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   Stay Strong
   Chapter 28
   Greyson's P.O.V.
   "Bye Violet," I say walking up the drive-way.
   "See you at Prom!" She squeels getting into Greg's car. I walk up to her house and ring the door-bell. Clara's mom opens the door and smiles at me.
   "Clara! Greyson is here," she beams. I hear the clicks of heels above me. I loosen my bowtie and take a deep gulp. When I first see the flash of pink my breath catches. She walks down catiously and trips a little and grabs the railing for support.
   "I'm such a loser," she giggles.
   "Your so beautiful," I reply. Her dress bounces with her lightly and when she reaches the bottom she twirls for me. I grab her hand and kiss the back of it.
   "Thanks," she says kissing my cheek. I take out the clear box in my pocket and open it for her to see. "Oh Greyson it's gorgeous." I take the corsage out and put it around her wrist.
   "Do you like it?" I ask.
   "I love it," she replies. We looks into eachothers eyes and I resist the urge to kiss her because her mother is standing right there. We pose for some pictures, most of them consist of us making the dumbest faces because we're honestly not taking any of this stuff seriously.
   "You ready m'lady?" I ask cheesily. She curtses and takes my arm as we walk back to my old clunker of a car. "It's no limo," I say rubbing the back of my neck as I open the passangers seat.
   "It's perfect," she says kissing me gently.
   "If you insist," I say, feeling my face go bright red. She sits down and I walk to the other side of the car. I enter and take one of her hands in mine as I drive to the school.
   "What if I win?" She asks.
   "There's no if Clara. You will. And I guess your going to walk on that stage and accept it." I answer honestly.
   "You know I have to dance with the king right." She states.
   "Yeah I know," I smile. She looks dissapointed. "But if they try anything funny, I'm taking you away."
   "That's what I wanted to hear," she says giggling.
   "Are you really that nervous Clara?" I ask.
   "Yeah, I am." She admits. "What if they like dump pig's blood on me? Like in Carrie."
   "That won't happen baby," I say squeezing her hand lightly.
   "Oh God, I'm just going to enjoy this night and not give two shxts." She says honestly. I nod and pull up into the school.
   "Time to shine beautiful," I say cupping her cheek.
   "I was born to do this," she says confidently.
   
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3. bothsidestory
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   Stay Strong
   Chapter 27
   Clara's P.O.V.
   "What's wrong?" Greyson asks, holding me while we lay on the couch watching T.V.
   "Nervous for Prom," I answer honestly.
   "Why baby," he asks stroking my cheek. I cuddle up to him.
   "I don't know," I answer honestly.
   "It's a couple of hours away," he whispers in my ear. I feel a sharp pain in my chest and double over. Greyson keeps his arms around me as the pain slowly ebs.
   "Thats twice today," Greyson states. My heart is hammering against my chest.
   "I'm fine," I answer honestly.
   "If you sure," he says clicking on a cartoon.
   "Sing to me?" I ask closing my eyes.This is the first time I've ever asked him to do this, but I want his voice to calm me down. He sings Dream a little dream from Disney in my ear softly and it sends chills up my spine.
   "Dream a little dream of me," he sings the last line in my ear and nibbles it affectioantly.
   "What has gotten into you Greyson," I say smiling, he has been very physical of late.
   "You know, live every last day like your dying." He states kissing my jawline.
   "Save it for after prom," I say laughing.
   "Oh yeah," he says kissing my neck. We agreed that after prom we would... you know. The doorbell rings immediatly and we both jump. After we get over our fits of laughter I walk up to my door and see Violet there holding her dress and shoes.
   "Ready?" She beams, I nod and look at Greyson. He get's off the cuoch and puts his arms up.
   "I get it," he laughs, "I'll go get ready. Pick you up at 8?"
   "See you then," I say pecking him on the lips. He whispers in my ear before leaving "Stay Strong," like he always does whenever we say goodbye. Violet walks in and Greyson leaves. We run up to my room and we both start doing eachothers make-up. Violet takes longer cause she has her eyebrows and eye-lashes and hair to consider. I straighten her purple hair perfectly. After that massive challenge I notice we only have 1 hour until Greyson is picking me up and Greg is picking Violet up. I put on my dress and black pumps. Violet puts on her dress and purple pumps. We add soem jewelry and we take some weird pictures.
   "Ready?" Violet asks as the doorbell rings.
   "Ready." I confirm, twirling one last time.
   Violet's Dress: http://www.dress4formal.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/One-Shoulder-With-Black-Floral-Decoration-Black-and-White-Short-Prom-Dresses.jpg
   Clara's Dress- http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jv8y-9GBGJA/Tc72p7UnCbI/AAAAAAAAJPI/KljjTfO3iYo/s1600/short-prom-dresses-2.jpg
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5. 1live2love9laugh6
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   Our Summer
   Chapter 42
   About ten minutes later, Lucas pulled up to the curb in his mom’s car. I shamefully slid into the front seat.
   “Did you tell anyone you were leaving?” he asked.
   “No,” I mumbled. He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text. Then he pulled the car away from the curb.
   “Are you okay?” he asked, glancing at me, concerned. I nodded.
   “I’m fine,” I assured him.
   “Not what you expected?” He took my hand and gave it a sympathetic squeeze.
   “I was ditched and then hit on by a drunk guy who almost threw up on me,” I replied, bluntly. Lucas cringed.
   “You weren’t even there that long,” he stated. I pulled off my shoes.
   “I know. Thanks for coming to get me,” I sighed.
   “Don’t worry about it,” he gave me a sweet smile. “Tell you what,” he pulled into the driveway. “I’ll go make some popcorn and you pick out a movie. My mom’s got some chick flicks you’d probably like,” he rolled his eyes. I smiled a little.
   “Okay,” I said, liking the plan. “Lucas,” I put my hand on his arm as he started to get out of the car. He stopped and turned back towards me.
   “Yeah?”
   “You’re amazing,” I told him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He gave me a smile and then got out of the car.
   I followed him inside, and then I went into the living room to pick the movie while he went to the kitchen to make some popcorn. After a few minutes, I decided on The Notebook, despite the fact that I’ve seen it a million times before.
   Lucas teased me a little bit on my choice, but he put the DVD in and hit play. As the commercials played, we got comfortable on the couch together.
   He had turned off the lights, and by the time the movie was half over, I was almost asleep. Before it was three quarters of the way over, I was out cold. The next thing I remembered was Lucas shaking me awake.
   “Movie’s over,” he whispered.
   “What did you think?” I mumbled, sitting up and rubbing my eyes. He looked at me with the edges of his lips turned up in a hint of a smile.
   “It was good,” he admitted and kissed my forehead. “Let’s get you to bed,” he said. He stood and helped me up, and then he walked me to the door of my room.
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10. bothsidestory
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    Stay Strong
    Chapter 26
    Greyson's P.O.V.
    "Good lord mom, have you met Clara?" I grin. It's a week after my fight with Smitty and here my mother and I stand, after school, in the florests picking out Clara's corsage.
    "Sorry, I thought it was romantic," she says putting away a red rose.
    "It is, but I want something cute, something that when I look at it I think Clara."
    "D'aww Grey," she says pinching my cheek. The florest assisting us giggles.
    "Mom," I say, playfully rolling my eyes.
    "Sorry! This is exciting." She turns around and starts looking at some daisies. She touches a beautiful pink one and I stifle a gasp.
    "That one," I tell the florest. She nods and picks one.
    "What colour bow?" She asks.
    "Black," I respond remembering its the color of the sash around her dress. She's never actually shown me it but she told me the colors. I then remember I'll see her looking gorgeous at prom in 2 short days. The florest walks over to the cash register and fills out my order.
    "And you'll be here to pick it up for Saturday afternoon?" She asks.
    "Yep," I say giving her the fifty dollars. She gives me the pink slip with my order written out.
    "This girl sure is lucky," she smiles, winking at me as my mother turns around and looks at a bouquet of white roses.
    "I'm the lucky one," I say smiling and touching my mothers arm. "Do you want those?"
    "There beautiful but you don't have too," she says shaking her head. I take ten white roses and buy them. I give them to her and she smiles at me.
    "Like them?" I ask.
    "Love," she corrects. "I'm glad you have a girl to make happy Grey. You deserve it."
    "Thanks mum." I blush.
    "Seriously buddy." She says opening the exit. I walk through and unlock the car.
    "I hope she feels that way," I say, opening the car door. I walk around the front and sit in the drivers seat.
    "You love her, don't you." She states.
    "Yeah, I do." I reply.
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11. bothsidestory
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    Stay Strong
    Chapter 25
    Clara's P.O.V.
    "And he just left?" I ask.
    "Right in the direction of his house." Greyson answers simply.
    "This is all my fault." I say shaking my head. He grabs my hand, it is warm in spite of the cold weather that is blowing through in my backyard.
    "This is not your fault Clara," he says.
    "Yes it is," I resist. "You changed schools and now Smitty is mad at you!"
    "I chose to change schools because I was getting bullied at my old school-"
    "Like it's any better at your new one!" I say turning away. He touches my arm gently.
    "It is, I may have had Smitty's friendship to support me at my old school." He says placing his index finger under my chin and tilting my head towards him. "But now I have your love to support me in this new school." I feel a rush of warmth burning my cheeks. "I love you so much Clara."
    "I love you too Greyson." I say, he leans in close and his hot breath tickles my lips. He pauses there and I soak in his beautiful eyes. After what seems like an eternity he breaks the space that lingers between our lips. I slide my body down the bench and sit on his lap.
    "Your so perfect," he whispers as he plays with the tassles on my hat.
    "Your the perfect one Greyson." I reply as I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his jaw. He wraps his arms around my waist and places his hands on the small of my back. I shiver slightly from the cold.
    "We should go inside," he whispers against my neck. I nod slightly, my throat dry. I slide off his lap and stand up. When he stands he picks me up bridal style and walks into the house.
    "Put me down Greyson," I giggle when we reach my bedroom. He drops me on my bed and I lay there looking up. He lays beside me and takes my hand in his.
    "Why do you love me Greyson?" I ask curiously.
    "I'd have to write a book to explain that one." He confesses.
    "Seriously," I say, Greyson starts rubbing his thumb in a circular motion on the back of my hand. He unlaces his fingers between mine and faces me. I face him in return.
    "Your bravery, your wits, your love of life no matter what anyone throws at you, your beauty..." He let's the sentence linger as he takes off my hat and un-zips my jacket slowly. I hold my breath until he finally gets it off. I lay there in my tank-top and jeans as he takes off his own jacket. Even though he isn't trying, something about the way he takes it off is seductive. He presses his lips against my collarbone and the heat lingers on my skin, I arch my back.
    "You we're my first kiss," I mutter as his kisses my jawline.
    "You we're mine as well." He breaks away looking my straight in the eye.
    "I'm not ready," I finally get out.
    "Neither am I," he says pressing his lips against mine. I close my eyes and kiss him back.
    
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    Stay Strong
    Chapter 23
    Clara's P.O.V.
    "What about this one?" Violet asks, twirling in a black dress. It's a couple of days after the whole poster incident and Violet got the idea to start shopping for Prom dresses. So here we are at Salvation Army, shopping. After the costs of treatment we don't really have a lot of money. But suprisingly all of these dresses are gorgeous and really cheap.
    "I don't know, it kinda flushes you out," I say. She nods in agreement. I throw her a really pretty yellow dress and she walks back behind a room divider. I take a look out of the window and watch the January wind blow snow off of the ground and creat multiple clouds of white. A little girl in a snowsuit is in her mothers arms. I recognize the mtoher from the treatment center and smile. Violet coughs impatiently.
    "Sorry, I say turning my head. I try to stifle a laugh but fail.
    "Haha." She rolls her eyes and then poses. "I think it looks kinda hot." She's so wrong. I thought the yellow would look good with her purple hair but God no. The dress ends just under her knees and his all lace. It looks nothing like the pretty dress I saw on the rack.
    "Take it off, please." I beg and throw her a gorgeous white dress.
    "Alright," she says rolling her eyes. Just when she walks behind the divider I feel the vibrate of my phone in my pocket.
    Greyson: Did I ever tell you I hate shopping for tux's.
    Clara: When have you ever shopped for a tux?
    Greyson: A couple of years ago for a wedding.
    Clara: Do it for me?
    Greyson: Only for you.
    Clara: Love you.
    Greyson: Love you too.
    I smile and shove my phone back into my pocket as Violet shyly comes out.
    "VIOLET!" I shreik. She looks beautiful. The dress lands at her mid-thigh and is white with black lace along the side. "Is it the one?" I ask.
    "It's the one," she nods jumping up and down. She sits down on the couch and tosses me the five dresses I chose. The first three dresses look terrible on me. But when I put on the fourth one I fall in love instantly. The pink dress with the black sash hits my mid thigh and bubbles at the bottom. I twirl in it once in front of the mirror before walking out to see Violet.
    "Clara!" She squeels. I would have hushed her but the store is pretty much empty and the owner is Violet's mom.
    "That dress is too perfect!" Violet continues.
    "I hope Greyson likes it." I smile.
    "He would flipping love you if you showed up in a brown paper bag!" Violet grins, the statement brings heat to my cheeks.
    "He's not going to be to happy knowing he has to wear a pink tie," I beam. I quickly text him telling the color of my dress. He texts back that I'll look gorgeous.
    "Time to get shoes?" Violet asks snapping me out of my daze.
    "Time to get shoes." I confirm.
    
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    Stay Strong
    Chapter 21
    Clara's P.O.V.
    I run and run until I can't feel my feet and my lungs are burning. I finally stop when I reach the park. I swerve around paths and different sections until I reach the place I'm looking for. I haven't been here in forever but some how my feet lead me here. I haven't been here since my father died. I sit down on the bench my father and I used to feed the birds. I stare at the unflowing fountain. Icycles form along the trees. I stare at my reflection, hating myself. Why did this happen to me? I'm a cancer patient. And I can't even be normal at that. I have one of the rarest cancers. I pick up a handfull of snow and through it at a tree. I start screaming and hit the ground. My hot tears burn my cold face and melt the snow underneath me. I just can't do it anymore. No matter how many times Greyson tells me to stay strong, I simply can't. But I need to fight, not for anyone else. But for myself. For all I know my life can end in 2 weeks. I need to at least try and act like what anyone says doesn't effect me. Oh god, who am I kidding? I just slapped Maria. I feel so hurt and tortured.
    "Why me?" I yell at no one.
    "Why you? I don't know. Probably because the jackass who is putting you through this knows your strong." I hear. Violet comes out of the trees. I don't say anything, I just stand and hug her. "It's going to be okay," she says rubbing my back. Her purple hair looks so out of place. But I barely notice I just cry. I notice my pulse is lowering, the adrenaline that brought me here is sucked out of my veins.
    "I just can't do this anymore Vi."
    "Yes you can Clara," Violet says holding me arms length away. "This isn't the girl that slapped Clara, that is walking into that treatment room for the past two tuesdays and getting the energy sucked out of her. So know what your going to do. Your going to walk into that school with your beautiful head held high. Your going to help Greyson rips those posters down and tear them into a million peices- which is what he's currently doing." I let her words sink in.
    "Thank you," I whisper.
    "Anytime Clarabear." Violet smiles.
    "Let's go show Maria whos boss." I laugh.
    
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    Say You Like Me
    Chapter 10
    Charlotte's P.O.V.
    I woke up to the sound of the ocean crashing against the rocks and the smell of the ocean.
    I could get used to this.
    While sitting up and stretching, I thought about Josh.
    He was so sweet last night...sweeter than Jason had ever been.
    His accent was to die for and his eyes were something you could easily get lost in.
    And his smile was so adorable.
    I walked over to my vanity and took off the remainder of my makeup.
    My hair was in a messy high ponytail and I was wearing my glasses.
    I was wearing a white cami and some light blue and white striped pajama shorts from American Eagle.
    I walked into my bathroom and hopped in the shower.
    The water was so much warmer here than it was back in the states.
    And the shampoo smelled even better.
    I got out of the shower and put on some white shorts from Abercrombie and a black cami.
    I then washed my face and brushed my teeth.
    While scrunching mousse in my hair, my phone rang.
    I ran over to my bedside table and saw that it was my mom.
    I picked up my phone and hit answer.
    "H-Hello?" I said nervously.
    "Charlotte!" my mom said with happiness.
    "Hi."
    "How was your flight?"
    "It was alright," I said as I paced around my room.
    "That's good. When does school start?"
    "I have no idea," I said with complete confusion.
    I had totally forgotten about school and how I'd have to start over.
    "Well, you'll do great either way."
    I heard a little pang on my window.
    I trotted over and opened the window.
    At the bottom, stood Josh.
    I smiled down at him as he saw me.
    He smiled back up to me.
    "Hey mom, I have to go. Bye," and before she could say anything else, I hung up and pulled on a pair of flip flops to head down to the beach.
    ~
    Josh's P.O.V.
    I threw a rock up at her window; or atleast I hoped it was her window.
    When she opened the window and saw me, I felt my stomach flutter.
    Her smile was so beautiful.
    She closed the window and I waited for her.
    I heard a door open and there she was, sprinting down the stairs to come see me.
    She wore a black tank top, white shorts, and her hair was wavy.
    Beautifully beautiful.
    "Hey!" she said with a smile.
    "Morning," I blushed.
    "So what do you wanna do today?" she asked with a gorgeous twinkle in her eyes.
    "Come with me," I said as I grabbed her hand.
    We ran to my house and from the backyard, we headed towards the front yard and towards my car.
    "I'll be right back. I just have to go get something," I said.
    "Okay."
    ~
    Charlotte's P.O.V.
    While Josh headed inside, I sat down on a rock on his front lawn.
    His house looked like mine, but it was a pale yellow.
    "Damn," I heard someone say behind me.
    I whipped my head around and saw a guy.
    He looked a little older than me and he was cute.
    He had light brown hair in the same style as Josh's and his body was fit and tone to perfection.
    His skin was a little tan and he looked as if he were glowing.
    His smile was white and perfect, along with his straight teeth.
    "And hello to you too."
    "I'm sorry...I was captivated by your magnificent beauty," he said as he got closer.
    I stood up to face him.
    "Alright, I'm sorry," he said with an apologetic smile.
    "It's fine."
    "So what's your name?"
    "Charlotte."
    "Well, hey, Charlotte. I'm Nick."
    "Hi Nick."
    "I've never seen you around here," he said as his hand brushed my arm.
    "I'm new here."
    "Oh! Where are you from?"
    "California," I said as I took a small step back.
    "You're American?"
    "Have been my whole life."
    He stepped closer.
    "Well you're way too beautiful to be an American," he said as he grabbed my waist.
    I tried wiggling free but he had me put.
    His hands grazed down to my butt.
    Then, I squeaked.
    "NICK."
    It was Josh.
    Nick let go of me and pushed me away.
    "Yes?" he said calmly.
    "What are you doing with her?"
    "I'm just having a little fun," Nick said as he looked at me, he winked.
    I gagged and looked away.
    "You two know each other?" I asked.
    "Yeah. We're brothers," Nick said.
    
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    Say You Like Me
    Chapter 9
    Charlotte's P.O.V.
    "Hey!" I said.
    "Hey!" he said as we got closer.
    His eyes were a shade of blue that made me melt.
    "You live around here?" I asked.
    "Yeah! I'm more farther down the beach," he said as he pointed to wear he'd come from. "But what about you?"
    "I live a couple houses down the shore," I said while pointing towards my house.
    "You live with Shannon Gilbert?"
    "Yeah, she's my aunt."
    "Oh, I didn't know she had a beautiful niece."
    I smiled at him, getting even more lost in his eyes.
    "So I'm guessing you're new?" he said as we started walking.
    "How did you know?"
    "Well," said as his hand brushed mine, "your accent is obviously American."
    "It's that obvious, huh?"
    We both laughed.
    "I think it's cute. The old Australian accent gets kind of boring around here," he said.
    "I love the Australian accents! But yours sounds better than anyone elses, to be honest."
    He smiled at me and grabbed my hand, intertwining his fingers between mine.
    "Where are you from in the states?" he asked.
    "Los Angeles."
    "So I'm guessing you're a party girl?" he said with a laugh.
    "Depends how I'm feeling," I said with a smile.
    We walked along the beach a little more and had some more conversations.
    It turns out that Josh is 17 and he's a Junior, just like me.
    I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket.
    It was a text from Jason.
    I'd totally forgotten about Jason.
    I opened the text and it read:
    I'm sorry to do this but I think we should break up. I can't stand being miles away from you. I'm sorry.
    I dropped my phone and stopped walking.
    "Charlotte, what's wrong?"
    I picked up the phone and handed it to him, I couldn't find any words.
    He read it and said, "I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
    When I didn't say anything, he pulled me into a hug.
    He buried his face into my neck as the tears formed in my eyes.
    We pulled away and I sat in the sand, burying my face into my knees.
    Josh sat down next to me and put his arm around me.
    "Why would he do this to me?" I said as I looked at Josh.
    He looked heart broken to see me this sad.
    "I honestly don't know, Charlotte. He's a d*ck. But what was his reason? You're beautiful and sweet and kind and amazing."
    I told Josh everything that had happened from the time that my mom told me I was leaving to right now.
    "Wow...I'm so sorry, Charlotte. Just know that if you need anything you can always talk to me, okay?"
    "Okay. And I'm sorry if I kinda weirded you out by venting to you," I said while looking away.
    "It's fine. Not many girls talk to me anyway."
    I laughed, "You're joking...right?"
    "I'm being completely honest. I'm shy so no one talks to me."
    "Why do I find that hard to believe?" I said with a smile.
    "I don't act like this with just anyone. I'm never open and fun like this," he said.
    "I must be special then, huh?"
    He laughed, "You're more than special."
    
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    Say You Like Me
    Chapter 8
    After Auntie Shannon and I left the airport, we took a 45 minute drive back to her house.
    I took in the scenery; the green grass, the rainforest-like plants, the trees that sky rocketed up into space, the air that smelled a lot cleaner than LA, and there were small boutiques.
    The windows were down in her electric blue Jeep and the air started to smell saltier.
    The speakers were blaring out some Australian rock band that my Auntie Shannon seemed to love more than I did.
    "Auntie Shannon, where are we?"
    "Welcome to Rosecastle, Charlotte."
    As she said this, we drove up a clay driveway to a beautiful white house.
    It wasn't exactly a cottage, though.
    It was DEFINITELY bigger.
    It had about 3 floors, had marvelous architecture, stone steps, a wrap-around porch, there was a stained glass window above the door, a brick chimney, and the grass was green.
    This was like my dream house.
    My jaw dropped to the center of the earth.
    "Is this YOUR house?"
    My Auntie Shannon laughed, "Whose else would it be?"
    We both laughed as the car parked and we unloaded the trunk.
    I heard a seagull and then I heard water crashing as we got to the door of the house.
    Where in Rosecastle were we?
    My Auntie Shannon unlocked the door and opened it as the scent of lemon smacked me in the face.
    The sun was on the other side of the house so the front was a little shadier.
    I ran up the staircase with my bags and instantly found my room.
    The door was painted white and it was decorated with my name in a swirly cursive carved into it.
    I opened the door and saw legitimate paradise.
    The walls were a very light blue and there were white curtains hanging above the windows.
    There was a Queen sized bed with white sheets and a neon blue accent pillow on it.
    The floors were a light chestnut-like looking wood.
    There was a fan that was on the ceiling that was white and looked very high-end.
    Across from the bed, there was a white vanity that had some makeup and other products already there with a light and a huge mirror.
    There was a walk in closet that blew my mind, my own master bathroom, and a desk area.
    There was a little corner in my room that I walked around.
    When I got around, there were two French doors with silver handles.
    I unlocked the handles and opened them.
    When I opened them, a gust of ocean air was whipped at my face, causing my hair to flow behind me.
    I walked out and I was standing on a circular, stone balcony.
    I felt like a million dollars as the wind kept on blowing.
    This is the best I've felt in days.
    There was a stone staircase that led down to a white sand beach.
    I ran down to the beach, took off my shoes a couple of yards away from the water, and just stared.
    The ocean wasn't as dirty as the one in California.
    It was blue and clean and it looked beautiful.
    I walked up to the water and let the water wash over my feet.
    It was warm and it made me smile a little.
    I started walking along the shore and I saw a figure moving towards me.
    The figure started to come closer and it had blonde hair.
    The figure became a guy.
    His body was tone and fit.
    We were about 7 yards away from each other as he called out my name.
    "Charlotte?"
    He had an Irish accent that made me weak at my knees.
    It was Josh.
    
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    Say You Like Me
    Chapter 7
    The speaker over the plane told us to look outside our windows at the coast of Australia.
    I looked out my window and saw the bluest water I've ever seen in my life.
    There were cities that looked like miniature Lego towns that you'd make when you were a kid.
    The white sandy beaches were sparkling in the sun which made it feel like the Bahamas instead of Australia.
    I took out my phone and took a picture of it all.
    But, before I took the picture, I noticed that I had a text message.
    It was from Jason.
    I was delighted yet scared to read it.
    I clicked open, but before I could start reading it, the pilot came over the speaker and asked for all passengers to shut off their phones and buckle up.
    I did as I was told and sat back in my seat.
    My feet were cramped and my back hurt a little.
    My neck cracked when I moved it back to face forward.
    We landed and while I got up, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and grabbed carry-on and purse.
    I was one of the first to get off of the plane because I couldn't last hearing another baby crying.
    When I got into the airport, I saw a woman with the same blonde hair as me but it was far more wavy.
    She looked about 22 years old and she had Gucci sunglasses propped onto her head.
    She wore denim shorts and a white blouse that dipped in the back.
    "Auntie Shannon?" I squeaked.
    The woman's glistening blue eyes drifted over in my gaze.
    "Charlotte!" she said as she ran over to me.
    We hugged and hugged and hugged.
    I haven't seen my Auntie Shannon since I was like 5.
    She stepped back and took a good look at me.
    "You don't look like your parents at all, hun," she said with a little laugh.
    "I swear I was adopted," I replied as she took my carry-on.
    "Or maybe you were brought by aliens."
    We both laughed as we walked over to baggage claim.
    I grabbed my suitcase and we headed over to a Starbucks where we could sit for awhile.
    "So how's LA? I haven't been there since I left!"
    "It's good I guess..." I said as tears started forming in my eyes.
    My aunt held my hand and told me that everything here was a lot better.
    "There are hot surfer guys with amazing accents," she said with a wink.
    I laughed at the fact that I could tell my aunt anything.
    "Well, I'm gong to head to the restroom. Go get some coffee or something. Just so you don't look like a loner."
    "Okay, Auntie Shannon!" I said with a giggle.
    She walked off and then I got up with my bags into the Starbucks.
    I set my bags near a table and got in line.
    There weren't many people here; only 2 people in front of me in line and 3 people sitting at tables.
    When it was my turn, I order a tall iced vanilla latte.
    I went back to my table and sat there awkwardly.
    The cutest guy I'd ever seen in my life was sitting a couple seats away from me.
    He looked like Niall Horan but his hair was a little darker.
    He was staring at me, as well.
    My breath stopped when he got up, pulled a seat over to my table, and sat down across from me.
    "Hello there, beautiful," he said with a smile.
    IRISH ACCENT OMGOMGOMG.
    And his smile was adorable(:
    "Hey there, stranger," I said with a giggle.
    "So, what's your name, darling?"
    Before I could answer, the clerk at Starbucks called my name, "Charlotte!"
    I looked back at the guy, "That answers your question."
    He laughed as I got up to get my coffee.
    When I got back, he said "My name's Josh, by the way."
    He handed me a napkin.
    "Nice to meet you Josh and thank you," I said with a stupid grin on my face.
    We laughed a little more and had a little conversation before I had to go.
    "Will I ever see you again, Charlotte?"
    "I hope so," I said as we said our good byes.
    When I walked out of Starbucks to meet my Auntie Shannon, I saw that the napkin that Josh had given me had a little Sharpie bleeding through it.
    I opened up the napkin and saw a phone number.
    
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