love can't be lost

chapter twenty eight

Hayden POV

december 18, 3:37 am
i stared at the ceiling. i couldn't sleep. i checked my phone.
3:27 am.
i sighed and rolled over. pretty much giving up on sleep, i grabbed my phone, stood up and wrapped a fluffy blanket around myself, and walked downstairs.
i tried to walk as soundlessly as possible past my brothers' rooms, and while walking down the stairs i scrolled through my notifications.
snapchat from carson🙌🏼
lauren❤️💕: text me when you wake up
instagram: @ annieleblanc liked your post.
snapchat from brynnnn
snapchat from annie😝
snapchat from lauren☺️❣️
kenzie z: thanks for the help..
instagram: @ carsonlueders started a live video! watch it now before it ends.
but not anything from john.
he had lost all of his snapchat streaks on account of him not even looking at snapchat for the past week and a half.
i know he hasn't checked his instagram feed in a while, and he sure as hell hasn't posted anything.
his twitter was a graveyard with the latest tweet being about the show, which was almost two weeks ago.
john was depressed.
he was the most depressed motherfucker in the world.
next to kenzie.
my phone buzzed and i snapped back to reality. somehow, i had found my way to the kitchen, so i poured myself some froot loops (even though sugar was the last thing i needed) and sat down on the couch.
i looked at my phone and was shocked to see a text from johnny.
john😛🙏🏼: i wrote a song
i dropped my phone.
me: no fucking way
john😛🙏🏼: you best believe it
me: send it to me right now
and so he did. his song was called the most, and he wrote it for kenzie. it wasn't a sad breakup song, but you could tell from the lyrics that it had meaning.
i called him immediately.
"john! you sly motherfucker, if you show that to kenzie, you're totally gonna get laid!" i yell excitedly into my phone once he picks up, forgetting it's four in the morning.
"hayden, you dumb shit, i didn't write it to get laid, i wrote it so i can get her back," he responds.
we proceed to talk about how good he's going to get laid, then i think i fell asleep, because i woke up at 11:30 in the morning with my face in my cereal bowl.
(a/n: short pov bc that was the intro)

Johnny POV

december 17, 10:06 pm

"i still love youuuuuu," i sing, miserably off-key.
my manager had called me early that day and told me that if i don't have a new song soon, they would drop me. apparently being heartbroken doesn't count as an excuse to skip my career.
little problem. being heartbroken gives you a serious case of writers block.
it was getting late, and i still had nothing to show my manager. he was going to be pissed.
i went into twitter, hoping to find some inspiration there, but while scrolling through my feed i saw nothing interesting.
i found myself on kenzie's page, scrolling through her tweets. they made my heart ache for her.

@kenzieziegler- hey everyone. this is a message to all the girls in the world– every single one of you.
you don't need a guy to tell you you're beautiful to believe it yourself.
you don't need a guy to like your instagram post to make you feel better.
you don't need a guy to smirk at you in the hallway to make your day great.
you don't need a guy to tell you he loves you for you to love yourself.
you are beautiful just the way you are, and you are enough. you never, ever, have to be scared that you're not enough.
and if a guy can't see that in you, then screw him."
that was from the night i cheated on her.
@kenzieziegler- tonight is the night!! thanks to everyone who supported me from the start, i love you all so much. special thanks to @johnnyorlando. can't wait to go on tonight with you babe, i can't believe how far we've come. to a great opening night!!!"

she didn't take any of the stuff about me off yet.

@kenzieziegler- love my boy!!! @johnnyorlando