"Luke, please stop talking to that Chrissy girl, she's ruining our relationship," Arzaylea whines to me.
"Why? She's my best friend and I can't live without her!" I exclaim.
"I'm your girlfriend therefore I should be the one you can't live without!" Arzaylea whines, like a little kid. I has holding back my laughter.
"Seriously? You're jealous of her."
"No, I don't like her and she's changing you."
"No, you are. Chrissy and I have been friends for 21 years. I've known you for 2 years. You changed me. I don't like this new me. Going out everyday in LA, going to parties with your friends that I have nothing in common with. I don't like that lifestyle, I hardly see the boys anymore."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying, we are over. For real this time." I grabbed all of her stuff out of the bedroom and throws it into the living room. I leave Arzaylea in shock.
"Move out or I'll call the cops."
"Babe, you're joking right?" Arzaylea asks, grabbing onto my arm.
"I don't love you, and neither did you. This was all just a stupid PR stunt. You want me to believe it wasn't, I saw the texts when you were showering two weeks ago. I just wanted to see how long it would take you to mess something up. I'm done with your bullshit and I want you out of my apartment. You have until I get back," I say, walking to the door.
"Where are you going?" Arzaylea asks.
I stop walking and looks back at her.
"Chrissy's house. She is the one I want, not you."
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FanficChrissy Summers is 5SOS's photographer. She starts developing feelings for a certain member of the band.
