The plane ride home is uncomfortable on my side.
Darren offers me a water, but I just stare out the window and shake my head.
He asks about that night.
He can't know.
He won't.
It's our little secret.
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Darren's POV-
A knock comes from our door early in the morning.
Charlotte continues snoring, so I stand up and answer it.
I open the door.
It's Addie.
"What the hell do you want?"
She holds up her hands.
"Give me your laptop, phone, iPad, and your tv."
She holds her hands out.
I am dumbfounded.
"What the fuck? What are you talking about?"
Charlotte comes trudging in.
"Darren? Who's at the door?"
Addie gives her a weird look.
"Check your phone," she mouths.
Charlotte's eyes widen.
She grabs her phone and stares up at Addie.
Her mouth drops.
I raise an eyebrow.
My phone dings in the other room.
I run in to get it.
"Darren!"
Addie reaches for my arm, but she misses.
I open my Twitter.
There is a picture.
On a news account.
The title confuses me.
The picture clears it up.
I drop my phone.
Tears fall down my face.
No.
This isn't right.
It's just gossip.
Photoshop.
I pick up my phone.
The picture of Charlotte and Lin on a bench kissing lingers on the slightly scratched screen.
Addie rushes into my room, Charlotte follows closely behind.
I hold it up to her.
"Tell me it isn't true."
She opens her mouth to explain, but I cut her off.
I slam the door shut, locking it behind me.
Charlotte's yelling interrupts my thinking.
I cover my ears and throw my phone at the far wall, causing it to shatter into a hundred pieces.
The yelling ceases.
The tears don't.
I stare at the clock and sink down the wall.
I put my head in my hands.
This isn't right.
No.
It's not possible.
After a while, I compose myself.
I stalk to my door.
I feel empty.
There's nothing left of me.
She ruined it.
It's all gone.
I put my hand on the doorknob, contemplating letting go and never leaving.
My hands go faster than my brain and I open the door.
I turn the corner into the living room.
Addie and Charlotte stand up as I walk in.
Charlotte steps forward, her hands out.
She wraps her arms around me.
I push her away.
She opens her mouth.
I cut her off and speak in a monotonous voice.
"Get out."
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
Ficción GeneralCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
