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After you got back up on your feet, the boys kept asking you questions and you got fed up with them so you yelled out "stop asking these questions."

So they all back up from you and you walked into class and you just went through your next 2 classes. Then lunch came. Once you got to your locker you just opened it and grabbed everything you needed meaning your science notebook and then you grabbed the picture of you and your family and decide to change the photo behind you phone and when you go to grab it, it isn't in your pocket. Then you freak out until you think back to where it could be. When you look through your back pack there is a phone but it isn't yours. It was Austin's or Nicks. Why do your phones all have to have the same case and be the same exact thing. Then you grab the photo and put it in a place where it can't be lost and close your locker and run to the lunch tables to find where they can be. Once you spot all of the boys you walk up to them and they see you and you say "give me back my phone"

Austin: Are you going to tell us what's going on with you?

You: Why does everyone assume something is wrong?

Austin: Y/n please. We can all tell when something is up with you.

You: Well nothing is wrong. Now give me back my phone.

Austin: Can't do that, princess

You: Don't call me that.

Austin: See something is wrong. We always have a routine of things we do and you aren't following it.

Nick: That's the dumbest knowledge I've ever heard.

Austin: Then why is she doing exactly what she does when she knows the other person so right.

You: Ok. If I tell you what is wrong will you give me back my phone?

Austin: Of course.

You: Well. First show me my phone. And prove it to me that's my phone.

He opens the phone with his thumbprint and shows me the screen to prove it. And it is indeed yours. Then you tell the boys.

You: Ok. Well me and my sister had a huge fight last night. And me and my sister are all that we have family wise. And I never had and never liked conflict so this is super difficult to handle. So this morning I was crying in the bathroom and I couldn't handle going to class because I wasn't ready to be bombarded by questions. Then I eventually went to class and I felt happy no one asked but then when I walked into my 3rd class I saw the why don't we boys. Then I didn't want to see them so I ran outside then that's when I fell. Then all that's stuff happened.

They all stayed silent. Then you pulled the photo of your family and showed it to the boys. It made you cry even more. They all comfort you and kept telling you it will be okay. And knowing your sister, she is probably doing your same or distracting herself with sports to get it off her mind. Then after you asked the boys for advice. They all gave the same but still helpful advice. But one person gave the best advice and it stuck out in your head. Michael. Since he has 4 younger siblings he has had lots of fights and ways to figure it out. So it was a little therapy session but not really. It was about 30 minutes. A loved one of both people sits down with the people and they talk about their problems and then they do all these exercises to help them. Then when they somewhat work here is one that helps always. Two people sit face to face. In chairs. If the disagree on anything they move back. But if they agree they move closer to each other. And it works everything. Then after it everything should be good as new. Then as soon as the bell rings you and Austin walk back to class and he gives you back your phone and the photo. Then he grabs your hand locking fingers in between each other and walk in and sit down.

-Time Skip to later that day-

Once you get home with your sister you have Austin come over because he is the one Ariana trust the most. Then you follow the directions Michael gave you and it actually worked. Well somewhat. You forgave each other but the trust was still a little bit wobbly on the bricks. So the next couple days were spent building trust which is the next chapter.

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