

"Hello?"

"Lily, it's Agent Palmer with the FBI. Officer Reed dropped you off earlier. I'm wondering how're you're holding up."

I still didn't feel anything, which scared me. Was I dead inside?

"Yeah. But I do have a dumb question, but what did my parents get arrested for?" I asked.

What the FBI agent told me made my blood freeze.

"Your parents have been arrested for kidnapping an infant. You're that kidnapped infant."

"What?" I managed to say.

Agent Palmer cleared her throat. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's the truth. You were kidnapped from Japan shortly after you were born. We don't know how they got you of the country, but you've been raised in Canada your whole life. You're actually a Japanese citizen by birth."

"Why is it a big deal that I was kidnapped?" I asked. "My parents never abused me in anyway. They've raised me like I was actually born to them. They loved me."

"Your kidnapping nearly destroyed your biological family and their business . Your mother almost committed suicide and your aunt had a miscarriage."

Wow...My biological mother nearly killed herself and my aunt lost a baby. All because of me? That shocked me.

Not wanting to talk about that, I tried to move the topic to about what was going to happen to me since my kidnapper-parents were in prison.

"You will be moving back to Japan to live with your biological family in a couple days. They've missed you so much, so they want you to be with them." Agent Palmer explained.

"Would it be possible for me to get duel citizenship?" I asked. "I don't want to have to choose between Canada or Japan."

"I don't see why not. I'm sure that your family will give you whatever you want so you're happy."

"Okay. Thanks for telling me." I said.

"You're welcome, Lily," Agent Palmer replied. "I'll call back if there's any new developments."

"Thank you. Bye."

After hanging up, I sat there for a moment and closed my eyes, thinking about everything that happened so far. I had had one of the craziest days of my life. One, my parents go arrested for kidnapping a baby. Two, I was that kidnapped baby. Three, I was told that my biological mother nearly took her own life over me getting kidnapped.

That was a lot to take in.

KNOCK-KNOCK!!

I opened the door and John was standing on the other side. In his hand, he held a bag of groceries. I could see a gallon of cookie dough ice cream, whipped cream, sprinkles, and chocolate syrup. John said that he would never forget my favorite ice cream flavor. He may have been slightly drunk when he said that.

"Hey, babe. Is it alright if I come in?" John asked as he smiled.
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After having a very "healthy" dinner of ice cream sundaes, John asked if I wanted to talk to him about anything. I guess I was too overwhelmed with today's events, because I broke down crying after I said,"My bio family wants me back."

"Lil, baby, you know I don't want to lose you." John said, gently cupping my tear-stained face.

I didn't say anything. Everything I could've said already came out in tears. John's thumbs gently wiped the tears from my face. He pulled me close and rubbed my hair. I rested my head in the crook of his neck.

"I wish that I could something about this, babe," he said. "I wish I could fix this."

"You don't have to. I just want you to be here for me." I whispered.

John kissed my cheek. "I'm glad that you appreciate me being here. Do you need anything or can we cuddle?"

"I want to sleep." I mumbled after a while. John took my hand and sat me down on my bed.

"Babe, I'm-"

"Johnny, it's not your fault and all I want you to do is to be here for me." I said and he slowly nodded.

John crouched down in front of me and began to undress me. Most of the time, this would turn heated very quickly. It was the last thing on my mind and John seemed to understand. He unbuttoned my shirt, slowly running his fingers down my sides as he pulled it off and tossed it to the side. He had me lay down and he unbuttoned my jeans. I lifted my hips to help him as he pulled them off.

After taking my jeans off, he went over to my dresser to get a shirt for me. He came back with a Batman shirt that was originally his, but I stole it. He unbuckled my bra, eyes lingering for a few seconds, and he slide the shirt onto me.

"You're so beautiful, Lil." John said as he smiled at me and kissed my forehead.

I smiled and pulled John close to me. As we got settled, I cuddled into his side and he wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes and rested in his arms, trying to ignore the fact that I could lose him.

John started kissing my neck and he eventually kissed a trail up to under my ear.

"Goodnight, babe." he whispered and I opened my eyes to see his beautiful hazel eyes staring into my dark gray eyes.

"Goodnight, Johnny Bear." I murmured back and I tried falling asleep even though I suddenly felt like crying.
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