⭐COMPLETED⭐
I might be troubled and raised in a household without love and affection but I can be sure that I will have it all at some point in my future.
For the first time in my life, I act on impulse, ignoring the annoying little voice inside my...
I must have fallen asleep as I wake up the next day on the sofa at Quinn's. I have a momentary lapse in my memory and I forget about what happened the day before. For a split second I feel normal and relaxed. Then the memories from the day coming flushing into my brain flooding it with way too many emotions. My eyes flit around the room looking for Quinn but she's not hear. I am alone, the apartment silent. If only my brain could be the same way. I spot a small piece of paper on the table, I furrow my brows - it must be from Quinn as it wasn't their last night. I pick it up and read. Quinn's penmanship was pretty to look at but at times hard to understand.
I put the note back on the able and turn on my phone. I have a few texts. Some direct and some in the Dream LA group chat.
I ignore them and head into Quinn's room, I slip into a pastel blue bikini, I put some jean shorts over them and slip on one of Bryan's hoodies. I leave Quinn's and head to the beach. I spot her on one of the private reservation sun loungers drinking an ice tea. I walk over and join her lying on the empty lounger beside her. Over the course of the next few hours Quinn makes it her life mission to make me smile and laugh. As usual she's successful. I am half on the sun lounger. half on the sand from laughing to hard. This is just one of the thousands of reasons I love her. I can spot a lot of paparazzi at the top of the side walk looking down onto the beach, thankfully these private loungers come with mesh curtains to offer some privacy. We both get up and pull them down making it harder for them to get photo's of us. With the way I am feeling right now I don't want to see my face all over the gossip mags.
My phone has been been lighting up all day and I have chosen to ignore the messages. We have been back at the apartment for half an hour. I've taken back residence on the sofa while Quinn gathers her things to leave. She has a photo shoot in just over an hour but she doesn't want me to be alone. Meaning she has told me I have to pick someone I want to have come over and hang out with me. I think she wanted me to invite someone from Dream but I ask Bryce instead. It's been a hot minute since we'd hung out and his was my bestie.
An hour later and I am watching Netflix with Bryce. I am snuggled under a Blanket watching a movie Bryce picked. Don't ask me the name as I don't have a clue in hell. I was only half listening to him when he's said the title and it was too late to ask him now.
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