b r e a k d o w n s // jack johnson (ON HOLD)

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Song: Trust Issues by Drake feat. The Weeknd (the other song I had up got deleted from YouTube)

Bree and Aaliyah's outfits on top/side

Aaliyah's POV

I was walking back to my best friend Brianna's house with her, Starbucks in hand, earbuds in my ear, humming along to "Roller Coaster" by Blink-182. She suddenly yanks out one of my earbuds. "Bree! What the hell?!" I exclaimed, completely and utterly pissed. Music keeps me from having breakdowns, so yes, I'm going to get mad when someone takes that away. "Look back." Was all Bree said. I groaned, rolled my eyes, and turned around to look back at the Starbucks that we had just left.

When I saw who was outside the diner next to the Starbucks, I gasped. "Oh my fucking God, Bree! It's Jack and Jack, Skate, and Sammy!! OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! ITS THE FUCKIN OMAHA BOYS!!!!" I screeched at the top of my lungs. Bree giggled. "Calm yourself, hon. We don't want to scare them away." Bree said, putting her hands on my shoulders. "What are they doing here?" I asked Bree. She facepalmed. "Crap I forgot! They're here for Digi!" (Digi is the Digi Tour if some of you didn't know) "You forgot to buy tickets!?!?" I accused, "nope." Bree chirped, pulling two strips of paper out of her wallet. "Oh my God, Bree!! You know how much I've been wanting to go to Digi! How did you get these last minute?" I asked. "My parents are billionaires, remember?" I sipped my vanilla bean creme frappucino with caramel drizzle and tucked a strand of my straightened chocolate brown hair behind my ear. "Oh yeah. I keep forgetting." Bree's dad is a lawyer while her mom is a well known fashion designer. They're not around much, but they try to make an effort to spend time with Bree and her 10 year old brother, Alex. I always wished I was part of their family, even though I love my parents. I pretty much am part of Bree's family though. Her parents treat me like their second daughter, and her brother loves me.

"Yup. So you feel like going to the diner?" Bree asked. "Yup." I replied, and we practically sprinted back to the diner, dumping our empty Starbucks cups on the way. We stopped before we went in and fixed our hair and clothes. "Remember, act like we don't see them, kay?" I nodded. "Kay. Ready?" I asked. "Yes!" Bree practically screamed, making me wince. I unpaused my music, leaving one earbud out. "The Body Feat. Jeremih" by Wale flowed through my earbud, and I immediately relaxed, preventing a breakdown. Bree pushed open the door to the diner, and I stepped inside. Bree stepped in after me, closing the door.

"Hi, welcome to Bell's Diner!!" A woman in her mid 20s greeted us. "Thank you." Bree said from beside me. "Booth for 2 please." She requested, knowing that the only open booth was directly across from the boys. I smiled at her slyness. "Right this way." The woman said kindly, gesturing for us to follow her. We followed her the booth we both knew we were going to be seated at. I slid into one side, Bree across from me. "You do have money right? Cause I cleared out the rest of my money at Starbucks." I explained. Bree nodded. "I always have money." Bree said in a snobby, rich girl voice, flipping her long, blond hair over her shoulder. I giggled. "You're so weird, Bree." I said, looking at the menu. I could feel the boys' eyes on us. I got out my phone and texted Bree saying, "Do you feel them watching us too?" Bree put down her menu as my phone buzzed. "Yup." My phone read. I put my phone away and kept looking through the menu until I found waffles.

A waitress about our age came up to us with a notepad. She wore way too much makeup and her shirt barely covered her boobs, and her shorts were so short they looked like freaking underwear. I mentally wrinkled my nose in disgust. "What would you like?" She asked Bree in the same voice Bree was imitating a couple minutes ago. "a new waitress." I said in my head, but of course I didn't say that out loud. "I'll have the chocolate chip pancakes and a glass of water." Bree said politely, closing her menu. "And for you?" She asked me, as if she was disgusted. I mentally rolled my eyes and groaned, but out loud I said, "I'll have 2 Belgian waffles, scrambled eggs, bacon and an iced coffee please." The waitress rolled her eyes. "That's a lot of food." She stated, smacking her gum. I rolled my eyes. "Your point is?" I asked. "Don't you want to lose weight? You're not exactly a model." The waitress jabbed, smirking. I stood up. "Hey, you know the phrase you are what you eat?" I asked, fake sweetness dripping from my voice. She nodded, confused. "Well you eat shit. Think about it." I said, smirking as I sat down. The waitress took a while to understand what I have said, but when she did, she glared daggers at me. "Oh and by the way, we'd like a new waitress." Bree said. I nodded. The girl scoffed and stomped away. I flipped her off as she walked away. "Aaliyah, there're kids in here! And old people!!" Bree scolded. "But they didn't see!" I exclaimed. I could hear the boys chuckling across from us, and I could tell that Bree could too, because she laughed along with them. "You're nuts, you know that?" I grinned widely and repositioned my SnapBack. "Oh, I know. I was born this way." I said, flipping my straightened hair. "You're so strange." Bree stated. I flashed a peace sign. "What can I say, I'm a rebel." We both laughed.