{ORIGINAL VERSION} CATFISH - PART TWO (Smosh FanFic)

[Chapter 4] He Wants To Make It Up To You (REWRITE OF "HE FEELS TERRIBLE")

-Holly's POV-

One stupid little mistake and everything goes wrong. I was lying in my bed, staring at the picture of Anthony and me that was sitting on my dresser. It was of him and me from our first anniversary. His arms were wrapped around my front with his head resting on my shoulder. We were both in our swimsuits. I remember the trouble I had trying to take the picture. I covered my face as I starting crying again.

Over the sound of my crying, I heard my door creak open. I sat up slightly to see Joey walk in, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Holly, I know it's hard, but you can't stay in your room for eternity," He remarked softly, walking over to me and sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"I won't...I'll just stay here till I die," I murmured, rolling on my side away from him.

He put his hand on my leg and sighed, "Oh, Holly, you're not going to die."

"Yes I am," I retorted quietly as I sat up, "I lost Anthony. I can't have kids. I have nothing to live for!"

"Wait...you...you can't have kids?" He croaked.

I shook my head no, more tears began to stream down my cheeks.

"Holly, I..." He leaned in and pulled me into a hug, "I didn't know."

"No one knows," I murmured, "I couldn't even bring myself to tell Anthony. You're the first one who knows."

"When'd you find out?"

"The day of the party, at my doctor's appointment. He just kind of...told me."

"What was your initial reaction?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I cried."

"I don't blame you."

I frowned, "You never really think about kids until you either get pregnant or can't have them."

Joey remained silent for a while before he cleared his throat and changed the subject, "Well, I talked to Ian." I glanced over at him, "He said he feels really bad about what happened. And he wants to make it up to you with a dinner."

"A dinner?" I repeated in disbelief.

He nodded his head, "Yup. Tonight."

"Tonight!?!" I jumped to my feet, "Joey, I haven't gone out of the house in days!"

"I know, that's why I told him you'd come, Hol." Joey rose to his feet and gently gripped my upper arms, "You need to get out of this house. You need to get out of your room. I can't remember the last time I saw your face before today." A smirk grew on my face, causing him to smile too. "I want you to go. You and Anthony have come too far to just give up because of some stupid drunken mistake you made."

I scoffed, "Try telling him that," I crossed my arms over my chest.

"I will, don't worry," He pushed a piece of hair that had fallen in front of my face behind my ear and smirked, "But you're going to that dinner, whether you like it or not. Now go take a shower, you smell horrible."

I laughed and punched him playfully in the shoulder.

*****

I dried my wet hair with a towel and looked at myself in the fogged bathroom mirror. I used my wrist to wipe away the blurriness. I leaned in and squinted. In replace of my normal reflection was the fat and ugly girl I thought I left behind. I took a step back as tears started to stream down my face again.

"You're perfect. You always have been," Anthony's voice sounded in my head.

But then a more nasty voice rang in my head, "Little Miss Holly, trying to fit in. It's cute, it really is. Because you're never going to fit in. You're never going to be perfect...you're nothing but a little slut." It was the voice of the girls from when I was in school.

I covered my mouth with my hands as I failed to hold back the tears.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Holly?" Joey's voice diffused through the door.

I jerked my head in the direction and sniffled, "Yes?"

"Is everything all right in there?"

I wiped under my eyes and walked over to the door, opening it and popping my head out, "Yeah, everything's fine."

"Your makeup's messed up," He noticed.

"I wasn't paying attention," I lied, sniffling again. He gave me a look that told me he didn't believe me. "Seriously, I'll be out in a few minutes." I closed the door and leaned against it, closing my eyes and heaving a sigh.

-Ian's POV-

I set down the two dinner plates on the table and sighed. I turned around to see Anthony standing in the bedroom hallway, looking better than he did before, but still not good.

"Hey, Anthony," I greeted uneasily.

"What are the plates for?" He inquired quietly.

"I invited Holly over for dinner," I replied as I walked back into the kitchen and picked up the third dinner plate. I walked back out and said, "And I would like it if you joined us."

Anthony crossed his arms, "You want me to have dinner with my ex-girlfriend?"

"She's not just your ex-girlfriend, Anthony," I reminded him, turning around to face him, "Holly's the girl you've liked since the minute you met her. She's the girl you catfished into liking you! So, no, she's not just your ex-girlfriend."

"Ian, I don't want to see her right now," He remarked, peeling himself off of the wall and approaching me, "Please, cancel the dinner."

"I can't. Joey already told me she was coming."

"I don't care. Cancel the dinner, Ian," He said angrily.

"No!"

"Yes!" He shouted in my face.

"No!" I yelled back.

"Y-" He was about to scream back when he was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. The two of us looked in that direction.

"Ian? It's me, Holly," Her voice emanated from outside the door, "May I come in?"