0707- Original G'A'ngsters

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"Grace?!" Aria keeps poking me.

"Go away." I groan and turn away from her and move to hide under the comforter.

"Grace come on, what's going on? Logan is on the phone and he's breathing down my neck because he can't get a hold of you." Aria tells me.

"He should know I'm sleeping, tell him to fuck off." I complain and a laugh comes from her phone, his laugh.

"What's wrong Gracie, why are you at my parent's place?" Logan asks.

"I didn't want to stay at mine alone." I groan flopping on to my back.

"What's going on? Somethings going on." Logan demands.

"Ugh it's too early for me to find his worry cute, right now it's annoying." I tell Aria and she laughs.

She hands me her phone and that's when I notice the rock on her finger.

"OH MY GOD?!??!!!" I scream and Aria laughs again.

"Are you and Ezra engaged?" I ask and she nods.

"Oh my god." I jump out bed and throw my arms around her.

"Congratulations!" I tell her whilst squeezing her in my arms.

"Thank you." She laughs so happily.

"We're going to brunch with the girls to celebrate so we should probably get a move on." She tells me.

"I don't have any brunch appropriate outfits." I tell her and she raises an eyebrow.

"I can drop you home?" Aria offers.

"No!" I jump in way too quickly.

"Gracie? What's going on?" Logan asks again making me roll my eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm gonna get ready for brunch, I'll call you later." I hang up Aria's phone before he can say anything else.

I pull his comforter back into place before striding into Aria's room.

She's already dressed and ready so I'm guessing I'm not working with a lot of time.

I open her closet and rifle through it before pulling on a denim skirt that's probably way to short for me considering how short Aria is compared to me.

I choose out a black top and pull on her black leather jacket with leopard print arms.

"Can you ask Hannah to bring a spare pair of heels? I'll change in the car?" I ask as I make my way over to her vanity to do my makeup.

I sit at her desk and rifle through her makeup as she starts brushing my hair for me.

"If you tell me why you won't go home." She tells me and I roll my eyes.

"I don't have time to go home right now." I shrug pretending that's all. My phone rings with an unknown number at that time which has me turning off my phone.

"Grace?" She questions before running over my hair with the straighteners.

I do my makeup as quickly as I can.

"I still have nightmares sometimes when I'm in that room, that's all. I should probably call my therapist." I shrug and move closer to the mirror to do my mascara.

"Grace." She sighs in sympathy.

"I'm okay, it's just if I tell Logan he's going to panic and fly back here to fix it but he can't do that all the time, especially not with his new job." I lie, it's too easy.

"How are you feeling about his new job?" She asks.

"Excited for him. This is good and I'm happy he gets to take over the company." I tell her as I move on to my lipstick.

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