THE STARKS ALLEY

9

TY'S POV

I arrived at Kelsie's house because she was in a crisis. She was crying over the phone and I knew what that cry meant and only I could relieve her pain.

I dashed into her room, holding my waist and chest popped out just like superman would. I spotted a few bottles of alcohol in one corner and a very messy room. Kelsie was asleep on her messy bed.

"Ew girl what happened in here??" Kelsie groaned a little, "It looks like you threw a party with ten people from the nineties then you argued about which century dresses better."

Kelsie sat up and she was a total mess.

"Come on K, what's bothering you?"

"I hooked up with my ex last night," she said before burying her head in a pillow.

"Sis did what!!?"

"Yes Ty," she then yelled into her pillow. She stood from the bed and went out of the room. I followed her quickly.

"You need to tell me what you did last night."

"I don't know. I found some drinks in my mom's room and I took them back to my room. Then I invited Chris over after a few drinks," she said as she used the coffee maker, "I'm having a terrible headache."

"So, no one saw you together and you didn't take pictures with him, right?" I was more concerned.

"I don't think so."

"Kelsie, fame is delicate. One slip up and that mistake will follow you to the grave."

"I'm sorry!!"

"Oh it's okay you poor thing," I said hugging her, "You need to call Kristie."

"Why?" She pulled back, "I mean, yeah, she's my bff."

"You're only lying to yourself honey. I know what bffs look like and both of y'all don't fit that description. Sort your shit out with her first."

"You're right." Like I said, I knew what her cry meant. It was the cry of desperation and loneliness. The cry that was in need of a friend, a best friend.

"I also need some clothes but I'm not in position of going out today without looking like a trash bag that's been out for weeks."

"Leave that to me sis. I'm gonna turn this trash bag into a bag of gold!"

"Are you trash talking me right now?"

"You know I'd love you even if you were trash," I said, "I gotta go. There are clothes that need to be bought!"

I got in my car and drove to the store Kelsie loved shopping for clothes. By this time, I knew what she liked and what she'd throw up if she saw someone in it. I knew which colours were fit for her from dresses to heels that would match them and even a casual but cool wear that she would rock. I mean, fashion is my life!

"OMG!!!" I shrieked at the sight of a really gorgeous dress that was made for Kelsie and no one else!!

I had just grabbed it when some other girl claimed it.

"Move bitch. I saw this dress first."

"Use your eyes. I got to it first."

"It's not even your size, or your gender," she said, rolling her eyes, "Now give it to me."

Bitch didn't just say that

"If it were mine, I'd rock it better than you would do in those chicken legs. I mean girl, those scales need work... actual prayer and fasting!!"

"Hey! You can't talk to my girl like that," a huge dude appeared from behind her. I knew this guy. It was Dale!

"Dale?" I muttered. They both seemed surprised. The rude chicken legged girl (who was clearly not Kristie) held on to him and told me, "He's not gay, just so you know." They even made out just to prove their point. They then left me in shock with Kelsie's dress in my hand.

I have to tell Kelsie