He believed and trusted Hope to be his Co-Pilot, it's the squeaker we all know as Lui! We're down to the last few sims until we get to Evan and I'm honestly so excited for you guys to see him! The song is Losin Control by Russ.

(Hopes POV)

     Please pick up... please for the love of fuck pick up. The ringing stops and I hear Brian pick up the phone.

     "Hello?" He asks confused. I pull my coat closer to my body, I swear I can feel frostbite creeping up on me. I should have picked a warmer place to ruin away too, like Vice City.

     "Brian... I'm hungry... I'm cold... please... come get me... I want to go home..." I was shaking and my teeth were chattering, I could barely control it.

      "Where are you, I'll get you right now. Just say the word, and I'll come to get you Shortcake." He said. Leaving in the dead of winter and coming back to North Yankton was a mistake, especially when there's a blizzard going on. I felt tears run down my face, already making my face colder.

     "North Yankton, in my old hometown. I'm sorry Brian... please just come get me... I ran out of money and can't get anywhere..." On the other end of the call, I can hear Brian slam his car door and his car starting.

     "Stay where you are Hope. I'm going to fly out and get you. Holy shit, it's been weeks, the police are involved Hope. Your dad is stressing out about you missing, and Holly and Autumn have been in hysterics since you left. I don't even want to get started on how I've been handling this... Hope, I thought you were dead." The tears just fell faster down my face.

     "Please... just hurry... I'm running out of time on this payphone... I'm in Ludendorff... where dad was in that bank robbery... I miss-" The call ended before I could tell him I missed him. 

     Those were my last quarters. I hang the phone back up and step out of the telephone booth, back into the bitter cold. I go sit on the snowy dirty ground between two buildings and wait. Wait for Brian, or wait for hypothermia to get me. 

     Why did I do this? Why in the hell did I do this? The fight wasn't even that big, but when he started acting like I wasn't there when I tried talking to him or walking with him, is when it really set in. I thought I could prove a point that I didn't need anyone to help me, I was completely wrong. I just hope that he gets her fast enough.

     I pull my blanket closer to me, as I wake up. I felt cold but the sweat pouring down my face said otherwise. I kick off the blankets and lean over to turn on the bedside lamp. I'm just going to keep writing these down until they go away or I get dreams that aren't about my past. I pull out the yellow notebook from the drawer as well as a pen. I scan over all the dreams and flashbacks that I've had since they started back in Los Santos, 76 in total, and all about Brian and I. Going missing and back in North Yankton during winter, I write out. 

     I wonder if Brian is having these memories come back to him as well. If Brian is alive for the matter, no he's smart, he and the guys know how to take care of themselves. They were doing fine before me, they're probably doing a helluva lot better without me. I set my notebook on the bed and get up, blindly walking over to my desk and computer. It's only 11 there, he should be up still. I turn on the computer and wait for it to start up. I guess a call won't hurt anyone.

     I take my phone off of the charger and go to my camera. I put on my headphones and smile at the camera as I take a picture. I look at it and see the bags underneath my eyes getting worse. It's better than nothing. I go to my Lifeinvader page and I post the picture with the caption, Trying to sleep in this city is like trying not to sing along to your favorite song, it just ain't happening. John and Luke thought it would be a great idea to set up a Lifeinvader page for me to try and meet more people as well as rekindle with old high school friends, which I had none except for Holly, Autumn, and Brian.

     I set my phone down and log onto the computer. I should just go back to bed and suffer another memory, but... I just want to see his face again, even if it's just for a second. It's been two months, maybe he's happy... I type in his name and click the video call button. 

     I pick my phone back up and already see I have a ton of notifications from people liking my picture. I glance over as the screen says 'Connecting...'. It was dark and very loud on his end that I couldn't even tell if he was talking to me or not.

      "I'm just going to end the call... I'll probably call back in the morning when your hungover and can actually have a conversation. Nice to see you're doing good, Brian." I give a quick smile and go to end the call until I hear a different guy yell out "Is that Hope?!" I pause, that was Craig talking. 

     I watch as the camera shakes violently, is Brian running? I watch as the neon lights brighten up his face as he quickly passes them. The music gets quieter as he enters a couple of rooms. Brian finally walks into a brightly lit up room and I saw him clearly. He looks up and nods his head.

     "It's her, she just called me. Do you want me to find everyone else and get them in here?" Brian asks. I only wanted to talk to you Brian, but I miss the guys so much I might cry just seeing them.

      "I don't know who's all still here, go get who all you can, and bring them in here. I'll tell whoever isn't here, tomorrow." Evan says. Brian looks down at his phone and studies me. 

     He hands the phone to Evan. His beautiful brown eyes were behind rimless round glasses, I never knew he had to wear them. I bite my lip and smile at him, don't cry, we're done crying, we're becoming our badass self again. Badasses don't cry, only babies cry.

     "You haven't been sleeping either have you?" Evan asks as he looks at his computer.

     "Been having these flashbacks since I left so that's a factor for my insomnia," I say beginning to chuckle. He begins typing something on his keyboard.

     "I'm going to end the call and call from the computer alright?" Without warning, he ends the call but a few seconds later, my phone and computer start ringing. I hit the answer with video button and wait to connect.

     "There we go," He takes off the glasses and rubs his eyes with his thumb and index finger before putting them back on. Now that I look at him closer, I can see the dark circles underneath his eyes.

     "Why haven't you been sleeping?" I ask as I cross my arms. He sighs and lays his head back all the way in the seat. I'm surprised he isn't more emotional right now, he might be holding it back though.

     "Worried about you. Trying to keep the gang from going after each other. Trying to keep the club afloat. You know the usual." His eyes dart to the screen as he smiles at me. I look down and start to quietly laugh. 

     "Fuck." He says in a quiet tired voice. My brain and heart both react, stop it you two, chill the fuck out. We don't even know if he still likes us. "I guess when you haven't heard a laugh that you love in a while, it really makes you miss that person even more." He says as his eyes move up as if someone is standing in front of his desk.

      "Tell me that's her," Craig yells as Evan nods his head.

     "Yeah, she's on the call right now," Evan says as Craig comes into frame and looks at the screen. I smile and give him a quick wave.

      "Look... if I'm the reason why you went out there, I will take full responsibility for it. You can... you can hit me... call me names... take your anger out on me... I don't care what you do... I just want you to know that I'm so fucking sorry and I know sorry doesn't cut it but-" I bring my finger to my lips and shush him.

     "Craig slow down. You didn't cause me to leave, neither did you Evan, no one caused me to leave so don't blame yourselves or anyone else." I cross my arms and look at the two of them.

     "Why does it matter to me if she comes back or not. It only matters to the three retards." Tyler slurs as he stumbles into view, Marcel behind him. Nice to see you too drunk Tyler. Tyler starts to laugh as he points at the camera.

     "Well shit, there she is," Tyler says as he motions for Marcel to look.

     "She's going to beat your ass again I hope you know," Brock says as he comes into view. I smile and wave at Brock.

     "That's all I can find, can I have my phone back now?" Brian says as Evan looks down and hands back Brian's phone. 

     "Hi guys, I know everyone isn't there and this is... well the first time I'm calling you guys, but... I think that I-" I felt a tap on my shoulder making me jump. I turn and see a tired John in his pjs. I slide my headphones off and set them on the desk. I guess I must've woken him up, I mean our rooms are right next to each other.

     "I... couldn't sleep. I had another dream." I say as I watch him look at the computer. He smiles and looks back at me.

     "I think it's time Hope. You're acting like yourself again, and look at you, your talking with most of them. I bet if you go back, these memories or whatever will stop." John says. I look back at the guys as some of them give me a confused look.

     "I miss them so much. I miss kicking ass and taking names. I want to go back home, John." I  say. I miss Evan the most though, I miss his kisses, his cuddles, and just his love for me. I want to be back with Evan.

     "Don't tell me, tell them." He says pointing to the computer. I smile at him as I put my headphones back on. I open my mouth to speak but Tyler beats me to it.

     "Are you planning on coming back here soon? I'm tired of lover boy being depressed over here," he says while hitting Evan's back, "and I'm tired of these two getting into petty arguments with each other. about you" Tyler says as he points to Brian and Craig. Brock groans and turns to Tyler.

      "Shut up Tyler, just shut up for a few moments. We all know you don't like Hope we get that, but for fuck sakes, for the love of FUCKING GOD, ACT HAPPY FOR EVERYONE ELSE FOR JUST A MINUTE. A MINUTE TYLER! JEEZ!" Brock shakes his head and turns to look back at the computer. Where the hell did all of that come from?!

    "Go on Hope, I know you were about to say something till Tyler cut you off." Brock says giving me a smirk. I start to laugh and shrug my shoulders.

     "I think I'm ready to come home guys. I missed you guys like hell, even you Tyler, but yeah, I'm coming home." I nod my head and look over at John, who's also nodding his head. "Fuck it, I'll leave in the morning so I can say goodbye to everyone here." I watch as Evan's eyes light up.

     "Let's ruin my sleep schedule even more Hope why don't you. I have to do some things but, just text me when you're leaving their place so I can make arrangements and everything." Evan says, giving me his famous wink that I haven't seen in such a long time. And just like that, I wanted to be in his arms again in Los Santos.