Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 25

Liza pov

I pulled up at the house but made sure I parked my car around the corner in a hidden part of the drive in case I had beaten Finn. I quickly jumped out of the car and made my way to the door.

"Liza." Someone screamed as I opened the door.

"Woah. Hey, hello." I laughed as she wrapped her arms around me.

"I thought you and Landon had had an argument or something. You like never come over anymore." She laughed as she let go of me.

"Bama, I was here literally a few days ago." I laughed back.

"But I wasn't here. And since then you haven't been round in ages. More interested in all the parties." She joked as I was finally able to shut the door.

"Well, I'll try and get over here more. But anyway, is Finn here yet? Or am I earlier than them?" I asked, watching her eyes light ever so slightly.

"Yeah they're here. They went out to the back and is probably sat at the pool. You know all they do when they come over is dip their feet in the pool." She pointed out as I followed her to the kitchen.

I could see Finn through the window. Just as Alabama had said, they were sat on the pool side with their feet dangling in the water. They seemed deep in thought, and you could tell they weren't dealing very well with what I had told them.

"I'll leave you guys alone." Bama said as she left the kitchen.

I sighed and opened up the door. The sound made Finn look up to where it came from. They looked at me and then looked back down at the water. I walked over, removing my shoes and sitting down next to them, dangling my legs in the water.

"Thought I told you to fuck off." They mumbled.

"Yeah, but you should know shits not that easy with me." I laughed, trying to lighten the mood slightly. "Look Finn, I am so sorry that all of this is being brought back up again. I never wanted for this to happen. I don't know how she knows, I don't know how she found out. I would love to know, believe me when I say I really fucking would love to know. But I just don't know. And I never wanted or meant for you to be dragged into it all." I explained.

"I know you are." They sighed. "I know you're genuinely sorry. And that's what makes it so much harder to hate you." They laughed, making me laugh too.

"I really am." I stated.

"It's just, people like her shouldn't be able to possess that information. Those are my parents she's hating on. Those are my parents she's lying about. And it just hurts so bad for people to believe a lie about two people she never knew.

I know I didn't know either of them as long as you did but I still knew them enough to know that those people online are not the people that raised me. My mom wasn't a junkie. She was a kind and caring and giving person who was sick. She was fucking sick Lizzie. I nearly killed her and then she was dying all my life. But no one fucking knows that. Because of Mads fucking Lewis.

My dad wasn't some crack whore. He worked his ass off to make sure he could pay for my moms treatments and then also put food in our mouths. Sure he wasn't really there for as much of my childhood as he could've been, but that was so that he could make sure my momma was safe.

I-it just fucking sucks to see so many randoms hating on two amazing people. Two people they never knew. I bet, if mom and dad were here, we wouldn't have had to go through half the shit we've been through. We wouldn't have had to pee in cups so our fucking foster parents could pass their drug tests. We wouldn't have had to learn how to look after ourselves at five and seven years old." They sobbed as they leant their head on my shoulder.

"Yeah, but Finn, if mom and dad were here, we would've never have met Landon. We would've never have met Travis and Colson and Bama and everyone else. If mom and dad were still here we would've never have left Louisiana. We would just be two ordinary people.

Now I know this is a shitty situation and the two people portrayed on the internet are not our parents, but I promise you, they will know. By the end of this month, the whole world will know who Georgia and Chris Boeman are. You have my word." I assured as they looked up at me.

"But you shouldn't have to. That's the thing." They pointed.

"I know, it sucks. But what can you do?" I pointed. "And now." I grunted slightly, taking my bag and coat off and dumping my phone on the side.

"What are you doing?" They asked as I dropped myself into the water.

"Oo, it's cold." I grimaced at the feeling of the water surrounding my body. "I'm apologising. The Boeman way." I stated simply.

"You're ridiculous." They laughed.

"Maybe. Finn Boeman, do you accept my apology and agree to be my little brother again?" I asked, pretending to bend down on one knee in the water and hold out a ring.

"So you're telling me, you've just submerged yourself in freezing cold water, to apologise to me?" They asked, holding in a laugh all the way.

"Yes. Now hurry up and accept my fucking apology before I drown Finley." I answered.

"Yes Lizzie. I accept your apology." They laughed making me cheer.

"Yay." I splashed them with a little bit of water. "Now go upstairs and steal a pair of Lando's swimming trunks. And while you're there get Bama to come back down and join us." I instructed, watching them get up off the ledge and walking towards the doors.