CH3 Tears

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by RAWR_BEESH1

by RAWR_BEESH1

Were hopping right into it so.., LETS GOO

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Hearing somebody scream, you hurriedly unlocked lips with Kim and turned around, still having your arms wrapped around her neck. seeing who it was, your heart sank. Standing in shock staring at you, was Aria. Your BEST friend. Her face was laced with anger, betrayal, disgust, and sadness. She ran at you two, tears in her eyes as she pushed you apart and went to slap her mom.

"Honey! Its not as bad as it looks."

"YES IT IS MOM! YOU JUST KISSED A FUCKING MINOR YOU PEDO! NOT TO MENTION YOU KNEW I'M CRUSHING ON HER." She says, looking pissed as hell, with a look on her face that could kill.

"YOU DESERVE TO GO TO HELL!" Aria says, ready to swing, tears running down her face at an alarming pace. Before she can hit her, you catch her arm.

"That's enough Aria. Me and your mom are in love, you can't stop that.' As you say that, Aria looks to the floor, and drops her arms to her side. She collapses to the ground, throwing up violently. Her tears and throw up mixing into a sort of soup. An I hate my life soup. A Cailyn you messed up soup. But, you don't care as much as you should. Your in love, and you wont let her mess with that.

"I... I loved you Cailyn. I can't believe my own mother took you from me." She says, stopping her puking just to say this.

"I don't really care," You lie. You do care, but you love her mom more than her. "I love your mom and you can't stop that. Besides. You will NEVER and never had a chance with me. No need to cry over something that would never happen." You feel bad for saying this, but it was what had to be said. Kim walks over to you and hugs you tight.

"She's right Aria. I saw a chance for true love, and I took it." She says, smiling down at you. You smile back, deeply in love. Aria stares up at you two, and looks... empty, like all emotion had left her body in the moment. And with that, she runs out the front door of the house. Never looking back, or focusing on where she was going. Only thing she could focus on was leaving. You didn't care much though, you were too focused on the butterflies in your stomach and the happiness in your heart.