Cross My Heart

Goodbye

Author's Note: so this book has over 500 reads, which is pretty big to me cause I didn't think anyone would actually read it... so if you're not one of my friends just reading this book over and over, vote or comment or something, I wanna know there are others out there :)

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Arianna's P.O.V.

When Lindsay gave her news at the table the next morning, the emotion in the room was overwhelming. Josh stormed out of the room, and Logan chased after him. Casey burst into tears, and Anna looked like she wanted to as well but had nothing left in her. Carly spit her food out all over the table, being classy the way she is. Niall, Ross, and Louis sat there emotionless, realising that we had come so close to repair, only to crumble again. Lindsay ended up taking her keys and just mumbling how she was "going to clear her head." Oh, how did I react? I threw my plate at a wall.

With Lindsay out of the house, Josh called an emergency meeting. When we were all assembled in the living room, Josh sat down and buried his head in his hands. "She's not leaving," he mumbled. "I won't fucking let that happen." Logan patted him on the back. "Dude, if you got a plan, I'm right behind you." Logan smiles. Ross seconds it, and slowly, everyone agrees that Lindsay is not leaving the house. "okay, well first we gotta know when she's leaving," he states, and he grumbles, realising there's no way to figure it out. Suddenly, "Happily" starts to ring throughout the house. "H-her ringtone," Carly stutters, barely audible. "That's her ringtone," Carly jumped up and ran upstairs, trying to find the source of the music. Slowly, we all joined in the search to find that phone, not even knowing if the information we needed was on it. An hour later, Ross bounded down the stairs, missing a few and tumbling down. I ran over, trying to help him up, but he just placed an iPhone in my hand. Lindsay's iPhone. Screaming, I ran inside to the group, who had torn apart the whole first floor. Sitting on a couch cushion that now resided in the kitchen, I quickly put in her passcode (pelicanswag69, please don't ask me why.)

Josh ripped the phone out of my hands and searched through al of her messages. Finally, his face fell, and that was the sign that we found what we needed. "Tomorrow night at 8. Her mother wants her all packed and waiting at the door, so that she won't have time to stall as she's packing." Josh threw the phone onto the cushion-less couch and curled into a ball. Never, in my life, did I think that I was going to have to comfort Josh Hutcherson. But, the time has come, and I needed to take the chance. I approached him slowly and carefully, as if I was walking on broken glass. Finally, I reached my destination, and slowly sat down to the broken boy beside me. I slung my arm around his shoulder, and spoke quietly. "Well, at least it wasn't bad sex that drove her away."

How was I supposed to know that you don't comfort a boy by saying that?

Lindsay's P.O.V.

I slowly crept back into the house, looking around at the beautiful colors around me. Slowly, all the memories made in such a short time came flooding back. I sat down on the couch where we comforted Anabelle after the whole Logan thing. I saw the floor space where we played Truth or Dare, where everything started to piece back together. the table where a few food fights happened, kisses were stolen, and laughs were always in supply. I stood up and walked upstairs, where I found a post it on the banister.

"Ready for a game?" I read aloud, and judging by the handwriting I knew it was one of the boys. Further up the stairs, there was yet another post it, in a different handwriting. "Step 1," I read, looking around to see if anyone was hiding, " Go to your room." I ran to the room I shared with Josh, and scattered everywhere were pictures of the girls and I. Hanging from the ceiling were ones of my trip to North Carolina with Casey and Anna, and spread on the floor were old colorguard pictures of Carly and I. Up the wall were pictures ranging from age 6 to now. Freshman year, kindergarten, and all summer vacations were covered. I started to cry, and managed to find another post it stuck to an unknown picture. Under the note was a fairly new picture; it was of Josh and I. Taken only a few days ago, it was from a date we went on, and we went to a fair in Central Park. He had ice cream on his cheek, and I kissed it off. I broke down at that point, and I barely read the next note. "It's too soon for these memories to end, and we're not going to let that happen," I read in Arianna's handwriting. "Oh and btw, where are your clothes? :3"