Being the youngest Dunne was hard, but having your oldest brother, Billy, take credit for the songs you'd written, was even harder. You didn't mind helping him out, sure, but purposefully using your heartbreak as a pawn in whatever game he had going with Daisy, felt cruel and dirty.

It got even worse when Camila came to you one day, while you were babysitting Julia, and asked if you could spend a bit more time with Daisy (your worst nightmare, considering your assumedly one-sided feelings), since you were at the recording studio a lot anyway; which, of course, you agreed to.

All was going well, until things got personal; way too personal. You two had gotten close over the last few months; hanging out at diner's and shit-talking Billy, became sitting in one of your guys' bedroom's and seriously getting to know each other, which then became make-out sessions, and as of an hour ago, hooking up.

It wasn't awkward, it just felt too good to be true. So when you walked out of your bathroom, and saw Daisy reading through your diary, the notebook that detailed everything, you knew you were right.

"Crap-" You accidently let out, water droplets falling from your damp hair, and down your back.

"What the hell is this?" Daisy fumed, looking up at you from her spot at the end of your bed.

"Depends what 'this' you're talking about, sugar." You replied, trying to make light of the situation.

"The fact you're in love with me- Or the fact that you're the one who's essentially written 70% of the songs on 'Aurora'- Or maybe, the fact you're toying with me, so I stop 'flirting' with Billy." The redhead continued, throwing the book against your pillow.

"Yeah, that's not easy to explain. Look, Daisy, I didn't-" You started, before being cut off.

"Were you using me? To teach Billy a lesson for stealing your songs? Is that it??!" The girl shouted, getting up from the bed, and marching over to where you stood, just in front of the bathroom doorway.