Changing? (A Jayy Von Monroe Love Story)

"Hannah you have to go out... Have a little rebound..." Kaylee said, taking my tub of ice cream away.

"NUUUU~~" I whined, trying to grab the ice cream from her.

"Stop it. Look at you. I've let you mope around the past week trying to get over your break up with that cunt... It's time to move on. Go out, fuck a hot guy, have him sLAM YOU INTO HIS HEADBOARD UNTIL YOU SEE GOD!" She yelled.

I pouted.

"Come on.." She said, grabbing my hand and pulling me into my room.

"What am I doing here? Why am I not sitting on the couch shoving ice cream into my mouth?" I asked.

"You, Hannah, are going to get dressed. And you won't have ice cream into your mouth, you will have someone's dick."

I sighed.

Kaylee started looking through my drawers.

She threw me a pair of skinny jeans. They were black and had tears all in them.

I continued sitting there.

Kaylee turned around.

"Put those on, bitch."

"I don't want to.." I said.

She walked over to me.

"Look, I know this is hard for you. You were with Ryan for three years... That's a long time.. But, you need to start getting back out there."

"But, when you and Jamie broke up-"

"I was a mess. I cried, I got angry, then, I got over it. I was with him for four years.. It just wasn't meant to be... And neither were you and Ryan. If you guys were, you wouldn't be in this situation now. So, lets getting ready and go to a club, and get some." She smiled.

I laughed and hugged her.

"Thank you. I don't know what is do without you."

"What? I don't get an I love you?"

I giggled.

"I love you!"

"There it is! I love you too!"

I got up and shimmed into my jeans.

Kaylee threw me my dark purple tank top.

I slipped it on.

"Can I wear my converse?" I asked.

"Yes, we don't want you tripping around like a slut."

"Woo!" I said, throwing my hands up in victory.

I laced up my high tops and did my make up as Kaylee got dressed.

She was wearing some fucking tight as hell black skinnies (like so tight they look like leggings), knee high converse with buckles, a bright fucking blue tutu, a blue tank to match, and neon bracelets.

"I'm ready!" She called.

"Me too!" I called back.

She grabbed the keys to the car and we started driving to the club.

I sighed.

Kaylee looked over at me.

"You ok?" She asked concerned.

I shrugged.

"Hannah."

"I miss him... And... It's getting bad again." I admitted.

She almost stopped the car.

"Mmmm.. No no. I'm not letting YOU get BAD again. I almost lost you. I'm not losing you again."