Who are you actually?

My New Life

"Shawn?!" I screamed in shock.

Nick jolted awake at the sound of my distress. 

"What's up? What's- Wait, who the fuck are you?" he asked Shawn.

"I'm her boyfriend, douchebag," he retorted.

"Woah, aight, you guys obviously have things to work out and frankly I'm wayyy to hungover to deal with this so I'm gonna go in the kitchen."

He patted my head and left the room. 

"Thanks for last night!" he hollered as he passed by Shawn. 

"I'm not your girlfriend, Shawn," I said impassively. 

"So you run away from Ontario, leave me a heartfelt goodbye letter and I find you sleeping with some party hard asshole?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "What the hell, Aria!" 

"How'd you even find me?" 

"Jacob. He said some strange shit happened last night."

"Yeah? Like what? I can't rememeber anything."

"Well for starters, you danced on tables and wouldn't stop screaming."

"That's not too bad..."

"Oh, I'm not even close to being done," he said with a glare. 

"You were so drunk that when Jacob and Nick tried to pick you up, you pretended to be an airplane. Before that, you participated in 3 dance competitions and managed to grind the shit out of the judge so he automatically deemed you Queen of Dance. Nick and you were so drunk that you chased eachother around the entire party and only stopped when he shoved a kid down the stairs and broke his ankle."

"Stop," I whispered.

"Oh, no sweetheart. You wanna party hard? Deal with the consequences. You were so wasted that you made out with a pole and danced on it."

Shit, it was all coming back to me. 

After a couple shots, Nick and I started making out. Flash! My wings were off. Flash! His tank top was off. 

"Get a room!" a man yelled.

Memory gone after that. 

"What do you want from me, Shawn? To get back together with you and live happily ever after? We both know that it's impossible, even if I wanted to." 

"Aria, you're mother's devastated. She wants you to come back to Ontario."

"I don't live for my mother anymore, Shawn. Plus, I wouldn't be happy living next door to you and not being able to be with you. I would rather encounter actual Hell than be put through that Hell. The only way to escape both Hells is to stay in Atlanta away from you and everyone else."

"Oh, so you'd rather wake up in random apartment rooms with strangers and vague recollection of what happened a couple hours before? Sounds like a great life." 

 "Shut up, Shawn. Hey, where's your little sidekick anyways?"

"Who? Nash or Jacob?"

"Jacob. Nash isn't your sidekick," I said as I rolled my eyes.

"They're at the grocery store working a shift. Anyways, we have to figure out your plan here, Aria."

"IM DONE WITH PLANS, SHAWN. DON'T YOU GET IT? THERE'S ALWAYS A PLAN. PLAN 1: MOVE TO ONTARIO AND MAKE FRIENDS PLAN 2: GO TO COLLEGE PLAN 3: CHOOSE LIFE OVER DEATH PLAN 4: MAKE SHAWN STOP LOVING YOU BY WRITING HIM A HEARTFELT LETTER. I'M DONE WITH IT. I WANT TO BE SPONTANEOUS, SHAWN. I WANT TO NOT REGRET CHOOSING LIFE OVER DEATH. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A VERY LONG TIME OF HURTING AND CHOOSING, I FINALLY CAN HAVE THAT HERE. I CAN FINALLY HAVE A HAPPY LIFE WITH NICK. I DON'T HAVE TO CHOOSE. I DON'T HAVE ANY TIES. HELL, I DON'T EVEN HAVE A HOME. AND FRANKLY I'M LOVING IT. SO, PLEASE. GET THE FUCK OUT," I bellowed.