Paris' POV
Hunter and I get home at about 1:30.
He drops me off at my house, and goes to his.
"How was the mall honey?" My mom asks.
"Pretty good, i met this one really cute kid that works at Starbucks" I say. 'Not as cute as Hunter though' I think.
"Oh, what's his name?" She questions.
"Blake" I smile, I grab a apple and walk into my room.
I look at my phone and see I have a text.
From: unknown
Hi, it's Blake, I didn't get your name so, how's it going carmel frappè?
It read. I laugh at the name he gave me.
To: Bllakee
Hey, my name is Paris fyi, and pretty good, just got home.
From: Bllakee
Oh, I like that name, it's pretty.
To: Bllakee
Thanks Blake.
From: Bllakee
Gtg. My breaks over, text you later, yeah?
To: Bllakee
Yeah.
(An: that was awkward I'm sorry)
Hunter bursts into my room screaming.
"LET'S DO A YOUNOWWWW"
"Woah, Jesus, you gave me a heart attack " I sigh.
"Yay, or nay?" He asks.
"Sure" I shrugged.
"Be more excited you weirdo" He hits my arm.
"Omg! Yay younow with my best friend omgee were goalllssssss" I say in a preppy voice.
"Better."
He sets up his phone, and we pose for the younow picture.
He sticks his butt out while I make a supprised face.
He tells his fans were live and the viewers roll in.
"Hey pretties, im here with my best friend.... PARISSS!! Or ands I call her, France, P, Pari, Par
(as in pear, lol) , and butt head, but you guys already know her, shes been here on previous younows." He smiles.
"Rude" I cross my arms for the last nickname.
"Aww I'm sorry, I love youuuuu" He says making a funny face.
"Awww and hate you"
The younow goes on, and I get hate on it, but I ignored it. Until one comment came.
'Ew she's a fat, ugly, slut and she shouldn't be friends with OUR hunter. Ew.'
"France? You okay?" Hunter asks.
"Yeah, I'm going to go to the bathroom." I say, he nods.
I walk out of the room, and run to my bathroom.
I sit on the floor, bring my knees to my cheast, and cry.
I'm such a wuss.
I shouldn't be crying.
But it's true.
What that girl said.
It is.
"Paris hurry up" my brother knocks on the bathroom door.
"Use the downstairs one" I tell him.
he leaves and I get a text.
From : Bllakee
Hey, you okay? I saw the younow.
To : Bllakee
Not really.
From : Bllakee
What's your address?
To : Bllakee
What?
From : Bllakee
Just tell me.
To : Bllakee
××× idiot street (lol)
From : Bllakee
Be there in 5.
5 minutes later, right on time, I here a knock on the door, my brother , im guessing opens it, and Blake runs up the staircase.
"Prais? Where are you babe?" He says.
I've been crying to hard I can't talk, so I just knock on the door.
The door opens and his mouth drops.
"Paris, your having a panic attack!" He rushes over and hugs me.
I shove my head into his chest and cry my eyes out, while I try to breathe.
"Shh, im right here, your okay, you'll be fine."
This is the worst. I would never with this pain on anyone. Ever.
Once I calm down he try to pick me up.
"Blake, I weigh to much." I stop him.
"No you don't Paris, your perfect. "
He picks me up bridle style and brings me to my room.
Hunter looks at him and gives him a dirty look.
I start crying again. I'm not sure why this time. I just did.
Hunters eyes soften.
"France, what's wrong?" He rushes over.
I shove my face in Blake's chest.
"Shhhhh Paris, your okay, just a little panic attack. Well not little, but you'll be okay." Blake says in a soothing voice.
He sets me on the bed and Hunter runs over.
"France? Are you okay? Breathe. In. And Out." He said calmly.
I slowly nod.
"Get her some water" Hunter looms at Blake.
Blake nods, and go's to get water.
"Paris, what happened?" Hunter asks.
"T-there was a-a horrible comment, and I-I couldn't handle a-all that was going through m-my head." I stutter.
"It's okay, P. They don't mean it, there just not happy at the fact i know such a wonderful girl, and they won't ever know her." He hugs me.
"Thanks Hunter." I hiccup.
Blake comes back with the water.
"Thank you Blake, for all the help." I say, after I sip it slowly.
Hunters POV
"Hey, Blake, can I talk to you for a sec?" I ask, he nods asked we walk out of the room.
"What in the booty hole you you think your doing with France?" I ask.
"Um, being a good friend" He says in a duh tone.
"Well stop. Shes got me. And that's all she needs." I speak through me gritted teath.
"Is she your girlfriend?" He asked.
"Well, no."
"Is she your property?"
"No."
"Then stop trying to tell me what I can and can't do with Paris." He said and walked back into the room.
