*5 months later*Y'all were back where y'all lived at. You guys were dating the twins and everyone knew. The fans were fine with it. They came to visit here and there and prom was coming up. the twins couldn't be here to take you.Y'all were going alone. Together though. You guys were at a boutique getting your dresses when Ethan face times you.
Ethan: Hey babe! He smiles at you.
y/n: Hey what's up?
Ethan: nothing just exploring LA. He winked. What are you doing?
y/n: ohhhhhh picking out a dress for prom.
Ethan: Oh you have prom huh. Wish I could be there. Let me see your dress. Woohoo, that's a beautiful dress but it would be better off.
Y/n: stopppppp
Ethan: Well I have to go buy some clothes bye babe.
Y/n: yeah bye. I hung up. I was kind of sad Ethan wasn't here. Beverly came out with a dress and it was so beautiful.
Y/n: THAT'S THE ONE.
Beverly: I think so too! Okay let me take this off and we'll go get some froyo.
Y/n: okay. I went looking at the other dresses. I went outside to see the ones on the window and I saw... I couldn't believe this but I saw Ethan outside of the cafe down the street. I got a closer look and saw him with a girl. I felt a pang of sadness and anger. She was much prettier than me. Tall, Blonde, with makeup. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. Why wouldn't he tell me he's here? I go back into the store and go into the restroom. I head out after calming down. I and Beverly leave with our dresses. We go get some yogurt. she drops me off at my house. When I enter my room I see everything so bright. I see a poster of the twins. I go toward it and rip it in half. My makeup is running by then. I see my desk, throw off everything off from it. No one was home. Y/n: I HATE YOU ETHAN DOLAN!! I destroy everything in my room. I get my pictures from my wall and cut Etha off from all of them. I go into my bathroom. I get pain killers. I take two. Then five. Then ten. Then fifteen. I feel dizzy. I lay in my bed crying and talking to myself.
Y/n: it's because he doesn't love me. I'm ugly, fat, useless, annoying..... I go to my bathroom. I see a pair of scissors. I grab them and I put them down. I don't want to cut my hair. I go to the toilet and make myself get sick. It felt wrong but right at the same time. I did it three times. It worked. I checked my weight and I weighed 130. I looked into my big mirror. I looked at my thighs, stomach, and face. I wish I was dead.
