Claire's POV
I was at Luke's and slept on the couch with Michael.
We both slept on the couch since we wanted Grace to have enough sleep and the couch was the only place. It wasn't that of a horrible couch so that was good.
It was 8 and I was wide awake.
Michael was sleeping so adorably next to me.
I hear a door open and I look up to see Grace.
I get off the couch slowly and walk upstairs to her.
"hey, how you feeling?" I ask with a small smile.
"I don't know. But I'm fine." She replies and we walk downstairs to the kitchen.
"Oh, hi Liz." Grace says with a wave.
"hey, Grace. I heard about it and I'm really sorry for your loss. Are you feeling okay, sweetie?" 'Liz' sweetly asks.
"Not that okay but I'm fine." Grace replies with a smile.
"You're one strong girl." 'Liz' says hugging her.
I look at them blankly not knowing what to do.
"Oh right. Claire, this is Liz, Luke's mom and Liz, this is Claire, my best friend and well the boys' too." Grace says and I shake her hand.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Hemmings" I say politely.
"Oh no, call me Liz. Nice to meet you darling." She said and smiled.
I smiled back and Liz turned and went out the kitchen.
"She has work from 9. Shes a teacher." Grace tells me. I nod.
"BYE GRACE AND CLAIRE! TELL LUKE I SAID HI!!" We hear Liz shout from out the kitchen.
"BYE!" We both yell and we start making something to eat.
"I'm so proud to be your best friend you know." I say with a small smile while I make scrambled eggs.
"Why is that?" She asks.
"You're friends with THE 5 Seconds of Summer, you're so fearless and brave and you're so strong, you're really beautiful and you aren't ashamed of who you are and you don't really care when other people says bad about you. You have no regret and you're so you. Did I say you're one strong women and there's no one I have ever met in my entire whole life, someone like you." I say.
"Aw that's really sweet. But it's not that I'm not ashamed of myself or I have no regrets. Yes I do have regrets but it won't last that long because I know I can't change something that has already happened. But I can change the future. But it's just going to depend on how I act upon. It's not that I don't care at all if I got said bad, I do but it's not something I should care about eh? I'm not that strong, it's that even if I had ever self harmed or cried for hours and hours, what's going to change? I might feel a bit better. But my sadness or my anger would never go away. Self harm might feel good, but then what? You feel good for only some seconds and you'll feel like a total bullshit again. The most important thing is on how you act will choose your future. And that's why I don't get depressed that long, or that's why I don't get angry that long. There's no point of doing those things. I'm still sad, I feel like I haven't loved my parents enough or I haven't loved my parents right, but I can't keep on fussing all about with that. They're dead. Its going to take so much time to get over it, I mean I don't think I would ever get over it. But I know how they'll be peacefully sleeping up there, and they'll be watching me. I need to move on with my life and live the life I know my parents wanted me to have. I'm going to live a life that my parents will be proud of."
That was one inspiring speech.
I heard some clapping behind us. I turn around to see Michael and Luke both clapping. I stopped the fire for a second and clapped with them.
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How It Ends {l.h}
Fanfictionit's tough having a famous boyfriend. (LIKE THE FIRST TWENTY CHAPTERS ARE RUBBISH, I WROTE IT WHEN I WAS MUCH YOUNGER BUT IT GETS BETTER AND MUCH MORE DRAMATIC I SWEAR!)
