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Chapter Eight - Tati

Tati's POV

"That's a wrap!" Liv says as she puts her hands up in excitement.

"I'll have a Cesar," I respond.

"What?" Liv asks clearly confused.

"A Cesar, as in Cesar wrap. I'm on some weird carb diet."

"Oh. Sounds, uh, lovely. Can we take this stuff off of our faces now?"

"Not yet," Calum tells her just as he takes his phone out, "I need a photo."

"Hell to the no." Right as she lunges towards him, we hear Ross' phone snap a pic. Together, Liv and I go towards Ross and attempt to get the phone from him. Not soon after, we get a notification on all our phones that Calum posted a video on his Instagram.

"What the hell is this?" Liv snaps at him, but has a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

"A video," Calum responds and skillfully skips out of the room.

"I'm taking this crap off my face now," Liv says and exits the room.

"You know, you still look beautiful, even with all that makeup on," Ross states and his cheeks immediately flush.

"Thanks, but we should probably stop with our flirting."

"I'm not flirting with you," he responds coolly.

"Logan is coming to visit," I blurt out and wait for his reaction. His face drops before opening his mouth and closing it before talking.

"Are you serious?" He looks hurt. "You know he's not good for you, he'll only bring you down."

"But, I was happy with him."

"No, you weren't. I know I'm no expert at love, but that relationship was only toxic, almost as toxic as Britney Spears' song, but not nearly as bad," he attempts an amused smile but fails miserably.

"It's what I want, so, please, just be happy for me."

"I'll try." I walk out of the room to wash the makeup off of my face, but tears that I didn't know I was holding back escape and wash away the cheap blush and foundation that Ross attempted to look good but failed at. I don't know why I'm crying, honestly. Maybe it's the fact that the love of my life is coming to visit me or that Ross actually cares for me. I've never had someone care for me like Ross does, all my life I've never had someone to tell me whether I should or shouldn't do something or if something is safe or not, not even my own dad. Most of my life was filled with European models that I had to call my stepmom. My mom wasn't much help either, but no one can blame her, while she was slowly dying in that rotten hospital, her lousy husband was off dusting the feathers of the maid, if you know what I mean. She was the patient parent that luckily, is where I got my personality from.

"Hey, are you okay?" Asks a concerned Mikey, snapping me out of my gloomy thoughts.

"Huh, oh, yeah, I'm just exhausted, the time change has really screwed me up," I lie. I quickly rush into Luke's pink bathroom and lock the door behind me.

"Ahh!" shouts a scared Luke.

"Ahh!" I scream back.

"What are you doing in my bathroom?!"

"I don't know!"

"Get out!"

"Sorry!" I rush back out and let out a long sigh. Luckily, Luke had already showered and had his towel wrapped around his waist otherwise this would have been awkward-er.

"Good job, Blondie,"Liv says sarcastically, "Here, you can use Mikey's bathroom, it's what I did." She directs me into the bathroom she just emerged from and leaves me alone. A few minutes pass before my face is naked again. Just as I'm about to leave the bathroom, I hear voices outside the door.