2018 is just as much of a horribly tragic year for Ariana Grande. The ups and downs of her engagement with Pete and friendship with Selena. Hopefully, 2019 brings something different...
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There was no denying that Ariana was still hurting. She still felt like shit, carried this guilt around with her, but wanted to make her relationship with Pete work. They were engaged and the situation was just as difficult for him as it was for her. Imagine how he must've felt when the person he loved was mourning someone who she once in a relationship with? Man, it was all fucked up.
"Ready to head back?" Pete asked Ariana as they both exited Starbucks with their beverages.
"Yeah." Ariana held his hand as they begin their long walk back to the apartment with a security guard following them closely behind.
Ariana looked heartbroken as they walked back home. This was the first time she's been seen out since Mac's passing. Pete finally convinced her to go with him to get out of the house, and they walked about 30 blocks, but all of the paparazzi around them was starting to make her regret it.
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"What do you want for dinner, babe?" Pete came into the living room, scrolling through his phone, thinking of places he could order takeout.
"I don't care. I'm not hungry." Ariana mumbled and watched another episode of Grey's Anatomy on Netflix.
"Ariana. You have to eat." Pete locked his phone and sat down on the couch beside her, "C'mon, it'll make you feel better."
"I'll eat later, Pete. I promise." She distracted him with a kiss, "Some of my friends are coming over. We're just gonna hang out for awhile."
"Oh."
Pete got up and shook his head in annoyance. All the days seemed to drag on in a blur and Ariana blew off anything he did to try and help her. It was like she didn't even care he was there.
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"Great! Everyone left!" Ariana entered the living room and kitchen to see that all of her friends had left after her and Pete started arguing.
"Oh look! Something else you can blame on me!" Pete returned the attitude as he yelled back from their bedroom.
"Why are you acting like such an asshole?!" Angry tears were in Ariana's eyes as she marched down the hallway and confronted a shirtless Pete who was rummaging around.
"I'm the asshole?!" He exclaimed, letting out a sarcastic laugh, "You're the one who seems to be acting like such a bitch lately!"
"You know how I feel?!" Ariana screamed as tears ran down her eyes, "How could you say that to me?!"
"Look, you told me you didn't want anyone over! You shut me out all day! Everyday! And then you just up and change your mind without asking me!" Pete threw on a shirt and changed out of his shorts for some jeans angrily, "I just wanted one night for us! I was gonna suprise you, but you obviously don't give a fuck!"
Ariana stood back against the door as she harshly rubbed off her running mascara from her face and tried to hold back more tears, "Where are you going now?"
Pete froze and closed his eyes at the sound of her voice full of sadness. He turned around to face her and felt like a douchebag when he saw how upset she was, "A friend's. My mom's. I don't know. Maybe, you just need some more space right now."
Ariana hiccuped as she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, "No. Don't leave me alone. Please, don't. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Ariana," Pete sighed, cupping her face as he wiped some tears away with his thumb, "I'm sorry too. Are you sure you don't want your mom here instead?"
"I just want you here."
Pete picked her up and held her in his arms as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
