Diva

5

*Anna*

"What's wrong?"

"Hi to you too, Clara. Oh and please come into my house," I greeted sarcastically as my best friend walked in and started questioning me as soon as I opened the door.

She rolled her eyes, "Hi, Anna. How are you? You know what don't answer that because I know something is wrong so just tell me what it is."

"At the red carpet yesterday I-um-"

"What did they make you do this time?"

"Nothing, actually. Well, nothing out of the ordinary. I just- I saw Luke. And then he sat next to me during the movie," I admitted.

"Luke? As in Luke Hemmings?"

"Yep that's him."

"Why are you sad about it? What did he do?" She questioned as she grabbed ice cream and spoons from my kitchen before leading me to the couch.

"He walked into me on the carpet and then almost tackled his band mates to make sure he got the seat next to me during the movie," I sighed.

"And why's that a bad thing?"

"Because I can't have him! I can't even be nice to him!" I threw my hands up in exasperation. "And he was being so sweet to me and trying so hard to talk to me but I couldn't do it knowing that we wouldn't even be allowed to be friends anyways! I even started crying during the movie when he kept pestering me."

"Aw honey, come here," she responded to my outburst with a sad look and open arms.

"I hate this stupid management they're ruining my life," I sobbed into her shoulder.

"I know, sweetie, I know," she rubbed my back trying to calm me down.

After a few minutes of just crying into Clara's shoulder I finally calmed down, sniffling occasionally in that annoying way you do after a good cry.

"I'm sorry for ruining our fun day off."

"You didn't ruin anything don't worry. We were going to watch chick flicks and cry into our junk food no matter what."

"That's true," I let out a weak laugh.

"You know it. Now let's start working on this ice cream, it isn't going to eat itself you know."

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"I'm so full of ice cream I never want to move again."

*Flashback*

"You say that every time we eat ice cream," I laughed.

"I know but I mean it this time!"

"Well it's your fault you know. You ate three bowls of ice cream."

"It's worth it. I might never move again but at least I'll be laying on the floor happy."

"Luke, you're eight! You can't just stay here for the rest of your life that's a really long time."