Being alone felt pretty weird for grace as she and chester had began spending most of their time together.
The copious amounts of grester rumours were getting a little out of hand so grace couldn't bare going on tumblr, she couldn't talk to hannah as everything had got quite awkward and she didn't want hannah constantly questioning the bruises and mamrie was apparently busy all day. She did what she would always do when goose was around and decided to walk her. Grace was so relieved to have goose back. Whenever she thought about goose being in that dog school thing, she would get upset and mourn over the dog bed lying in the corner.
Thursday evening meant fridiary. Fridiary meant putting on a happy face and acting like everything was going just the way it normally was. She did her usual, 'this happened', 'and this', and her, 'can't forget about this thing' as she walked goose around the dimly lit neighbourhood, feeling more self conscious than usual about being 'that girl that talks to a camera' as she passed a few strangers in the street.
Editing was even more difficult: the videos of the party on the night it happened kept playing like a cinema screen in her brain. Videos of hannah and tyler dancing. Videos of mamrie making grace a pickle martini. Videos of chester drunkenly singing along to we can't stop as it roared from flula's speakers.
Of course I won't put in any videos of chester, grace thought.
Chester. The one who forced grace to drink alcohol she didn't want. The one who is 'so proud' to be part of It's On Us. The one who made grace endure more pain than she had ever been in throughout her whole life.
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'omg grester weekend is starting'
'JUST HAVE BABIES WITH CHESTER LIKE SERIOUSLY COME ON'
'what if chester's announcement is that she's marrying him?'
'guys hartbig never dies' (of course)
Were just some of the comments on Grace's newest instagram photo. She felt like all the viewers wanted was grester. Not even her anymore. She wanted to tell everyone what had happened, they were all suspicious because of chester's brief internet absence, anyway. But she knew what he was capable of. He had this facade that made him seem like just a sweet, harmless musician who sings some songs on the internet; that was not the case at all.
