Everything falls apart after Aveline's father passes away. She's depressed and being an actor isn't helping. Paps want pictures and interviews. Aveline wants to hide forever, unlike her brother, Dylan O'Brien.
Luckily, her best friend, Sebastian St...
Warm, steamy water, runs down my bare back. I stand in the shower, drowning out my thoughts. Closing my eyes, I lean into the water and let in pour over my smooth skin. Once my hair is clean and I've shaved my legs, I turn off the water and wrap my robe around myself. Grabbing a dry towel from the rack, I place my hair inside the towel and make a cocoon with it on my head.
Opening the door, steam flows out with me. I look at my dress that's laid out on my bed for the funeral. Smiling through the pain, I pick it up and gently lay it on my dresser. Then, fall over in my bed. Sighing, I scroll through my phone, checking social media. Mostly Instagram, seeing as many fans are commenting "R.I.P.". One post does catch my eye, though. I quickly click on it, seeing how a young girl made a video edit of me, Dylan, and Dad. I smile and go to the comment section. There I see another account commented "WTF?? Who cares about aveline obryan?? Shes a prick fatty ass. Glad her dumb dad died". I frown and sit up, muttering, "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry....", while fanning my eyes to hold in tears. Once I've calmed down, I look back down at my phone and think of what to say. Quickly, I type, "At least I know proper grammar :))) @/account" Then I also type a thank you to the video owner. Already, the owner replies back, freaking out, of course. I smile and place my phone next to the bed, then walk back into the bathroom to dry my hair.
An hour later, and I'm finally ready.
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I check my makeup and add a little more mascara. Fixing my hair one last time, I head down from my room and into the living room,where Dylan is waiting. He stops humming once he sees me, then a pained smile breaks out on his face. "You look beautiful, Aveline." He wraps me in a hug, and I hug back. After a few minutes, he lets go, "Aw crap," he says, while furiously wiping at his eyes. "-I told myself I wouldn't do this." He shakes his head and I smile, wiping his tears away with my thumb. "I know the feeling, Dylan. But we'll get through this. Together." I grab his hand, reassuringly. He nods his head and pulls me out the door and into the car, where a painful ride awaits.
I feel like this should be longer but eh :/ I promise it'll get longer in the next few chapters, that's where all my ideas are at I just need to get through the other chapters first :) just bear with me -Cat
