Remedy Book: 5

28-Style

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye
And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style,
-Taylor Swift-Style
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A/N: I love Taylor Swifts new songs about Harry. That other girl he was with was me oops.
xCouis
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Flawsy's P.O.V

My mom invited me to have coffee with her. She wanted to talk to me, I wasn't sure why. Brandon said he'd watch Bryson for me, we were still trying to get settled into our new home.

"There is bottles in the fridge that I expressed earlier, just heat them up. Call me if anything goes wrong okay? And I swear to god Brandon if you so much as hurt a hair on my little boys head I will hunt you down and sell your insides on ebay!"

He chuckled.

"Relax babe, I have it under control. Me and Bryson can have a men day." He said. I laughed. "Okay my little Men, be good." I gave Brandon a peck before giving Bryson a peck on the forhead and leaving.

The drive back to L.A. made me depressed, when I moved I felt like I was coming back to my past. Like I was driving back to my mom and dads house to find Cherry puking up blood or mom high off something illegal.

I reached the coffee shop and parked my car.

I saw my mother sitting at a table. Her hair blonde and cut short. (picture above)

She still looked beautiful, she still looked sad.

I walked over and sat across from her. She smiled. "Hey!" "Hi.."

"Happy Birthday!" She boomed. "My birthday was four days ago." I said. "Happy late Birthday Flawless."

"Thanks...."

"I got you something!" She said. "What is it?"

She handed it to me and I opened it. Inside was book full of pictures of me from age one to sixteen. I looked at them smiling, from one to five there was pictures of me and Cherry. Then pictures of me her and Endy. Then when I reached age ten there was a picture of me holding Matty for the first time. And then Eleven is what struck me the most.

A picture of me and Cherry, she was about thirteen years old and we were both lying in hostpital beds, holding one anothers hand. She looked weak and frail, like she was on her death bed. I remember that day, it was my tenth operation and we all hoped it was Cherry's last.

Then age twelve, a picture of Me, Rushing, and Cherry sitting on a leather couch in Rushings basement at his old house. Him and Cherry where hugging and I was making one of those fake gagging faces. I laughed a little at the memory, tears in my eyes.

Thirteen was just me and mom smiling, Fourteen was me and Cherry dressed in white lace dresses at mom and dads wedding, she looked like a dead girl walking. At fifteen, no more Cherry. Just me in a black dress trying to look happy. Endy took this picture, I remembered. The sixteen, Matty, Endy, and I gathered around the twins little bassenet.

I closed the book, stunned at all the things I had forgotten.

"Its beautiful mom, thank you." I said. "You're welcome, maybe you can make one for Bryson one day." I nodded smiling.

"It was hard to find pictures of just you and not you and Cherry, thats why most of them are you and her." She told me. We sat in silence for a moment. "Do you know what today is?" She asked.

"Uhm... november fourth?" I asked. "Think again." She responded. I sighed. "Rushings birthday... hes nineteen today right?"I asked. She nods. "One more thing."

"Cherry died two years ago today...." I whispered. "Rushings really depressed about it maybe you should pay him a visit."

"Why?" She asked. "Maybe cheer him up."

"Me and Brandon are really busy setting up our new house." I told her. "Its always you and this Brandon kid, are you sure he's right for you?" She asked.

"What'd you mean?" I asked. "I mean, hes twenty three Flawless. You just turned seventeen."

"Age is but a number."

"Plus you have a child with a guy thats not him."

"Has his last name. Bryson doesn't even look like Rushing so we can just forget its his all together."

"Flawsy this isn't right!" She argued. "You're just jealous." I said walking out.

She followed me.

"Jealous of what?"

"Dad doesn't look at you the way Brandon looks at me! He doesn't touch you, doesn't speak to you, doesnt love you like Brandon does me.! And you know that as true and you want to ruin everyones perfect relationship cause you can't have one of your own!" 

"Flawsy can you stop being the fuck up child for once and just do what I say!"

Silence fell between us.

"The fuck up child? Really?" I asked. I shook my head at her. "Im staying with Brandon, weather you like it or not."

Then I walked off.

Emmy's P.O.V

I couldn't fucking believe her. I turn around and see Mily.

"Ugh, I don't have fucking time for you!" I yelled. "I didnt ask for your time bitch."

"Why don't you leave me alone, for once in your life can you stop obsessing over me?" I asked. "My life doesn't revolve around you! Stop thinking that everything is all about you Emmy because spoiler alert, nothing ever is!"

And with that she walked off. I scoffed and continued walking to my car.