What Love Does Is Up To You..

Chapter 28

Chapter 28

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Paige's P.O.V

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Swinging my arm over my pillow and onto the side table, I let my palm collide with my vibrating phone, sending it flying onto the carpet with a soft thud, muffling its noise.

Sighing in contempt at the memories of the previous day, I opened my eyes to the sight of the sun seeping through my bedroom curtains, the sound of the soft chirps of the birds outside along with the vibrations of my phone.

Vibrations? Phone?

Phone!

Bolting upright I realise my phone is actually ringing. I scramble to the edge of the bed and miss my footing as I try to step onto the floor, hitting the deck.

Hard.

I open my eyes once more to see that my unlucky fall had brought me face to face with my baby. Grabbing it, I answer.

"Hello?"

"What is your problem?" comes an angry voice from the other end of the line.

I move the screen away from my ear to check the caller ID : Private Number.

"My problem," I ask, my voice rising, "what's your problem-calling me on private number and demanding what my problem is so early in the morning!"

Silence fills the line.

"Argh," sounds a groan through the phone, "just unlock your door."

Confused, I crawl over to the door I didnt realize I had locked and opened it, as asked, not considering the possible danger behind the door.

"Al?" I breathed, taking in my friends appearance.

Her eyes were bloodshot, eyeliner marring the bottom of her lashes as her mascara dripped down her face with her tears that kept over spilling. A real sight to see at 9am.

"Whats your problem, I've been tryna call you all morning to get you to just open your door!" she burst into tears and fell into my arms as I engulfed her in a hug.

Hauling her over to the bed, I sat her down before walking to the bathroom to get her a box of tissues.

On my way out of the bathroom, I grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge near the door. My mom got me the fridge when I was really sick this one time and she didnt want to get my flu so she avoided entering my room unless she absolutely had to. Which was to refill the fridge and leave food and she only did that when I was in the shower.

Good looking out, mom.

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"So can you tell me why you've been sitting outside my bedroom door since my mother left for work at half past 6 this morning?" I asked Al once she had dried her tears and gotten a better hold of herself. I sat next to her on the bed and helped her clean her makeup smudged face. Even without the stains she looked terrible, the bags under her eyes were evidence of a sleepless night and her fashion choice says a lot!

I mean, the girl was dressed in green sweats with a pink Mickey Mouse shirt and yellow fuzzy slippers.

I'll have you remember that we're talking about a girl who never lets her colours clash. Am I the only one who sees the severity of this situation?