I'd Rather Be in Love than Dead

Chapter Eight

A/N:

Heeyyy Another chapter by meeee *insert groans from readers here*(lol jk) 

I'm no longer reading the entire chapter before I post, so if anything good, or confusing happens, remember we're planning this, and it basically all has a point (we've even done research (;  ) 

But enjoy anywayy!!!!!!!!!!

~Justina 

-----------------------------------------------

Alayna's Perspective:

Those magical moments when your fingers are gliding smoothly over your computers keyboard, or crescendo-ing across a page of a story you haven’t separated yourself from for who knows how long?

I could use one of those moments right now.

Those I’d give me a chance to get away from all the commotion that the boys have started.

I’m not trying to say that everything that’s happened is a bad thing. Of course (once again) it might not be best for Garrett.

Maybe it will teach him that not everyone is capable of standing up to huge guys who got drunk that night.

Why would Pat invite someone like that?

If he knows him, maybe he wouldn’t be the best person for Jacki to be around.

What am I even thinking about this for, Chasity has enough problems with Garrett, and whatever else is bothering her.

John is probably a pretty good person to have around in this situation, not only is he sweet, but he cares enough to help her with her best friend, who’s also his best friend.

This got pretty linked didn’t it?

So let’s see here, John and Chasity seem to be spending an awful amount of time together.

Maybe I could write a book on them!

Hmm, maybe they wouldn’t appreciate that.

I could ask.

Wow,  I’m really desperate right now.

Maybe Chasity could help me.

I got up from the bench out in the backyard, and went in to look for my friend.

If I knew anything about her, she was with John.

I was wrong.

She was sitting in the living room, all alone, her back to me.

“Could you help me with something?” I asked, sitting next to her so I could see her face.

Maybe it was better if I didn’t see her face, there were purple lines under her eyes; she looked really run-down.

“Never mind,” I said, not thinking that although she may be tired, she’s still perfectly capable to keep talking.

“What?” She asked, almost like she had just come back to us. Back from whatever she was imagining.

I hadn’t realized this until now, before she redeemed her ‘oneness’ with the world, that her face looked quite terrified.

I don’t think anyone knew why.

Well maybe John knew what it was, just because he always seemed to calm her down, of course he could probably still calm me down, no matter the circumstances, just by being there.