Fantasy

Chapter 8

I yawned. I woke up and looked at the time. It was 9:30, Which was reasonable for me. Considering it's the summer. I rolled over and realized that Hayes had shared a bed with me last night. What? I thought he was staying in the spare bedroom, because my mom said no.

Last night

We were going upstairs. Hayes was still here. It's been three days already

"Bethany" my mom called out

"Yes? I replied

"Hayes can stay in a spare bedroom" I moaned. Why mom why.

I was currently walking down the hall to my bedroom. I went in and kissed goodnight to Sydney.

As I was walking out of the room I felt my eyes starting to water up. I walked into Maeve's room and I had to leave. I didn't want to cry

"The funerals tomorrow?" He said. Not even looking up from his phone

I didn't respond. I knew if I said something I would've started to cry. I just had to keep it down. Even though the answer is yes.

"I'm going to say good night to my mom" I said. I was turning around and I could see him looking at me giving me a concerned face.

I walked down the hall. There was one bedroom that didn't have anyone staying in it. Oh, I mean two. I guess. Maeve's not home

"Good night momma bear" I said as I poked my head through her door.

"Goodnight sweetie" she replied.

I went into my room and straight to my bathroom. This is the one thing I didn't miss about Hayes. We were famous. I love that. I love meeting fans. I love the vibe. But it's just sometimes it's hard. I like being active on Twiiter and such, but nows not a good time. Before Hayes left, we had a fight. It was because we went out to the movies and he was on his phone the whole way there and back and at my house. I get it. I really do. But I just hate that I can't have a civil convo with him.

I grabbed my phone.

'@ItsBethBurling Hey guys! I'm so sorry I haven't been active lately. I want you to know that I love you all and thank you all for the support'

I felt I needed to tweet that. The fans don't know what's happening yet. Or what happened. They do know about my sister though, because that's how I started. I grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth, going over some mentions and subtweets. And Indirects, I love those. I went on favouriting and retweeting some things. And following some people. Making their days. I love that.

New tweet from Hayes Grier

Read the bottom of my screen

'@HayesGrier YoLo'

What? He's so random lol.

I brushed my hair, put it into a bun. Cleansed, Toned and moisturized my face. And I was done. I hopped into bed.

"I guess I'm going to another room" he said with sarcasm, still on his phone.

Keep it cool Beth. Keep it cool. He wasn't on Twitter anymore, he was texting people.

"Um yeah. I love you"

He put his phone away and climbed on the bed, hovering over me

"I love you too babe. So much. I promise I will help you get through this week." Just as Hayes was about to walk out of the room. I read a tweet. That really hit me hard. And I started balling

'@itsmerellayo ew. Who is @itsBethBurling ??
She's so ugly and so untalented. She should kill her self'

Who tf has the nerves to say that.