*THIS IS GOING TO BE A REALLY LONG CHAPTER!!!!***
4.27.19
Lacey's POVI put an outfit on and Cole's jacket over it I go downstairs. "MASON!" I scream at the top of my lungs, not caring if I wake anyone up. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT ASSHAT!" He screams at me as I enter the kitchen. I roll my eyes. "Why do you always have to be so rude to me?" I yell stepping closer. Today he came and told me to go tell to wake me up. He laughs. "Because I hate you." He growls out.
"Well guess what! You can't get rid of me and you are a horrible fucking brother!" I hit him and he just laughs. "WHAT'S SO FUNNY!" "WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" After that were in an all out screaming match in the kitchen before dad comes down. "Break it up! Break it up!" He pulls Mason away from me right as I was about to hit him again. "What's going on?" Jill asks coming down the stares.
"You're devil of a son is what's going on!" I yell at her. "Do not use that tone with me young lady" she gives me the mom stare and grabs me by the wrist. I fight from her grip. "I don't have to listen to you!" "You're living under my roof! My rules!" She yells back. I scream in frustration and storm out of the kitchen. "Where do you think you're going!" My dad yells. "On a therapeutic walk!" I slam the door shut behind me and go over to Shawn's without thinking.
His Jeep isn't in the driveway. I knock on the door and Aaliyah answers. "Can I come in?" I have tears running down my face. She nods and let's me in. "Where's everyone?" "Oh mom and dad are doing errands and Shawn is back at his apartment." She says as we sit on the couch. That's when I break. I tell her everything that's been on my mind. "I'm so tired of how stressful my life is." I end with. She just hugs me.
"Do you mind if I leave a note for Shawn?" She shrugs and tells me how to get to his room. When I find it I enter a messy teenage boys bedroom. "God Shawn, for a twenty year old it's like a sixteen year old lives in this room." I whisper to myself as I look for a sticky note. Finally I find some buried under papers on his desk.
Dear Shawn,
I don't forgive you at all! Don't expect any favors from me. I hope you know you broke my heart. I hate you! Please never talk to me, look at me, breath in my presence, nothing! Just stay away!
-you already know who it is!
I cry some more looking at the note. I have so much pent up anger and hurt towards Shawn and so many other people at this point I'm just going to block them out. Build some walls. I just want to be alone. I want a place to breath.
I inhale the cologne scented air of his bedroom and leave. "Bye Aaliyah!" I say as I leave the house. Cole is filming Riverdale, I don't know what to do. "Might as well." I say to myself as I click on Dylan's contact. "Hello?" I hear, my heart beats faster. "Hey Dylan, up to hanging out?" "Sorry I'm busy." Then he hangs up. Fine.
I'm enrolling into the community college next week so I really don't know what to do for a week. My dad made me apply. I walk home, Mason's car isn't in the driveway anymore, thank god! "The girls are at school." Dad says as I walk in. "Hey, sorry about this morning... and every morning before that." I awkwardly laugh. "What is it that makes you both so riled up?" He asks me as I sit next to him. "He's rude to me so I just bite him back." I shrug and lay back. "You can't do that, try ignoring him. Please I can't stand the fighting early in the morning." He chuckles. "I'll try." We both laugh.
"So, anything you want to do today?" I nod. "My license expired, can we go get it renewed please." He nods. "You don't have a car do you?" "Never." We walk out to his 2019 Mercedes-Benz G-Class. "Then how'd you learn to drive?" "Cole taught me, the guy who helped me move in. You should know him, he used to babysit me and my siblings." He nods. "Wait, Cole Sprouse! I didn't even recognize him!" He exclaims. "Puberty hit him and Dylan like a bus." My dad just nods. Good sense of humor...
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Fake Girlfriend //S.M.//
FanficFor a publicity stunt Shawn's Manager, Andrew, pays a girl to be Shawn's fake girlfriend.