"Now, I'm like doing my hair real nice, reading your texts like twice."

"I hate that you're dear."

"Don't wanna break my heart again."

"This puppy love."

"You told all your friends all about me."

"Love to hear that you're talking so sweetly."

"I could be your partner in crime."

"I see myself in white, or maybe I lied."

"Please don't leave my precious heart in two."

You were exes with Dior, as most cliche stories went. But why did you guys break up? Well, Dior had kissed someone else.

But you guys were celebrities and in the same cast, so you could just break up with her - you couldn't block her.

So, since the breakup, she would text you with small messages like - "Please forgive me, I didn't mean the kiss with them." or "I love you so much, please answer."

Desperate, but super sweet, but you couldn't fall for it, so you just left the texts ignored.

Dior didn't give up though, she would even talk to Tamara or Leah, or her friends in general about you, usually talking sweetly with things such as - "She's so pretty." or other sweet things like - "I want her in my future."

And honestly, you really could see yourself in a white dress that- SHIT.

Walker would tease you whenever you yapped to him about it, usually laughing his ass off and saying, "You're so fucking obsessed."

And Leah, well, she would just smile and listen to you and become an expert on romance all of a sudden.

Tamara? Well... let's say, it's best not to tell her since she was Dior's closest friend in the cast other than Charlie and Leah.

You weren't obsessed, she cheated on you! You couldn't- Fuck.

You had to admit, Dior was strangely sweet for someone who decided to cheat on you.

Anyways, you got invited to some random beach party by one of Aryan's rich friends who managed to get the whole beach alone. So, now here you were, leaning against some palm tree, watching people get drunk.

Anyways, the whole cast was here, so Walker was one of those people - getting shit drunk, Leah didn't drink, or whatever so she just ate a donut in the corner.

That was all you observed before Dior was suddenly beside you, drinking a beer and seeming nervous to talk to you. Tamara probably made her do this. "Uh... hey. How's it going?" Dior started.