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I decided to double update today since I owed it to my lovely supporters.

"Chris" Joey shakes me, I shush him. Why does he always have to ruin my good sleep? "Chris wake up" he shakes me more.

"What" I groan rolling to my side and wiping my eyes.

"Your mom told me to wake you up and get downstairs."

  "Okay" I sigh, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"God damnit why did she have to wake us up so early" Joey stretches then yawns.

I nod and we walk downstairs to my mother waiting in the kitchen. She's making a fruit salad and has her old lady apron on.

"Me and your dad are going out at three. We're going shopping then to dinner. After that the movies, it's like a day to ourselves." She states while slicing strawberries.

"When will you be back?" I ask sitting down.

"I'm not sure, but you know me and shopping.. All I know is that we're going to be home late. I better not hear anything wrong happened okay?" Ugh why does she act like i'm still a child. I roll my eyes and nod.

She smiles and sits the bowl of fruits in the middle of the table. The table is already set, I guess that's to make up for not being here all day and forcing us to fend for ourselves. Next to the fruit is a plate of eggs and another plate of bacon. Joey and I sit and stack our plates with everything provided. I sneaked in a poptart packet for each of us also. We're so fat.

Moments after, Harry and Justin come down and take their seats. They whine at the almost empty options of food left for them. Me and Joey chuckle and eat our food. It was a silent breakfast. It felt really awkward for some reason. Now a days every time Justin's around me and Harry are so.. distant. And I understand why because DUH it's Justin, the over protective brother who is proud of himself and thinks that he could control who I dated. It's really annoying.

"Well that breakfast was dreadful" Joey laughs as he walks into my room.

"I know.. Why was Justin so quiet though? It's weird."

Joey shrugs as if it were an answer to my question. Was it the girl that came over yesterday that asked for him? I don't know..

"So there's a party tonight.." Joey breaks the silence.

"Oh" I simply respond. I honestly don't feel like going to one, not today at least.

"Is that suppose to mean that you don't want to go?" He whines.

"Yes that's exactly what it's suppose to mean" I wink laying down.

"Ugh, I really wanted to go"

"You can go without me if you want" I shrug

"No, I'll just stay home today. My moms probably going to make me have my cousins feel at home. But those bitches are annoying." He pouts covering his face with his hands.

"That sucks. Really." I chuckle.

"Oh shut up bitch.. You wouldn't understand"

*

"Bye hoe" Joey hugs me and steps into his car. I wave him a goodbye and step back into my house. My day is summed up to watching Netflix and reading books. I love to read, yes I know "Lame" what ever.

Just as I'm getting to my favorite part of the movie i'm watching I feel my eyes grow heavy. Then heavier and sleep takes ahold of me.

My shoot open to my annoying, loud ringtone. I sigh and check the time. It's 4 AM why the hell is Harry calling me. I quickly answer with a faint "Hello"

"H-Hey" Harry laughs

"What the hell. Why are you calling me so early, i'm trying to get my sleep" I whine

Harry gets silent and I begin to hear noises. Noises as if someone were kissing another. What the actual fuck, did Harry call me just to make out with someone? Or maybe he's just eating food.. I don't know I really don't want to believe if he's kissing someone either.

I hang up immediately and set my phone down. I feel tears trying to escape but I push them back. Why cry over something I assumed. Plus, if he was kissing someone else it wouldn't be a big deal because he honestly is a player.. I fall back asleep and the rest of my night feels much better.

*


I wake up to another phone call. Why is everyone calling me?! I slide answer without checking who it is.

"Crystal, I have bad news.." Joey speaks into the phone

"What?"

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