Chapter 7

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✖️S P E N C E R✖️

"Spencer. Come on. Get up. Please?" someone mumbled in my ear. My eyes Fluttered open to see a tired looking Shawn standing over me. "Whaaaat?" I groan. "I wanna go do something with you today. Come on." He said and shook my upper body. "Okay I'm up." I said and pushed away his hands.

I look over at the clock and see that's it's 6:00 AM. "What the fuck, Shawn. Why did you get me up so early?" I mumbled. I looked back at him with squinted eyes because the light still stung my eyes. "Just get up and get ready." He said and walked out if my room. I didn't want to get up. Ever. I've always wanted to just lay in bed and sleep so I didn't have to deal with peoples everyday bullshit.

I got up out of bed and walked I to my bathroom. I stripped my clothes and turned on the water. I've learned that the water heater takes forever to warm up here. I walked back over to my mirror and examined my face, looking for acne. The door burst open beside. I screamed and scrambled for my towel once I noticed Shawn was in the door way. Then my towel fell behind the toilet. When I noticed I couldn't reach it I attempted to run into the shower. In the middle of all the scrambling, I slipped and hit my forehead on the side of the bath tub. "Oh! Shit!" I grumbled and crawled into my Shower.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled and pocked my head out the side of the curtain so I could look at him without exposing myself again. "I was gonna ask you if you wanted to eat here or go out to eat. Sorry I thought you were already in the shower." He replied. Them he burrowed his eyebrows together and it made him look so worried. "Spencer. You klutz." He said and chuckled a little. "What?" I asked. "You have a cut on your forehead..." He trailed off trying not to laugh and trying to look concerned. "Fuck my life!" I groaned. "Hey, just because we kissed last night and you just saw me naked doesn't mean I'm willing to go any farther." I joked. He laughed and exited the room.

I took my shower and brushed my teeth. I blow dried my hair and curled it. I walked out of my bathroom and into my room. I picked out a nirvana crop top, a long cardigan ( you never know if it's going to be cold as shit here. ), and skinny jeans. I put my clothes on and then put on black combat boots. I sat down at my makeup mirror and got my makeup out.

"Spencer. What are you doing?" Shawn asked as he walked in my room. "What do you mean? in getting ready." I replied. "No. I mean with the make up. You don't need it. " He stated. I chuckled. "Shawn, I get up every day, look in the mirror, and hate what I see. People with faces like yours never know what that feels like. I need make up so I can put on what a call an Doll Face." I replied.

"And how does this Doll Face make you look any different?" He asked in a confused tone. "Well. Dolls are pretty. I put on my doll face to cover up my ugly. Simple as that." I replied. It's such a simple concept and he doesn't even get it. He laughed and shook his head. "I'll just wait here." He said as laid down on my bed.

I was kind of scared to go out with Shawn today. Mainly because I didn't want Nash to get mad at me. Shawn is one of Nash's friends and I don't wanna be "that sister". Plus I didn't want to run into anyone from school and have more shit told about me.

I finished my make up and put on deodorant. "Come on!" I said and Shawn happily got up from my bed. "Where are we going?" I asked. "To the mall." He replied.

"The mall?"

"Yes. The mall"

"Why the mall?"

"You'll see. "

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Shawn and I arrived at the mall after a long walk. I wish I had my license, and he had a car so we didn't have to walk everywhere.

We talked about how much we both love music. We talked about how he won first place at a talent show at his old school for his voice and how the cheering and the crowed felt. I feel 10x closer to him.

We walked into the mall hand in hand. Then my phone rang. "What the fuck." I groaned and reached for my phone. I looked at the contact. Taylor's mom was calling me. This never happened. Ever. "Hey." I said into the phone. "Spencer. You need to get to the hospital. Now." She replied with a shaky voice. It sounds as if she were crying. "What's wrong? is it Taylor? what did he do now?" I said with every bit of concern I had in me. "He got in a terrible accident with his friends Jack and Jack." He said back and hung up the phone.

My eyes grew big and my heart sped up. "Shawn. You can come with me or take a rain check but I'm running to the hospital. Taylor's not okay." I said with tears in my eyes. "Let's run." He replied. I dashed out the front doors of the mall. When I said I was running I wasn't kidding.

My best friend, the only person that's been there for me, the only person that's been real to me my whole life, my everything is hurt and you think I'm not going to get to him as fast as possible? No. I want to get to his side and make sure he's well. If he dies then I do too.

I burst into the front doors of the hospital. Shawn ran in behind me. We both ran up to the front desk. "Taylor Caniff. Where is he?" I asked frantically. The woman's had slowly moved over the keyboard. After I second I looked up at her screen. She hand only had "Taylor C" typed. I pounded my fist on the desk top and yelled "TYPE FASTER!". The lady looked at me scarred and Shawn put his had on my shoulder. "Calm down." Shawn said in a hushed tone. I ignored him and looked back at the lady. "Room 238E icu." She said.

Icu?! The crash was that bad?! The fact that the crash was that bad made me even more worried.

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We walked up to the Icu. Shawn had guided me through the hall ways because I had so many tears in my eyes I couldn't see. "Uuuhhhh... Spencer." Shawn whispered. I looked up at him. He looked down at me with so much concern. "238E is In there." he said and pointed to a blocked off part of the hospital. Then I saw the numbers on the plater In front of one of the doors and read "238E". The paper that was tapped on wall said "Visitors Must Be Family." I feel like just when my life starts to get good and back on track something bad has to Happen.

I recognized the room that Taylor was in. He was in the same one that my dad was in. "NOOOO!" I cried and ran up to two clear French doors. I tired to pull the doors open but they were locked. My back slammed against the doors and I slid down to the floor. I pulled my knees into my chest and cried. "not again..."

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(A/n)

OMG IM SO SORRY THIS SUCKS ILY THO. I JUST NEEDED TO GET THIS DONE.

TYSM FOR 500!

But I'm sorry this chapter sucks I really am. Don't hate me.

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