Part 2 of my double update! Enjoy!
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10 MINUTES BEFORE

"So how are you finding your stay in London?" PJ asked,as we strolled throughout the museum. "I mean it's probably too soon to ask,because it's only your first proper day here but..."

"No,you're grand."I reassured him. "I'm having a blast so far. I mean,I've already seen so much of London and I've only been here for a day. But all Maeve seems to be interested in is the shops." I rolled my eyes jokingly at him.

PJ let out a low chuckle."Yeah,I can tell from all of those bags she's been carrying around all day. She's obviously not the "artistic" type."

"Yeah... she's not a big fan of art museums."

PJ and I weren't exactly happy with Chris and Maeve at the moment. We had all started to go around the museum together as a group,but while PJ and I were taking note of all of the fabulous sculptures,Chris and Maeve were taking selfies and messing around. Needless to say,we were not amused. PJ eventually dragged me away to another part of the museum so we could stroll around in peace. So far,so good.

"Chris once stated that-"PJ put up his hands and did air quotes-"art museums are for freaks-"he put his hands into his coat pockets again-"or something like that. I wasn't very impressed with him, to put it lightly."

"Yeah...sounds like the kind of Chris would say all right." I muttered,trying to keep my hatred for him from showing in my voice.

PJ shot me an odd look,but he chose not to comment. I decided it would be a wise time to bite my tongue. If Chris was playing nice,so could I.

"But they're creative in their own ways."PJ mused."Just because Maeve and Chris aren't into art museums and literature,doesn't mean they don't have creative minds. Chris is a Youtuber like us,he can make up these amazing sketches on the spot that are comedy gold. He's a pretty good actor too. And you mentioned that Maeve is doing a textiles and fashion design course?"

"Yeah." While I was stuck doing boring Law at Trinity,Maeve was taking a course in textiles and fashion design at a technical college near her home. Maeve had always been passionate about fabrics and fashion(a glance at her pin board which was overflowing with outfit sketches and fabric samples and her extensive wardrobe said it all),as much as I had been passionate about writing. And she was good at it too. Her dream was to someday become a well-known name in the fashion or textile industry(or so she hoped). Her parents had always been supportive of her and her dreams, but they hadn't been happy at first when Maeve announced she wasn't going to a academic college. I suppose just like every parent,they just wanted their child to get the best education possible and have a stable career option to fall back on in case the whole textile/fashion dream fell though.

But I knew Maeve well enough to know that it wasn't just some phase she was going though. It was genuinely what she wanted to do in life. And I was willing to support her though it one hundred per cent.

That's what friends are for,after all.

"She seems to be very happy,pursuing her dream."PJ commented.

"She is. I've never seen her as happier. And I'm willing to support her too." I replied.

PJ looked at me,amused."You and Maeve are really close,aren't you?"

"I'm not a very trusting person.Maeve is one of the few people I trust." I admitted."I found her during a time when things in my life...they weren't going so great. At all. At the time,she was the only good thing I had. It was a very mismatched friendship at first,but as time went on we learnt more about each other. We kinda learned to let each other in a little. And after that happened, we've started to get closer. And now we're best friends."

"It's admirable how close you two are."PJ said."A close friendship like that is hard to find." We continued to stroll in silence until he asked "So... is that writer's block of yours starting to clear up a bit?"

"Ha.I wish." I replied,shaking my head.Unfortunately,being surrounded by all of this amazing artwork hadn't really cleared up the fog in my brain that was making it so hard for me to come up with a good story idea,let alone a book that people would actually want to read. "It still hasn't cleared up PJ. Not a bit. It's starting to freak me out a little-okay,a lot."I sighed. "I mean...writing is the only thing I've ever been good at. It's the only thing I've ever felt confident about. When I sit at my laptop,typing away at the keyboard,it's like the world falls away around me. The words come easily,like water flowing out of a tap or something. I used to be able to engross myself for hours in my own imagination. But now it's like that tap has run dry and I can't type a single word out onto the page. Even writing my Creative Writing assignments are starting to become difficult. PJ...what if I'm not cut out to be a writer? What if I just can't do it?"

PJ was silent as he took in my words. The second I had finished,he stared at me determinedly with those bright green eyes and said "There's no such word as "can't"in my vocabulary. "Won't" perhaps,but "can't"doesn't come into the equation as far as I'm concerned. We all hit a creative block at some point in our lives. But that doesn't mean we can't overcome it. The minute you say you "can't"do something is the moment you fail or give up. You haven't gotten to that point yet,but you're pretty damn close to it. And it looks like it's going to be sooner rather than later."

He paused for a moment and then continued "You know,I just happened to stumble across one of your videos one day. I think it was a sketch-I can't remember which one it was but I do remember the enthusiasm you had while preforming it. Anyone could tell that you loved making videos,that you were so passionate about it. It was also obvious that you had a creative mind.

That made me very impressed. Not much people start Youtube nowadays simply because they want to share their creativity and talents with the world,it's because they want tons of subscribers or to become the next viral hit. They want their "15 minutes of fame",to become "Internet-famous."But what they don't realise is that Youtube is all about creativity.

I think you are meant to be a writer, Ashlinn. I also think you were meant to be a Youtuber. You're just hitting a creative block at the moment. And once you get past that...you'll be alright."

I smiled at him graciously. That was big praise,coming from PJ Liguori. It felt nice for someone to tell me not to give up on my dreams for once. Maybe he was right,all hope wasn't lost. There was still a chance that I could break free of this writer's block.

Just then I heard a phone softly vibrating. I frowned,wondering if it my phone that was going off. I had turned it off,as there was a "no phones allowed" rule in the museum(obviously.)

I quickly checked my phone. It was turned off. I turned to see PJ staring at his vibrating phone and biting his lip anxiously. "Sorry Ashlinn,I just need to take this call."he mumbled hastily,before taking the call and walking around the corner,mumbling quietly as he went.

It was probably none of my business who was calling PJ. I started to survey one of the paintings beside me to pass the time, trying to look interested while waiting for his return.

I heard someone scoffing beside me as I did so."Look at you,trying to look all deep and philanthropic."

That voice sounded familiar. I turned to see Chris standing beside me ,shaking his head as he glared at me in pure and utter loathing. He wasn't even trying to hide his contempt as he sneered at me. "At least,I'm not acting like I'm 25 going on 7. " I retorted back.

"It's called having a laugh. And if you can't take that,you must be even more of a priss than I thought."

"I have a sense of humour...it's just different to yours."

"It must be a very weird sense of humour then." Chris put his hands in his pockets,turned around and slowly started to walk around the room. "How you people consider this "art" is beyond me."He said to himself. "All I see is just a couple of paint strokes on a canvas-"he gestured to a nearby painting -"or a couple of painted metal bars-"-he gestured to a nearby sculpture-"like seriously,what is this thing? Some kind of climbing frame or something?"

The sculpture he was gesturing to consisted of metal bars twisted and bent in every way possible,and for some reason it reminded me vaguely of a DNA molecule. It was painted in every shade imaginable. Ruby reds and fiery crimsons mixed in with vibrant tangerines and ochres,emerald greens and sky blues to name a few. It was quite an marvel to look at.

"It's a sculpture,dumbass. If you had paid any attention instead of fooling around with Maeve you would know that..."A sudden thought came over me. Chris was alone. He wasn't with Maeve. "Wait...Where's Maeve? I thought she was with you."

"Uh..."Panic was evident on Chris's face. "S-she went to the toilets,she'll be back in a minute."

..."Chris. You didn't wander off on her,did you?"

"..."His guilty look on his face was all I needed to know.

"CHRIS!"

Luckily, there was no other tourists around. Otherwise I would have been glared at for raising my voice."What were you thinking? You know she doesn't know her way around here. She could be worried sick-"

"I didn't come here to talk about Maeve." Chris interrupted me,his voice firm and steady. "I came here to talk about you. I know what kind of game you're playing Ashlinn."

It was the first time he had called me Ashlinn. "I have no clue what you're talking about." I frowned at him in confusion,what was he talking about?

"You're only using PJ as a pawn in your game. You're using his influence on Youtube to get more views,more subscribers."

I was taken aback by his harsh accusations. How dare he! Why would he think that? Not to mention that he was way out of line.

"That was some pretty good acting you had going on there. "Chris continued,crossing his arms across his chest. " I bet you were delighted that you were going to meet up with Dan and Phil,huh? But not for the reasons PJ thinks. You're excited because it means you get to manipulate more people."

I shook my head in utter disbelief."You must take me to be some deceptive bitch."I replied quietly."I would never do that to PJ. Or to Dan or Phil or anyone. Chris,why would you think I would do such a thing?"

Chris scoffed,rolling his eyes."Oh please.Don't try and use the "pity me"card. What am I supposed to think? You're a Youtuber who's supposedly "a rising star"and you do a collaboration with someone like PJ-"

"And how is that any different from any other Youtuber?"I questioned him,my voice rising hysterically."Why are you picking on me for it?"

"Because you're using PJ,that's why!" Chris sneered. "You've used him and you'll use Dan and Phil too,and soon enough,you'll have used all of us major Youtubers to get what you want."

"First of all, how dare you!" I practically screamed at Chris, storming up to him. I was practically face to face with him,but I didn't care. "And second of all, I don't deceive people unlike you! I don't sneak around my best friend's back, just to pick on his friends. And I don't care how many subscribers you have, you're just a jealous,wannabe Youtuber compared to PJ, who is jealous I'm spending more time with his friend than he is."

Chris narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. "You're a bloody bitch, you know that? I bet you used Maeve just to get here,didn't you. Surprised a girl like her is even friends with you honestly."

"What?" I growled, holding myself back with every ounce of strength I had in my body. It wasn't easy when I was starting to see my vision flashing red. That was another warning sign for me to hold back,but I didn't.

"Yeah, it makes me wonder how you two became friends in the first place. How did a bitch like you meet a dumb girl like her?"

And they were the words that made me lose it.

Before I was even aware of it myself,I had clenched my hand into a fist and punched Chris straight on the nose. Chris let out a yell as my knuckles made contact with his nose. My knuckles were burning as I did so,but I heard a satisfying crunch,probably bones breaking in his nose. Excellent.

I stared at him glaring and panting furiously."Don't you dare call Maeve dumb. She is one of the most kindest and courageous people I've ever met-and she's my best friend. So don't you dare call her names. And also,stop calling me a bitch."

Chris had his eyes closed ,holding his bloody(and possibly broken) nose.After I had finished speaking,he shot forward quick as a flash and punched me in the jaw,making me stumble back in surprise. It was very sore obviously,but he hadn't really made an accurate punch. Probably only enough to leave a bruise. "Nice try."I smirked at him,putting my hands on my hips and tried to ignore the small stinging pain that was starting to develop in my jaw."But it will take more than that to faze me."

With a federal growl,Chris lunged at me. We quickly attacked each other,our face off quickly becoming a battle of fists and blows. I managed to scratch my nails across his cheek but he managed to punch me in the ribs. Luckily it wasn't enough to inflict much damage.

The rest of the fight was kind of this hazy blur to me. I still can't quite recall what happened,not fully. I do remember PJ and Maeve yelling at us to stop,and PJ pulling Maeve back when she tried to interfere.

I do remember however the security guards rushing towards us yelling "OI!" and quickly mumbling into their walkie-talkies. I remember one of the security guards picking me up by the armpits and escorting me out of the museum while I kicked my legs in the air,still yelling profanities at Chris. He was doing the same.

I remember the security guards dumping Chris and I up outside on he front steps and one of them saying "Right,from now on consider yerself barred from here. I don't want to see you two within a foot of this museum or else I'm calling the cops."

They stalked off,leaving me and Chris glaring at each other. PJ and Maeve rushed outside,apologising to the secretary guards as they did so. PJ glared at the pair of us on the steps,he looked really pissed off. Maeve was standing there,arms folded across her chest and biting her lip. She looked scared-a look that made me incredibly guilty.

What the hell have I done?

"Ash...what happened?" She asked quietly.

I was about to open my mouth to speak when PJ cut across me saying "Now is not the time,Maeve. We'll talk about it at my place.Why don't you go and see if we can get a taxi? We can hardly go on the Tube with these two looking the way they are." At that last part,PJ shot us a pointed look as if to say thanks a lot guys.

Maeve looked at me one more time before letting out a small sigh and mumbling "I'll be right back." As I watched her go,the reality of what I had just done sunk in. I found myself sitting on the steps,Chris beside me.

And that brings us to where we are now.

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Eventually Maeve runs up to us waving her hands frantically. "I got one!" she calls out to us."I found a taxi!"

PJ calls out to her in reply "We'll be right there!" He turns to Chris and I ,and practically scowls at us"Come on you two" before storming off. Without a word Chris and I meekly get to our feet and follow him to where Maeve is standing.

It's a pretty small car for a taxi ,so PJ sits up the front with the driver while Chris and I are squashed in the back,Maeve sitting in between us to keep the peace.

As we set off,I turn to look out the window and I see the Tate Modern slowly becoming a speck in the distance. I feel a slender hand reach out for mine and squeeze gently. Maeve. I can't even look at her. I've disappointed her so much.

I lean my forehead against the cool glass of the window pane and though my tears,I see PJ looking at me though the wing mirror with those bright green eyes of his.

"I'm sorry"I mouth at him.

He just shakes his head at me ever do slightly and looks away from me.

I squeeze my eyes shut,willing myself to fold up into a ball and to just disappear from this world.

I've disappointed myself so much.

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Bet you guys didn't see that coming did you? Don't worry you guys,things will sort themselves out.

And so concludes my double update! I'm so sorry it took so long I had summer tests and now I'm on holidays which means I can write a lot more often.

I considered that sassy quote in the picture above could be something Ashlinn says to Chris during their fight but I decided against it. You have to admit it it pretty cool though.

Special thanks to aimlessconspiracy who helped me with this chapter,she's my best friend and so I dedicate this chapter to her! Thank you Bella:)

Also it's someone's birthday today! Such a consistence that I updated on his birthday XD Happy birthday to Dan Howell! Happy birthday Dan you sassy sarcastic human being:)

Ok guys I'll see you soon! Thank you much for getting me to 1K!

~Cici(queenofdaydreaming)