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Chapter 4.

It had been a few days since Id met Blake. We got along really well. We had a lot in common. He knew the best party places and the best bars in the city. We've already been to almost half of them. I was completely busy with him while my two best friends had calm and cute nights with there boyfriends. I barley had seen them lately, but on the other hand i seemed completely okay with it. They hadn't even contacted me either. No texts nor calls or anything like that. I had my flat to myself for four days now. That was like a new record for me. I had been hooked on drinking and weed lately. Turns out Blake also smoked as much as I did. I showed him my secret place and he showed me his. His was breath taking because it was on the roof of an abandoned warehouse. No one had used the warehouse and no one took the time to lock all the doors. So it was easy access to the roof. It was beautiful. The warehouse was on a higher ground and gave the most perfect view of the city. I loved going there with him because we would just talk and smoke and drink. He also loved my secret place.
"The spray paint is my favorite part," He smiled running his digits along the paintings.
"Mine too." I said cooly as I dug my hands into my pockets. He adjusted his beanie and stood back to get a wider, better view of a piece he was admiring. I let him wonder through the ally while I sat in my usual spot and began to take small sips from my drink. It was a warm fall day, perfect for weed actually but my cravings weren't strong. They haven't been as strong as they use to but I still love to smoke, it gives me a feeling of comfort.
After he finished walking around and staring down everything he passed, he slid down the wall, next to me. We looked to each other at the same time causing a laugh to fall from our lips. His eyes glistened and I could see so much from him by his eyes. I just looked into them. They were almost hypnotizing. He broke the gaze and silence by looking forward still smiling.
"So. Next club. Club barb. Its an amazing place. Its in the city and it looks beautiful at night, I actually use to work there,"
"Well, what happened?"
"Long story." The way he said that last sentence made me completely shut my mouth. He didn't want to talk about it and I respect his decisions.
Blake had to work a quick two hour shift before we went clubbing tonight. Leaving me bored and alone at my apartment. Which had still been empty and stocked with food that was usually mobbed by my two best friends. Which I hadn't contacted in almost a week. It was about time I did. I dug my phone out of my pocket and sat back on the couch, getting comfy. It rang a few times until I heard her giggle while picking up.
"Yes my lil jem!" She laughed.
"Hey Izzy. Wondering if you'd come over. I'm super bored and I haven't seen you in almost a week."
"I'm with Michael though..." She drifted and waited for me to lash out at her for wanting to hang out with him more then me or to be a bitch and use attitude. She waited, but it didn't happen.
"Oh that's okay, bring him."
She paused and it was silent. "Look Jay. I know you like weed and to drink but...drugs? Really?"
I laughed. "I'm not on drugs. Im not high nor am I drunk, just come over you poop." she giggled and agreed before hanging up. I had been feeling more up, lately. Im actually excited to see Michael. Or as I'd like to call him, one of my brothers. I haven't seen him in so long and me and Michael were like best friends. I was like his little sister. He was very protective over me, except when it came to Izzy. When me and Izzy got in to small fights, Michael would always be on Izzys side. He always would stand up for her. Even if it was fans saying something mean about her. Michael loved her like no one ever has. That's why I fully understand when he chooses his own girlfriend over me. I honestly think there perfect together. I was full blown ready to see the rest of the boys because there like my brothers.

Not to long after I heard a ring coo through my apartment and I skipped over to the door. Once I opened it my eyes were blinded my a bright red haired Michael. I let them step in before I tackled my (not really) brother. I wasn't even shaking. Like when I saw Ashton again. I wasn't in fear or sad. I felt happy and in-lighted. He was just as tall as i remembered and everything seemed the same. Well except for his hair color of course. His smile was bright and his emerald eyes looked the same, as did his slight stubble. His pale complex almost as white as snow. He smiled at me with his eyes and engulfed me into his arms. I squealed.