"Where's Ross?" I asked Rydel as she opened the door to their house.
"I think he's in his room but-" she said and I dashed as fast as possible with the stupid crutches to his room.
"Ross?" I knocked on the door of his room. Usually, I wouldn't since it's Ross, but something was wrong today.
"Come in."
"Hey buddy," I said, sitting down on the ground with some pain next to a stressed out Ross with red eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked, placing my hand on his arm.
"Carrie, Laura died. She suicided. Like an hour ago." Ross said.
"That's probably why the news hasn't caught it yet." I murmured.
"She left a suicide not, kind of. She texted me an hour and a half ago. It said 'Everything's your fault, Ross. I hope you rot in hell. I might even meet you there.' I got confused and thought se was being wierd again. But then her mom called, telling me everything. And I understood." Ross broke out into sobs, sheltering himself in my arms. I hugged him tightly, rubbed his back and kissed his forehead as if he were a five year old.
***One month later***
I finally got Ross to stop sulking,(that's right, it took me a month to convince him that it's not his fault she killed herself) made him go change and called Ster to tell him Ross was okayish now so all three of us decided to go out for lunch. I had my hair temporarily dip-dyed pink from the bottom like an hour ago. It would wear of in a week or so. The One Direction boys were going back on tour in two weeks. So obviously, we had loads of plans for next week That's just some of the spontaneous things that is part of your life when you're not gonna see people for like really really long, (5 months, they were coming back around three weeks before my birthday, july sixth.)
I hurriedly changed into my leather leggings, blue sleeveless silk button down shirt, leather peep toe heels, checked my nail polish, put on sapphire color earrings and my charm bracelet with a fancy cluster ring. I grabbed my LV bag and taking one last look in the mirror, hurried down the stairs. (I guess you could call me a rich spoiled brat, but hey, i think i'm a pretty nice person[that sounded even more bratty but eugh], and that's what counts, right? A/N: At least i don't make soppy innocent stories about myself being really poor but then getting really dressed up, like say what?)
"Hey babe," I smiled at Ster as i got into the car.
"You look stunning, as usual, i love what you've done to your hair," Ster smiled and kissed me.
"Why, thank you." I smiled.
"Hey guys," Ross actually smiled, getting into the car.
"Hey," Ster and I said together, smiling at him.
***
"Alright," I said, pulling out my sunglasses."Let's hit the mall."
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Singing Steps (A Harry Styles Story) (Sequel to Dancing Steps)
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