Can You Keep My Secrets?

**Chapter 3**

Hours later, I was woken up by Cassadee and my dad shaking me "Nicole, Nicole, you need to wake up".

"What's wrong, seriously you had to wake me up at, 3:30 in the morning" I mumbled as I squinted my eyes to look at the clock.

"Well, uh, you kept on yelling, and crying. You were yelling mom's name" Cassadee whispered while moving my hair from my face.

"Oh, I probably had a dream, maybe a nightmare" I explained trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone.

They both nodded as my dad walked out of the door first, then Cassadee. I had the nightmare because I thought of my mom leaving, she was the parent I could tell anything to. My dad is mostly worthless when it comes to relationships or girl problems. I mean, don't get me wrong, my dads an amazing guy but he barely raises me anymore.

I sat in my bed staring at the ceiling until I noticed the sunshine peeking through my curtains.

Soon I got up, knowing it was a Sunday I had to get dressed up for church. My dad always drug us there against our will.

I dug in my closet and chose out a pair of black skinny jeans, a flowy navy blue striped tank followed along with a black jacket, then got dressed.

"Nicole, hurry up, we're going to be late" my dad yelled from the kitchen.

I sighed as I grabbed a pair of converse, put them on, and grabbed a few bracelets. I slipped them onto my wrists as I walked downstairs.

Walking into the church, I got my usual stares and whispers until I walked to the pew and sat down.

The service started about 10 minutes later. Singing, talking, speeches, more singing, and finally it was over.

"Dad, just drop me off at Keaton's, I'm not even bothering to stop at home, I don't need anything" I said as I closed my car door.

He nodded as he started the car. A few minutes later we pulled up to his house. Not bothering to say bye, I got out and slammed my door. Relieved that I got away from my dad and sister for once, I ran up to his front door. I knocked rapidly until someone answered the door.

"Nicole, hi, oh my gosh, Keaton, Nicole's here, hurry up" his mother yelled up to him followed by a caring and what seemed to be a protecting hug. "Nice to see you again Nicole"

"Nice to see you too Mrs. Stromberg" I said with a smile as she pulled away from the hug.

"Just call me Laraine, it would feel weird if you called me that for a while" She said with a smile as Keaton walked down.

"Okay, Laraine, see ya later" I said as Keaton grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs.

We soon got to Keaton's room and he just sat me on his bed, then he walked out. Staring at his walls I would let a smile appear on my face, the family pictures, and any other picture. But his family pictures looked different, just like mine, but no dad, that made the smile go away.

A few minutes later Keaton walked in, just playing on his phone. When I sat down I noticed he was on twitter, looking at his mentions. The smile soon turned into a frown, and he was saying something, then stopped.

"Nicole, uhh, when was the last time you were on twitter" He asked quietly trying to at least be heard.

"A few days ago, I mean I can check it, why" I asked curiously taking my phone from my purse.

"No, don't" he exclaimed taking my phone from my hand "Just don't look for a while"

Okay, there was something wrong with this, is Keaton keeping something from me, something that could be important to the relationship.

"Keaton, just let me have my phone, I wanna see what you're keeping from me" I begged as he finally gave it to me.

I logged onto twitter and went straight to my mentions, I looked up to Keaton as I saw some of the tweets. "You're only dating Keaton for his money" "Why would he date someone like you, I mean, you're ugly". Those are only a few of the tweets that I noticed, mostly all of them hate.

"So, I guess I'm dating you for your money, and I'm too ugly to date you" I mumbled as I set my phone down, then put my face into my hands.

"Nicole Rose Hansen, no, you're not ugly, and I bet that's not why you're dating me, just try to ignore them, their just jealous, they'll hate to make themselves feel better" Keaton stated trying to make me feel better, but it didn't really work.

"If you saw, all, of what they said, you wouldn't just think they're jealous, Keaton, they hate me, they just don't want us to be together, and I wouldn't want me to be dating you if I were them either, I mean, look at me, I'm a mistake to humanity" I said shakily with tears brimming in my eyes.

"Nicole, stop, I know you're not, you're an amazing person even if you don't see it" Keaton whispered trying to keep me calm, but I was already in tears.

I always thought his fans were peaceful, but I guess I was wrong, they're just "fans" who don't care if he's happy or not, they just want him single. With him being the youngest and the easiest to date for most fans, whoever would date him would go through a lot, and that's what I've been experiencing.

I just felt Keaton's arms wrap around me, and attempting to wipe my tears, but they just kept on gushing from my eyes. You could say my eyes were a waterfall.

"Shh, Nicole, it'll all be okay, just please stop crying" he said while also rubbing my back with the palm of his hand.

My mouth opened to the point I could say something, but I just chose to ignore my thoughts. I could just think I was uncomfortable in my skinny jeans.

"Keaton, can you take me home" I paused then looked at him "so I can change, I'm not that comfortable in what I'm wearing"

"It's fine, I think I have something that you can wear" he mumbled as he got up and grabbed a shirt and shorts from his drawers "here, you can wear these"

I grabbed the clothes loosely and slowly made my way to the bathroom down the hall. While turning on the lights, I noticed how noticable my cuts were, so I got changed and put my jacket back on. When I walked out I heard someone whisper my name.

"Nicole, is that you" a soft voice sounded through the hallway, but loud enough to make me jump, and my jacket slip from my arms.

"Yeah, and I'm guessing, it's Wes" I whispered trying not to wake anyone up, or make Keaton come from his room.

It was all quiet until Wesley turned on the hallway light, it burned my eyes which lead to a shriek escaping from my mouth. Then he shut them back off. "Okay, go back to sleep so Keaton doesn't get worried about you" he said in a teasingly manner.

I then made my way back to Keaton's room and laid down next to him, closing my eyes until I felt his arms wrap around me. It felt like he wanted to protect me from anyone or anything. I loved that about him. I felt like nothing could break us apart. Like it was perfect. Like I was perfect, just in that moment in time.

I soon closed my eyes and drifted into my sleep, to leave Keaton's voice mixing with the radio, it all sounding perfect.