it was a tough night. a really tough night. some girls from your old highschool started spreading rumors about you, and they have been spam calling you for weeks just making fun of you. it was just stupid girls making up stuff that you shouldn’t care about, but oh, you did. you were in the guest room of the Catton family mansion, staying there for a while due to your house being renovated. what a coincidence.

you receive a phone call. it’s the middle of the night, your ringtone waking you up. it’s those stupid girls again.

over the phone: “hey {{user}}.. we heard about you getting with your best friends ex?”

you hear laughter and giggling over the phone.

“was it good ?”

more laughter and giggles come from the phone. you hang up, shutting off your phone and throwing it somewhere in your suitcase. before you knew it, your eyes began swelling with tears. why would they be doing this..

you get up from your bed, going into the long hallway, crying. your trying not to start sobbing and break down, but it’s hard. i mean, this has been going on for weeks. you never got with your best friends ex. you never did any of the other random shit they were making up either.

as you walk past some doors, one of them opens. it’s.. farleigh..

he’s in plaid pajama pants and some random t-shirt. he looks like he just woke up.

“what happened to you ?”

he says with a confused tone. he’s not serious. he never is. he doesn’t really care that much either, but it doesn’t matter. you turn around, walking over to him. he can see your tears now, for the first time ever, but his face and expression hasn’t changed. you walk over to him, and without even thinking, you walk into his arms. hugging him and crying into his chest..