We Will be the Last Ones Standing-A Hot Chelle Rae Fanfiction

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(Alright guys, I really need feedback cos I'm pretty unsure about how this is gonna go. Please help me get ideas!)

Ivy's P.o.V

*Two weeks later*

Ryan was released and is right now playing a local show. I had strongly protested that he play this show, considering he was still injured and needed time to heal, but he said he couldn't let the fans down. I understood this, after all, I AM a fan, but still.

I called Hailey. I haven't talked to her in a while so I decided to call.

"Hello?" She answered, but she sounded tired. I was kinda bubbly I answered with, "Heya girl!"

"Oh, hi," she said. She sounded upset.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I'm just tired."

"It's 3:00 in the afternoon. You are NOT tired! What the hell is up with you!"

"I-I can't tell you over the phone. Come Cooper's Cafe."

"Done."

...

I walked into the cafe expecting the worst. I saw Hailey fidgeting in a corner booth alone.

"Hi!" I greeted.

"Hey." she was very unenthusiastic. This isn't normal.

"What's wrong?" I sat down in front of her on the opposite side.

"Ok, well you know when Ian and I were making out?"

"Yeah...?"

"Well...I just realized something. I don't really...have feelings for him. I mean, he's a great guy and everything, but there's someone else I think would be perfect for him. I grew up with her in grade school. Maggie."

"Oh! Well, why don't you tell him?"

"Well, he's seeming to be really...serious about us. And...I don't wanna hurt him, but I kinda have feelings for Nash."

I finally grasped the whole situation, and it did not look good. I knew that Ian would be hurt if he loves her, but she loves someone else. Watching someone you love love someone else is terrible, but she was right. He and Maggie would be perfect for each other.

"Well, you have to tell him. Hailey, if you keep leading him on, he's only gonna be hurt worse!"

"I know. I just don't know how!"

"Go! Right now. Go tell him."

"Should I?"

"YES! Hailey! You have to!"

She sighed. "Alright, babe. I will."

"Do you want me to come with you?"

"No, no, I have to do this alone."

"Alright, babe." We both got up and I pulled her into a hug. "Good luck!" I said after her.

...

I sat alone at home again. I had nothing to do. I got onto Twitter. What better way to waste time?

I logged on and saw I had 72,000 followers. Shit! That's a lot for me. Considering I had like 100 before I started dating Ryan. You can tell I was a social butterfly. NOT! haha.

Then I looked at my mentions.

'Who is this Ivy bitch?'

'I hope you die and burn in hell bitch!'