Lily's POV
I noticed Rylz wasn't as hype as she normally is at a party. I need to talk to her.
"Hey Ry, can i talk to you?" I ask
"Sure?" she says
We walk into Jacks parents room.
"Whats wrong Ry?" I ask
"Nothing why?" she says
"Because youre not as hype as you normally are at parties." I say
"I don't know Lily. I really liked Hayes but he hurt me and then he texts me and wants me to forgive him. and i really want to but he hurt me. and only God knows how much i love Jack. i mean i've been in love with him since I was 13 and he was 14. I want to stay with Jack." She says
"Listen, Hayes broke you, i understand that. and i know that you want to forgive him. But you cant, atleast not now. He doesnt deserve you. I can tell Jack loves you so much. so lets just let everything go for tonight and have fun. Alright?" I say/ask
"Okay." she says
We walk back out and see the boys standing on the counter, dancing in their onesies.
"What. The. Actual. Fuck." Ryleigh says
"BABE!" Jack yells
"BABYYY" Payne screams.
"COME DANCE WITH US!!! BUT YOU HAVE TO BE COOL AND HAVE ONESIES ON!" they both yell
Me and Ryleigh look at each other.
"Why not?!" we yell
we run upstairs and put on our onesies and ran back downstairs and hopped on the counter.
"AND WE DANCED ALL NIGHT TO THE BEST SONG EVER!!" we all screamed
Until we heard this big boom.
Payne and his dumb ass slipped and fell off the counter.
"BABE!" Lily yelled while running up to Payne
"Are you okay?!" She screams
I run and turn off the music.
"I dont know. My foot and wrist really hurts" Payne says
"Lets go the the hospital and get you checked out." Lily says
We all hop in Jacks car, still in our onesies. Jack driving, me in the passenger, Lily in the back, and Payne laying down in her lap, complaining. Jack drives to the hospital and we rush in.
"How can we help you?" the lady at the front desk asks
"My boyfriend slipped and fell and he hurt his wrist and foot." Lily says
"Okay. Fill this out and we'll see him in 2 minutes" She says while handing us a paper.
Then, Zach walks in.
