Rejects (l.h.)

6- Death is no fun.

Present day
Kian's POV...

"Kristina, are you okay?" I say to her face. I ignore the camera and focus on the task at hand. Making sure Kristina is okay is my top priority. She doesn't respond, what is going one. She doesn't move, she does nothing. Her eyes close, "No! Keep your eyes open!" I yell. Jc now comes running into the living room.

"What's going on?" Jc asks in a calm tone. He has no clue what is going on because he is only seeing the back of Kristina's head. There should be a bell that goes off when he sees that she is not sitting up. Nothing. "Kian, why did you yell," I cannot look at him, I look to Kristina. What do I do? How about 911, just an idea. "Kian, would you answer me please!" Jc finally gets the hint and walks around the couch. "Oh." He already has 911 on the phone before I can tell him to call them. I check for a pulse. She does have one. What am I going to tell our boss when we go back tomorrow. I highly doubt she will be there. What if we recast her. She won't be in the movie anymore.

Within fifteen minutes an ambulance is at the house. They get her in and they drive off. It all happens so fast. I am still in shock over what happened. Reality finally sets in, she had a panic attack. Jc basically drags me out of the house and into his car. He tells me we are going to the hospitable. I don't think I can see her again, I hurt her. I don't know what I exactly did, but if I hadn't of invited her over than she wouldn't have had this attack! UGH! I hate myself! What if she had one when she was home alone, maybe this has benefits. Why was she so panicked anyway? I am so confused. What if, because she had an attack she is not aloud to go to the concert where she will see her favorite band. I might have just ruined everything she had left to make her happy. She told me a few months ago when we first started filming she had lost all contact with her family. Also, when she was in 11th grade her best friend moved away and she never talked to them again. She didn't give me a name but I didn't want her to go on.

Time passes, I don't know how much time but I can keep track. I need to see her, I am the only one left for her. She is so scared to go out into the world and make friends. Yeah she has us, the cast, but I hope she realizes that we will not film all of the same movies. It is going to break her when I can't be there anymore. I am scared. The lemon smell of the hospitable grows stronger. I am not ready to see her. They call me and Jc back to see her. I am not ready, nervousness sets over me. It takes over my body, because of me she might be able to go to her concert and that makes me sick to my stomach.

I walk into the room she is in and sit down on the bed next to her. "Hi, do you want to know the answer?" she asks. I don't have it in me to give her my answer. Infact, I don't have an answer. She looks at me, she sits up from the bed. "Well?" she continues.

"No, only if you want to answer," I choke out the words. It burns to speak because of how bad I feel for putting her here.

"The answer is 'Yes' he was my best friend," her eyes water with salty tears. It is a very sensitive topic. "Um..." she swallows her words, as if she was going to says something but decided against it. "Uh..."

"You don't have to talk about it," I say, hopefully she doesn't' talk so I don't cry when she does.

"No, i need to. I need to get this off of my chest," she says. She closes her eyes to concentrate. She does this every day before we shoot a scene. "Do you remember when I had told you about my friend that moved away and he changed my life. The day he moved to my hometown, until the day he left." I nod. I can tell she is trying her hardest not to cry. I can't help it, she is in pain. A salty tear races down her face like a raindrop on a window after a spring storm. "Well that was Luke Hemmings. You would never believe me if I had told you any other day, but um... yeah. The answer is yes."

"I would believe you any day, i trust you more than myself!" I argue. She smiles and she had only shed one tear. She is a strong girl. "Moving on... are you aloud to go to your concert?" I ask her.

"I wouldn't say that is moving on..." she replies, I guess I am not following her. What does she mean by this?

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I am going to see 5 Seconds Of Summer!" she says excitedly, that's the happy Kristina I love to see.

I smile at her, she is just perfect. I can only think of her as a friend though. It will never be more than a friendship. "Death is not fun," I say.

"Why would you bring that up?" she asks.

"Honestly I have no clue. I hadn't realized I had said that until I did... what is going on?"

" I think we should go now, the doctor said I should not think about my fears and focus on the good things." she flashed me that smile, Jc is so quiet in the corner. Any way, that smile, so beautiful. My favorite thing in the world is that smile. We stand up and sign out when we get close to the door. We went back to my house and I made her dinner. I made her stay the night so she didn't have to go home in the dark considering it was 9:30 after we had eaten. She did and I gave up my bed for her to sleep on. She didn't she went and layed down on the floor. "I like the floor," she smiled and closed her eyes. "Night Kian, thank you. For everything."

"Good night Kristina."

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