An Extreme Uppercrust Sister

Chapter 8: Happy Ending?

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Ariana's Pov
(Flashback/ dream)

"Thanks for walking me home... You didn't have to..." I smiled as Max carries me bridal style towards my house. I apparently fell down the stairs, falling down and blacking out the rest the night until Max found me in the corner of a room fast asleep. I guess dancing and drinking aren't a good combination to go for. I moaned in pain as I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I buried my face into Max's chest, falling sleep in a matter of seconds. His smell drew me in causing me to just relax, knowing I was safe in his arms. "Ariana wake up... We are here.." I rubbed my eyes, yawing as Max gently sets down in front of the door. I smiled sweetly as I held my shoes in my hand. "I am literally a mess at this point... But again thanks for walking me home or I guess carrying me home.."

"Yea I figured you needed some help." Max smiled shoving his hands in his pockets.

'I better get going be-" I stumbled on top of Max making him fall down. His eyes met my eyes looking deeply inside. I felt myself drawn to him like I was seeing a total different side of him. My eyes kept begin drawn towards his lips as if I wanted to kiss him. Next I knew I felt my lips pressed against his slowly and passionately. His hands wrapped around my waist pulling me closer each second. I kept telling myself to stop but I couldn't, his touch was something I could be safe. His lips were ever so soft, I wanted more but I suddenly pulled back quickly standing up as my mind cleared up on what I was doing. "Sorry I uh better go..."I said leaving Max on the ground and heading inside. I slid down the door biting my lip, sighing. Why did I kiss him? Why didn't he stop me? My head was pounding with questions that I went to get a drink of water from the kitchen to calm me down. Footsteps came creaking on the hardwood floor making their way closer to me. I grabbed a knife the drawer armed and ready to stab this random person. The lights came as I screamed ready to stab them but held my ground when I saw Bradly pleading, crying on the floor. I scoffed placing the knife back on counter seeing Bradly cry like some baby. "Ariana? You scared me!! What are you doing past midnight?!"

"Sorry... I didn't mean to... I just went out with Mocha and some friends...Look can we discuss this later I 'm dead tired and sleepy..."

"No no no! You're gonna start talking now!" Bradly grabbed my arm pulling me back before I could step out. I whined falling on the ground shaking my head.

"Come on Ariana don't you dare pull that little kid act.. Spill now!"

"I told you I went out with some friends got tired and drank way to much-" I felt something in mouth ready to burst out. I swallowed but it came right back up quickly sending me to the sick and throwing up all over the sink. The sickness came over me in a huge wave of pain. My body suddenly collapsed on the ground as my eyes closed in seconds. Bradly yells out my name over and again echoing in my head. I tried to wake up but I just couldn't. What the hell?? Am I dying?! This can't be how I die?! I can't leave now!!! What about Bradley, Aunt Sylvia, Mocha, Bobby, Pj, Goofy?! What about Max?!? I cant do this! Not now! I kept trying to wake myself up but my body kept falling down every second. Suddenly as if by magic, a bright light had appeared. I open my eyes to see Bradley in the kitchen trying to cook but failing. Bradley curses under his breath, removing the pan from the stove. Wait I remember this.... This was the night where Bradley tried to make my 15th birthday a special dinner because I got grounded and I couldn't go to my favorite restaurant.

So Bradley felt bad and decided to have a restaurant here in the house. I got up from the dinner table, laughing at him. The one time Bradley tried to make things special he ended up getting frustrated. "Here let me help..."