I'm Famous,He's Famous,Together we're Forzzy

Chapter 6: STUCK

Izzy’s P.O.V

Chapter 6: Stuck

Forrest: 10:02 am: hey ill be there in 15 minutes.

 “Hey.” Forrest said walking in

.“Come on.” I said grabbing his hand running.

“Where are we going!

“To the camper!” I still had hold of his hand. We sat on the couch in the camper

.“So um, where’s Nathena?” Forrest asked.

“Oh she’s still sleeping but, I stuck a sticky note on her head saying I was with Isabella.

”“Wow.” Forrest said kissing me.

     “Hey, Izzy where are you? Nathena just called asking if you were at my house.” Isabella spoke from the other side of the phone.

“Call her back and tell her I fell asleep. Okay?”

"Okay?” Isabella said confused.CLICK! I hung up. Just then I heard a knock on the door. Forrest and I both gave each other worried looks!

“GO!” I said silently and pointed Forrest to the bathroom! He ran. I opened the door and cameras were flashing.

“Is Forrest with you?” Giuliana Rancic from “E! NEWS” poked her head through the door.

“No.” I blocked her view.

“Are you still dating?” A reporter from “M” magazine asked.

“We never were.” I slammed the door shut.

The reporters kept on knocking. I turned on the TV so it seemed like I was alone. “Well, on the Brightside it wasn’t Nathena.” I opened the bathroom door

.“Paparazzi?” he asked.

“Yep. I have a feeling that we are going to be here for a long time.” I said sitting on the tub and resting my head on Forrest’s shoulder.

          Forrest’s P.O.V

I had been in Izzy’s camper bathroom for a little over two hours now..

 “Hey Andre, can you pick me up?"

”“Where are you?"

”“At Izzy’s.” I said chocking up. I heard a click and the phone went silent.

“So, he’s on his way?” Izzy stood up.

“I don’t know he hung up.”

About 15 minutes later I got a text from Andre saying he was here. I bolted to the front door and ran through the paparazzi (who were snapping pictures left and right).

“What the hell Forrest? Mom told you not to see her. Did you even dump her?!?” Andre said as he pulled out of the driveway.

“Sort of.” I mumbled.

“You’re just making it worse. We leave for the tour in less then 2 weeks now. You cant bring her with you. Long distance relationships never work out. Your gonna hurt her. Someone is going to get hurt. Do you really want to do that?”

 Maybe Andre was right. Maybe it was time to let go.

ME 12:50 am: I know it’s late but meet me at the end of your street.

I know I hurt Izzy enough but, everyone was right. We Didn’t have time for each other. We had better things to focus on.

“Hey.” Izzy said walking my way and smiling.

“Listen we need to talk.” I said sitting down on the curb.

“Ok.” her smile dropped.

“Ok.” I took a breath.

“Maybe everyone was right. I just don’t think…Maybe we should just…

”“Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, wait are you breaking up with me?” Izzy said jumping off the curb.

I nodded not looking up at her

.Izzy looked at me then walked away.

“Wait!” I ran after her and pulled her towards me. “I will always love you.” I kissed her, probably for the last time.

“FUCK OFF!” she screamed and pushed me away

.“Wait don’t, go.” I called after her.

“Are you fucking serious! You just dumped me not for the first time but the second; and now you have the guts to ask me to stay. Hell no, you can go fuck yourself.” She walked away. I was left standing in the summer darkness I was alone and single.

IZZY”S P..O.V

 I ran to the basement and turned on My Taylor swift CD. I layed on the couch with my arms across my chest. The tears wouldn’t stop coming. All the memories of Forrest and I flashed through my mind. I woke up around 10:50 when I heard a knock on the door. I took my Taylor Swift CD out and opened the door. Forrest was standing there with about 12 roses.

“Oh hell no!” I said slamming the door shut. “I’ll take those.” I opened the door and took the flowers. Then I blasted “I DON’T MISS YOU AT ALL by Selena Gomez”.

Forrest’s P.O.V

Izzy wasn’t even going to talk to me. I got in my car and called Izzy’s private number, It went straight to voicemail, “Hey its izzy, I’m not able to get to the phone now because I am to lazy to get up. So leave a message unless your Forrest than get over yourself.” I hung up. What was the point?