#Callie's P.O.V#
I hate panic attacks.My shirt is still off, and Amelia is trying to calm me down still.
A tear slips down my cheek.
"No, no, don't cry, please don't cry, it's alright, you'll be alright." Amelia hugs me.
I hug back, squeezing her tightly.
"Shhhh." She coos, rubbing her hand in circles on my back. "Do you want Lizzie or Joel?" She asks me, pulling away from the hug.
I nod, leaning my head into the crook of her neck. She pull out her phone and dials a number, then moves to turn the phone on speaker.
"Callie's having a panic attack." Amelia blurts out before she anyone can even say hello.
"Oh my gosh, where are you?" Colleen voice comes from the phone instead of Lizzie's.
"Oh, uhm... could you get Lizzie, please?" Amelia asks.
"Of course."
We hear a bunch of voices in the background, all sounding worried.
Suddenly, Lizzie's voice raises over them. "Guys, we gotta go." She speaks into the phone. "Where are you?" She asks.
"The bathroom." Amelia replies, putting her hand on my back as I start to get dizzy.
"Okay, be there soon." Lizzie sounds in a rush as she hangs up. Moments later, people are calling our names in the bathroom.
"This stall!" Amelia waves her hand over the stall door.
"Why are you in there?" I hear Colleen ask.
"Well, if Lizzie came in here, she would see." Amelia unlocks the door and peaks her head out.
She comes in all the way then Lizzie walks in.
She rushes to me. "Callie, breathe." She sooths.
After a while, my breathing calms, and I stop shaking.
"You good?" Lizzie asks, opening the stall door.
"Lizzie!" Amelia slams the door shut as soon as Lizzie leaves the stall.
"What?!" She asks.
"Callie doesn't have her shirt on!" Amelia laughs.
"Oops!" Lizzie laughs.
"Where's your shirt?" Amelia asks me.
I point at her, since she took it from me.
"Oh yeah..." She giggles. She holds it up, handing it to me. I look at her, and she glances down, but then quickly looks back up at me.
I smirk, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh shut up, I wasn't looking at anything!" She quietly says, giggling.
I roll my eyes sarcastically, then start to put my shirt on. Once I do, I look at Amelia, who kind of looks sad. I give her a quick kiss, which cheers her up.
We leave the stall, and see that nobody is in the main part, so we walk out of the bathroom.
"Wow, that took you so long, you'd think you were having-" Joey gets cut off.
"Let's go!" Lizzie interrupts.
Amelia and I stifle laughs as we walk away.
"Where to now?" Amelia asks.
"Hm... I don't know, let's drive around." Lizzie says.
We walk out of the mall, finding it to be really hot outside since its later in the day. We get into the van. I sit down next to Amelia in the very back, since it's not the big van. I scoot close to her, laying my head on her shoulder.
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Picking Up The Pieces; Sequel To; Broken- An Adopted By Jizzie Fanfiction
FanfictionSequel to; Broken- An Adopted By Jizzie Fanfiction. Callie is back, and trying to pick up the pieces. Of course, this is a Fanfiction, so get ready for some drama, including love, hate, tears, and joy!