This Can't be Real..

Chapter 46

(June's POV)

adsffsjjjkhmgn, is all I'm thinking right now..

Miranda is as white as a muther truckin' ghost, her hands were kinda shaking. I was worried about her, she had been acting like this for the past two hours. I looked over at her, and I asked,"Miranda, are you good? Is you okay?" I karate chop her forehead, feeling her warmth.

"GURL, you hawt." I say, gasping. She glares at me, grabbing my wrist and twisting back.

"OW! WHAT THE FUCK?" I groan, and she lets my wrist go. Damn, where the fuck did she learn that? I smirk at her and sprint forwards, looking back, seeing her confused face.

She sprints, catching up to me. She looks over at me, smirks, and sprints faster. How the?! I look at her, once again, watching her shoe-lace come undone, my eyes widen and I scream,"MIRANDA! WAT-"

Too late.. 

Before I knew, she was on the ground, holding her knee,"HOLY MOTHER FUCKING COWS! OWWW! SON OF A FUCKKK.. I THOUGHT WE WAS BAE! I THOUGHT WE WAS BAE.." She crys out, hugging the floor.

"THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR TRYING! PHYSICAL ACTIVITY HATES ME, BUT I HATE YOU TOO SO.. Ha."  I'm now on the floor, holding my stomache, laughing uncontrolably. She stands up, like nothing happened, her knee bleeding. I stop laughing, looking at her like she's crazy. She shrugs her shoulders, walking over to me, helping me up.

"Umm.. How come you aren't crying? Doesn't that hurt?" I ask, glancing down at her knee. She shrugs her shoulder once again and says,"Meh, I've had worse. Just needed to scream the pain out." I look at her, and facepalm. 

Her phone blares,'Earned It' by the Weeknd. I jump,smiling at her, and singing to it, her doing the same.

"So I love when you call unexpected,

Cause I hate when the moment's expected,

So I'ma care for you, you, you,

I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah." I belt out the lyrics.

"Cause boy you're perfect,

You're always worth it,

And you deserve it,

The way you work it,

Cause boy you earned it,

Boy you earned it." She ends it. I smile, a slight blush creeps onto my face.

"Woah, Jess you're amazayn! I didn't know you could sing." She smiles widely.

"Are you kidding?! I sound like a dying whale. You have an amazing voice. And who the fuck is Zayn?" I say honestly.

"Well, remember when I told you about One Direction? Well, Zayn is one of the members. And me and him are like bestfriends. But it's that kind of relationship, were the girl falls for the boy. And it's happening to me.." She says quietly.

I looked at her, feeling bad. I can't help her because I don't know what it's like, and all I can do is wrap my arms around her, in a tight embrace. She squeezes me tightly, and sighs.

"It doesn't matter though. I'd rather be left like this, then ruin the band." She says, her voice quivering.

"Hey, you wouldn't ruin the band, I promise. My mama told me that if you want something, go for it, and you'll never know until you try." I say, still hugging her. She pulls back, after awhile, and we begin to walk to her hotel.

She gives me a quick tight hug, and I give her a thumbs up, mentally saying that everything is going to be okay. She walks through the doors, vainshing, leaving me here alone, in my own thoughts..