I Call It Love (Rocklyn Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Hellooooooo! Sorry it's taken me so long to upload D: I've just been really sidetracked lately. Idk, I've also kind of been having writer's block with this story. anyone have any ideas? :D Anywho... Yeah... xD here's chapter 4!

Chapter 4

"Yeah, I am," rocky grinned at me.

"OH MY GOSH!" I screamed, cupping a hand over my mouth. I blushed. "Sorry."

He flipped his hair. "It's fine."

We had at least a five minute conversation, before I realized my bladder was about to explode. I chewed my lip.

"Listen, I REALLY gotta go..." I didn't want to pee my pants in front of my future husband, now did I? "It was so amazing seeing you!!" I can't believe I was walking away from Rocky Lynch.

Rocky grabbed my hand and rubbed the top with his thumb. He smiled slyly. "It was nice seeing you too, Kaitlyn." He kissed my hand.

Oh my God. Rocky Mark Lynch just kissed my Freaking hand.

I let out a little gasp that I quickly sucked back in. "Bye!" I smiled, trying my best not to jump and scream as I walked away from him.

Only as I reached the bathroom, did I realize that Kylie wasn't at my side. I looked back to see her talking to rocky, their heads close.

I tried to shake off the idea that they already had a "thing" for each other. Kylie was fourteen, rocky was seventeen. Kylie was also my best friend; she wouldn't do that to me.

Would she?

Kylie wrapped her arms around Rocky's neck, and even at the distance I was I could see them both grinning widely.

So, Kylie wanted to steal my man? Whatever happened to, "he's so ugly yet talented." "My boyfriend has to be really hot, like Niall, so Rocky wouldn't even be my type."? For example, like that one time, when the cutest boy at my school asked her to the school dance with him (even though shes homeschooled, and three years older than her...) and she gave him a fifty minute lecture about how, if he wasn't Greyson Chance or Niall Horan, she would not go with him to ANY dance.

So now, did rocky qualify as one of those special someone's?

I shook it off. Maybe rocky just told her a joke or something, and then she asked for a hug. That sounded like Kylie. Even though she absolutely hated hugging anyone, if they were a celebrity, she immediately wanted to touch them. I know, she's a freak.

I went into the bathroom and peed, then on my way out ran into Kylie on her way in. She made a face.

"Told you it smells like hobo pee in here," she made a gagging noise.

I smiled slyly, trying to brush off the feeling that she was trying to steal my man. But I couldn't. I gave her a little laugh, that I hoped didn't sound half as fake as I thought it did.

Kylie looked at her phone. "Crap, I should probably go. Liam's supposed to be doing a follow spree on twitter sometime today and I do NOT want to miss it!!!!" She chewed her lip. "I also have to feed my turtles..."

"Dude, it's like, past lunchtime, and you still haven't even fed your pets breakfast?" Typical Kylie.

"Don't judge me! I was too busy swooning over this really hot photo of Greyson I found. Then I had to start school."

I rolled my eyes.

She giggled. "Text me!" Then she was gone.

I sighed, going to sit by myself on a swing. I half heartedly rocked back and forth, not even bothering to try to get up high.

What if Kylie did like rocky? What if Kylie had liked rocky all along? What if rocky liked Kylie? What would happen to me if they started dating? Got married? Had kids?

"Woah, slow down there," I quietly muttered to myself. "I'm sure this is all just a... Big misunderstanding."

I silently trudged home by myself, pulling my phone out of my pocket as it started buzzing.

Rhoda.

I ignored it, sliding my phone back into my pocket. The last thing I needed to do right now was talk to someone who had absolutely no clue as to what I was going through.

As soon as I got home I ran to my room, locking my door and throwing myself onto my bed.

Why did everything bad always have to happen to ME? Kylie could have Niall and Greyson, and I got rocky, we had made a deal. Kylie had even printed out little contracts that both of us had signed.

I screamed into my pillow, plugging my earphones in and blasting depressing music. I'd probably burst my eardrums, but who would care? Not me, not Kylie, maybe Rhoda would, since then her yelling at me would no longer be useful or effective. Not rocky, not my brother, not my family. Who truly cards, then?

Maybe if I shoved my face hard enough into my pillow I would just suffocate and die, and end all these stupid thoughts, and worries, and ideas all together.

I attempted to push my face harder into my pillow, but found that no matter how smashed into it my face was, I could still breathe pretty easily. I screamed and threw my pillow at the far wall, knocking down a lamp along the way. I never really liked that lamp, anyway.

"Kaitlyn!" My brother screamed.

"What?!" I replied shrilly, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

"Did you take my shaving cream?!"

I made a face, gagging. "Why the hell would I take your shaving cream?! It smells like a dead possum!"

"You know you love it, don't try to deny it!" He screamed back.

I rolled my eyes. "I didn't!"

"Don't lie!"

"I'm not in the mood, Cylus!" I screamed.

I heard Cylus clunking around downstairs for a good ten minutes, then the sound of his car leaving. Good riddance.

I chewed my lip until it bled, slamming my window shut and closing my colorful curtains, so that if Kylie tried to enter, she'd be locked out and have to leave. I'm such a wonderful friend sometimes.

I hugged my pillow tightly until my head stopped throbbing, lying down on my bed.

Does Kylie love rocky? The thought was bouncing around my head, consuming me.

So what if she likes rocky, though?

"Rocky's yours," a little voice in my head said.

"But Kylie would never do that to me! She knows how much I love him! Right?" I asked uncertainly.

"Don't let that little bitch steal your guy," the voice replied in a nasally voice.

"She's not a bitch!!!" Oh great, I was talking to myself. Out loud.

"Is she now?" The voice snickered, then started repeating over and over: "Kylie loves rocky, Rocky's going to love Kylie. You're forever alone. Forever alone. Forever alone."

I screamed and screwed my eyes tightly shut, trying to shut out the little voice inside my head along with the rest of the world.

It finally started to fade, and I drifted into a restless sleep, filled with nightmares about rocky, Kylie, hobos, and candy canes.