JJs POV
J- Hey Kie what's up?
K-JJ I need you. I'm in the bathroom by the lobby. Please come get me
J- On my way.
I say hanging up. "What's going on?" Pope asked confused. "Kiaras crying in the bathroom." I say running up the stairs and knocking on the door. "Kie? Kie? I'm coming in." I say opening the door to the girls room. A couple girls scream. "I said I was coming in..." I mumble as they all leave. "Kie. You in here?" I say looking around. "Here." She says sobbing. I go to the last stall. I could her how erratic her breathing was. "I'm right here baby. I just need you to open the door." I say gently. She unlocked the door and wraps her arms around me. She was a total mess. Her make up running down her face. Her hair a mess. She was still beautiful. I rub her back. "You're alright baby. Just breathe." I say kissing her forehead. "What's wrong?" I ask her after a couple minutes. "I feel like a fake." She sobs. I sigh. Midsummers. Of course. I pick her up and sit her on the sink. I grab a paper towel and wet it. I wipe her make up off. "What are you doing J?" She asked still sobbing. "Showing everyone the real Kiara. She doesn't wear make up. She thinks heels are overrated." I say unzipping her dress. "What am I gonna wear?" She sighs. I open my bag and hand her my shirt. She slips it on and takes off the tight shinny dress. "You wanna take your hair out?" She smile and wipes her face unpinning all the flowers and braids. She looks in the mirror and smiles. "Thank you J." I nod. "Yeah let's go get drunk and dance." I say kissing her cheek.
