Strong Love

Chapter 9

** Cali's POV ** 

Everything's white. The sky, the flowers I'm walking through, even the trees that surround the clearing I'm in. There's winds blowing through my hair, but I can't feel it. I Can't feel any of it. I look to my right to find Jc standing there in a white tucks staring at me. I look down to see I'm wearing, a shredded wedding dress, one that I would imagine walking down the ail in one day. I glance to my left and see Sam also in a white tucks, but he has a girl by his side. She also had a wedding dress on, but her's was deep red. She had long black hair, I didn't like the look of her, she was holding onto Sam. Kissing him. I look behind me to fine Jc falling on his knees. I felt a tear escape my eye as he falls to the ground as if he's dead. I turn back and see Sam and this girl making out. Tears stars flooding down my face. I turn and run over to Jc who seem lifeless. I shake him begging for him to wake up. It was the worst feeling I've ever felt. This is the feeling I've always dreaded. 

I wake up in shock. There are tears running down my cheeks. I wipe them away and realize it was only a dream. A sigh of relief left my lips as I got up out of bed. I popped my head through the door way to cheek on Jenn, still asleep typical Jenn. I could hear the shower running so I gathered someone was in there so I didn't attempt to go in. I walked down stars and sat on the couch next to Andrea. "Is Kian in the shower?" I asked her. "Yeah." She said without taking her eyes off the T.V. After what happened last night I was beginning to have my doubts about mine and Sam's relationship. I've never seen Kian get so angry as he did last night on the phone to Sam, but I'm trying to keep my mouth shut and not tell everyone about it. "Are you alright Cali?!? You look like you've been crying!" Jenn says walking down the stairs. "I just had a really bad dream and I woke up with tears in my eyes." I said in replied. "What was it about?" Andrea asked turning off the T.V. . I told them the story and they looked at each other worried. I just shook it off and go an Arizona out of the fridge, then had a shower and got dressed. I wore a green crop top and denim shorts and put my hair in a fish tail braid. I slipped on my white low cup converse and went back down stairs. Kian was about to leave to go back home so I hugged him goodbye and he went. "Do you guys want to have a girls day?!?" Jenn asked us. "That sounds great!" I said taking out my phone to call Chelsea and ask if she's wants to join. 

(phone conversation)

"Hey Chelsea!"

"Hey Cali, what's up?" 

"Andrea, Jenn and I where wondering if you wanted to join in on our girls day?" 

"Yeah sure!"

"Great, come to our apartment in 20 minutes."

"Ok bye!"

*hangs up*

I sat on the couch and waited for Jenn and Andrea to get dressed. After 5 minutes Jenn comes down stairs wearing tights a oversized plain white shirt and black high top converse. And 10 minutes after Andrea came down wearing a black crop, a leather jacket, black studded shorts and black Vanz. After about 5 minutes of us being crazy and dancing around to music Chelsea rocks up. She was wearing a blue top that said love on it, black skinny jeans and a flannel shirt tide around her wast and red high top converse. We talked inside for a little bit and then we decided to go to Santa Monica beach and shop. 

Once we got there we ran around like the crazy girls we are, looking at things in stores. And that's when Jenn got an amazing idea. "Hey guys, we should get matching penny boards to symbols our friendship!" She said with a huge grin. "NOW THAT'S THE BEST IDEA I'VE HEAR ALL DAY!" Andrea yells taking the lead to store where the penny boards are. We all decided on the one with the pink board and yellow wheels. While the store owner wasn't looking Andrea stole one of the sharpies from behind the counter and we wrote our names on the bottom so we wouldn't get them mixed up. For the rest of the day we road them around the beach and had a blast! Chelsea was sleeping over so we all headed back to the apartment.