Picture Perfect

Chapter Nineteen: Misunderstandings

AN: Okay since Caleb isn't really a main character I decided to put the actor playing him here. And I chose Kevin Quinn. Basically he's also cute with Sabrina (Everyone's cute with her anyway so... haha)
But if you don't want him as the actor you can imagine anyone you want to play as Caleb. Anyways that's all and I hope you like this next chapter :*

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Francis Payne
It seemed to me that walking into H&M was slightly like stepping inside Olivia's brain. Yes there was a segment for men's clothing but we weren't exactly here to buy outfits for ourselves. We were here to purchase a present for the one and only Sabrina. We spent countless of hours around the mall but none of Olivia's gift choices impressed me. We were by the collection of dresses; each piece of clothing came in all shapes, colors and sizes.

Via clutched a black dress with a floral pattern splattered all over it. I could just visualize Sabrina wearing it. I agreed and finally it was the end of another afternoon.

We were on our way back to the limo when the usual crowd of supporters and paparazzi begged for pictures. I sighed and plastered a fake smile as each of the fans lifted their phone into the air for a photo with Olivia and me.

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Sabrina Daniels
I activate the TV that persisted to not sense the remote control for the past five minutes. The channel was on the local broadcast and the report narrated about Francis. This time it was different. It was an audiovisual regarding him and Olivia escaping the paparazzi at the mall. I switched it off rapidly and turned out to be enraged.

Francis has persuaded me that Olivia was just his friend, but currently he goes behind my back and goes out with her?
Without considering my thoughts on what I was about to do, I hoist myself to my feet and scamper toward the apartment room at the end of the extensive passageway. I bang on the brown barrier that separated the hall and the apartment. There was no answer so I walk away gradually.

The door unlocked, revealing the dirty blonde haired boy I waited for.

"Sabrina," Caleb started uncertain. "Please come in."

I welcome myself in and view his room. It was unlike the other rooms in the structure. It was twice as huge as my so called dorm and it sort of looked like a boss' penthouse. He urged me to sit on his couch and I followed.

"What brings you here? I mean not that I don't want you here or anything," He babbled, unmistakably stunned.

"Francis and Olivia; he says they weren't anything more than friends but then again he goes behind my back and shops with her," I say, my tone plainly maddened.

"I have an idea." Caleb states.

He loads a brown picnic basket that had a blue bow-it probably belonged to his mom-with water, snacks and a blanket. He led us toward the old stairwell. The next story of the New York Towers' was noiseless making me wonder if anyone has rented the rooms.

We climbed up the staircase briskly but our footsteps slowed down by the time we passed the sixth floor. We were walking closely side by side till we finally reached the metal door on the last level. Caleb gave it a push but it stayed locked.

"Maybe coming up here wasn't a good idea. The owners might get angry and-"

"Sab, my dad owns the building and I have access to the roof deck, relax." He rejoined.

When we unlocked it I accidentally stumbled onto the roof since I was leaning on the door but Caleb caught me. I thanked him and I focused my eyes on the cement. Caleb pointed to a spot and I ambled over to the ledge that ran along the border. I could see the busy city; cars honking their horns, a few tourists snapping photos of the buildings that operated on this specific avenue and a few men advertising the food they serve in their restaurants.

Caleb dropped his backpack before joining me to view the town. The wind blew my hair, making it a tad bit frizzy. We were quiet for a few moments before he offered me a bag of licorice. I perched myself beside him on the widespread blanket and dug my hand through the zip lock bag.

"This is great. Thanks Caleb for cheering me up, even if you technically just met me yesterday."

"Well I get my hospitality from mom. Since you're new to the building I guess I can at least make you feel welcome."
I almost choked on the strand of licorice. "Caleb I'm not renting here. Well I kind of am, but I'm just renting for an internship. Didn't your parents know about that?"

Realization filled his face and he nodded. "Oh I thought you'd be staying here. I kind of want a new friend here, since I have none."

I felt sorry for him. I offered him a small smile and we gawped into each other's eyes for moments. He began to lean in and I lost myself for a second. That's when Ave and Megan blasted through the door and onto the roof.

"Sab, Francis is looking for you!" They say in unison.

"How did you find me?" I question, ignoring what they just cited.

Before I could reflect on my decision to stay, they wrench on my arms, separating Caleb and I. I grapple out of their hands, striving to go back up the stairs to tell Caleb I was sorry but they were equally strong. They pause in front of my door and shove me inside. Francis stood there, his arms crossed transversely on his chest.

"Where were you? We've been looking for you everywhere. We even had to track your phone just to know where you were!" Francis paces around the room.

"I was up on the roof with Caleb eating food-"

"Caleb?" He interrogated.

"He's a friend I made yesterday. He apparently saved me from a group of fan girls that were jealous of me and you together."

Francis halted in his tracks. The familiar expression of guilt and anger took place on his face as a flush of red curled upon his cheek. I hadn't planned on any of this dilemma to happen.

"I can't believe you hang out that easy with a guy, and with only the both of you in private."

I scoffed. "And I can't believe that someone who I trusted betrayed me by going behind my back and going on a date with his rumored girlfriend."

"How many times do I have to explain?" He yelled, "It's a publicity stunt, at least I-"

"Excuse me sir but I have to ask you to leave," Caleb interjected, treading inside the room.

"Caleb,"

Francis loomed at him, preparing his hands for a fist fight. "Who are you to tell me to leave punk?"

Caleb endured him and returned, "I am in fact the heir to the owners of the building, and since I'm in charge while my parents are in Europe, I ask you to leave or I would get the police involved. You might be a celebrity but you don't scare me."

I intrude on their exchange- positioning my hands between the two boys. Francis drives himself away from me and I try to mutter a sorry but he rolled his eyes and tossed an H&M shopping bag on the ground-that I didn't even notice standing by the doorway- and left.