Smile ~ A Ross Lynch Story (Editing)

My Confession

Ross's Point of View

I watch as Callie's eyes start to fill with tears.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want too." I say, making her look at me again.

"No it's okay. I want to." She wipes away some of her tears before speaking again. "I need to tell someone this."

I nod, signalling her to continue. She takes in a deep breath before beginning.

"I wasn't always like this. I have pictures of me as a kid, I was smiling or laughing in each in every one of them. But I was with my family." Callie has never talked about her actually family with me, just her foster one, and even then she didn't say much.

"I was super close with my mom. My grandmother used to tell me that I acted just like her, that I'm practically a mini her at 7 years old. Everyone in the entire town would remember me as the girl who always had a smile on her face, or was always laughing at some point. My mom used to tell me that I didn't even know what a frown was because I never used it. That expression never once appeared on my face. My dad would always tell me to try not to smile, like as a contest, and I could never do it. See I was a happy, go lucky girl when I was younger." Tears begin to stream down her face as I reach my thumb up to wipe them away. This must be very painful for her.

"But then Christmas time came, nearly 10 years ago. At this point in my life we lived in New York, so of course the roads were covered in snow. Now the reason I always had a smile on my face was becasue of my parents. They made me so happy. But one night..." She choked. "One night they decided to go to a Christmas party on Christmas Eve. I was left at home with my babysitter. It was a little after midnight when we heard a knock on the door." More tears begin to stream down her face and a couple escape my eyes too.

"Two police officers stood at our door as my babysitter, Lola, answered them. Telling them they had the right house and her relationship to my parents. I was standing in the door way when I heard them. They..they said that both of my parents got into a car accident. A drunk driver hit my moms side of the car, killing her instantly while the ice didn't help the car much crashing into a pole on my dad's side. Killing him instantly." She stops before continuing again. "I lost both my parents on Christmas Eve at the age of 7."

"Callie--" I begin before she interrupts me.

"I'm not done. Now you're probably saying that that's no reason why I shouldn't smile. After the funeral, I tried to smile everyday. But it was hard. A couple days later a man came and told me that I was being put into a foster home in Miami. Not one of my family members wanted to become my legal guardian, not one of them. They all said that I reminded them too much of my mom and dad, and that it was just too painful. They don't think that it's painful for me too? I'm the one that get's to walk around for the rest of my life as an orphan. Along with looking like a perfect combination of my mom and dad, and it was too painful for them." She took a deep breath.

"So I went to the foster home in Miami, which wasn't all that great. The foster dad was abusive and the foster mom was always in the hospital fighting cancer. I was only 8 when I tried to commit suicide. My foster dad made it obvious that he didn't like me and told me all the time that I killed my parents. That I should just go rot in hell for what I did."

"Callie, what happened wasn't your fault." I comfort, how cruel some people can be in this messed up world.

"No I know it's not. But I was 8, I pretty much believed anything he told me, that I was ugly, stupid, and fat. And I believed it all. I became anorexic and lost so much weight that I ended up in the hospital. I was sent to a rehab center in LA, where I stayed until I was 14. Mainly because I told them what my foster dad was doing to me and weren't going to send me back."

"What happened to your foster mom? Didn't you like her?" I question a little confused at this point.

"She was the best. But she lost her battle when I was 12, which was when I gave up being happy. Which meant smiling and laughing and all that. I was already being judged before and after my decision. Smiling means being happy, and why should I smile if I wasn't happy? Everything in my life just went downhill from there until about 2 years ago when I was excepted into Leo's care."

I'm guessing that's the end of her story and what a terrible one that is. I have no idea what to say, how do you respond to that? The only thing I can decide to do is wrap my arms around her and give her a hug.

She squeezes me and she begins to cry.

"I'm sorry you have to see me this way." She begins. "But now you know. You can now judge me like everyone else. At least you'll have all your facts straight." I shake my head.

"Callie I would never do that. And I'm not going to treat you any differently than how I do now. But I'm not going to stop trying to get that smile reappear on your face." She sighs before nodding. Next I do the unexpected, I tilt her chin up before smashing my lips onto hers. She freezes before slowly kissing me back.

This was the only thing that I could think of, and I don't regret it one bit right now.

But this just means that she must feel the same way about me, meaning I've got to break up with Peyton.

Boy this should be fun.

Callie's secret is out!

#Rallie kissed! Does Callie feel the same way? Or is Ross getting mixed signals?

I have like a 79 in ELA now because my English teacher gave me a 58 on last night's homework! I'm sorry that I can't comprehend To Kill a Mockingbird!
Sorry for that little rant I just needed to get it out!

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