Stars ||| ADOPTED BY SHANE DAWSON BOOK 2

Violent

Chris:
"...you should name that one something like.." I think for a minute, looking at all the colors of my father's lipstick collection. "I don't know."

Shane takes a look at me, and then smiles. What the hell? Not gonna lie, that was kind of creepy.

"How about, Chris?" Shane pulls out the dark purple matte lipstick. I let out a scream and hug him.

"You. Are. Amazing-"

The doorbell rings and I hear Ryland from upstairs yell at either one of us to get it. I glance at Shane, expecting him to get it, but he just gives me the same look and shrugs his shoulders.

"You're lazy." I say over my shoulder as I get the door.

"Lazy enough to get 20 million subscribers on YouTube and have my own makeup collection?? You're funny!" My dad says in his queen voice, making me laugh.

I almost gasp at the sight in front of me. Taylor. I didn't know she was coming over today, and Ryland is gonna flip about this uninvited guest. Oh gosh.

"Oh my gosh, Hey girl!" She embraces me in a tight hug, her high voice makes me want to die. Uno and Honey run over to greet Taylor.

"Hey,babygirl, who is it?" Shane yells, fuck I hear his footsteps.

I try to hide her with my body, but Taylor scoots right past me. "Why are you here?"

"Don't worry about it." She scoots past me and let's out a light scream at my dad. This moment here, is when I realize that Taylor is putting on a fake face. "Shane Dawson?! Oh my god, hi!!"

"Hey.." my dad says back, giving me a look before he embraces the ginger into a hug.

I shrug my shoulders, tuning out the ramble of Taylor to Shane. How did she even get to my house? My eyes drop, nice ass.

What?! Stop being gay.

Suddenly the ginger pulls me to the side, and then I'm pulling her up the stairs to my room. Hopefully Ryland won't get in the way, cause then I'll have to explain why this random girl is here.

We successfully make into the room, to which I close and lock my bedroom door. Taylor looks around my room for a little, whilst I awkwardly stand at the door. Then her eyes land on my desk...my leather book-

"Ooh, this is cool." Her eyes match mine for a split second, before she picks up my mother's diary. "Is this yours???"

I nod. She can't look in there, my privacy, my secrets will all be out.

"Chill, I wont go through it. Just saying it looks pretty dope- "

My Mother stands before me, making me gasp. Except, this time I'm not as scared. I'm not scared at all, in fact, I feel safe.

We meet eyes, and then we're just staring at eachother, trapped in a trance. My mother is beautiful. Her beautiful chocolate skin, her dark brown eyes, her poofy hair all kept nice in a cute bob..

I want to hug her. I want her to hold me in her arms and tell me it's all gonna be okay...but I know that won't ever happen again.

She smiles..then she's gone again.

"......and then I fucking dipped. I wasn't about to die!" I snap back into reality to see Taylor outstretched on my bed. "Hey, we should take pictures. It's golden hour, you feel?"

A tear falls down my face before I could even keep it from falling. I turn away from Taylor to go to the bathroom, hopefully so she doesn't notice me break down again.