Chapter 14

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"I would never get rid of you, even if you tried to make me." I try to say as delicately as I can.

"I annoy you JC! You don't like me, and never will like me.  Did you lie?" She yells after I'm barely finished talking.

"Well... Yes.  Just so Sam wouldn't hurt me." God, I sound like a coward.  I would take a wrecking ball for her, let alone a small fight.  

"Oh, ya.  Because you didn't hesitate to beat Sam up at the mall for.. for, who even knows anymore?"

"So you want Sam and I to physically fight over you?" I sarcastically state.  The idea sounds utterly crazy,  but I would do it in a heartbeat if she told me to.

"I would never." Lia sounds highly offended and I run my fingers through my hair, she does the same.

At least five moments of silence pass before Lia speaks up.

"I'm so sorry." She mumbles under her breathe and scoots over to my side.

She nuzzles her face in my chest and I rest my head on hers.

"It's not your fault." I sigh.

The whole atmosphere of tonight has sifted on this beautiful summer night.  

"I have no where to go.  I don't think I could ever go back to Sam's house.  I don't think I could bare the wonderful memories of my own house.  I should just go back to my moms." She sounds so, emotionless.  

*Lia's P.O.V*

I can't bare my life anymore.  Moments like these make me wish I had never gone to that meet and greet. I look up from JC's chest and stare across the street when a familiar creatue walks across the street and stands in front of me.

It's Charles! I run to my ginormous dog and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Charles!" I yell as loudly as I can manage.  Soon my short moment of sunshine is replaced with rain, as Charles's figure fades away into the night.

It was all a hallucination? 

"Lia, you're scaring me."

"Me too."  I sigh.  JC is the closest thing I have to a friend right now.  And less than a half hour ago, we were yelling, crying, fighting, and everything was so chaotic.  Now, he's the closest thing to a best friend I have.  Andrea isn't here, and she wouldn't understand this hectic situation.  I'm so done.  

"What do you do when you feel like all of your friends aren't really your friends, like they just petty you.  So that's why they're your 'friends'."

"I don't know, I've never been there.  I've never had to go through that."

That night, we fell asleep on the concrete out side of McDonald's.  

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