Between me and Cass, she's always been the one who gets most of the praises, and that's because she has mom, and dad - well he praises her often too, when he's not around me. He knows that mom doesn't give me attention, so he gave 100% of his, to me. Cass, she and I were pretty close. But when we grew, she decided to depart from me. I really love her, sitting on the steps of the parlor, eating chocloate. Mom would always scold us about the smudges we made, but dad would laugh at us, as mom cling onto him. Cass has never actually been kind to me, becuase most of the time, she's blaming all her problems to me, especially since I was born, probably, a year after her. But of all the things she's done to me, this is the most nicest thing she would ever do.

" Hey, Ella, " she said, sitting beside me. She had circles and bags under her eyes. She had her hair tied up messily, and she wore a tank top underneath a sweater. She was smiling. I couldn't believe that she was here with me. Wait, where am I? " You're at the hospital. You crashed and is holding onto dear life. I should be going now. I'll see you later, Ella. "

She grabs her bag and leaves the room. Mom enters, a worried but excited expression plastered on her face. I smiled, weakly. She set down on the same spot where Cass was. " You know, Cass took care of you all night. " I processed her words and slowly raised my brow, opening my mouth to speak. But I shut it immediately. Let's try playing fool, without the voice. " How are you? " I shrug. Her worried eyes look at me, as I avoid her gaze. I look at the desk beside me, grabbing my phone.

" Can you just leave? " my phone said, leaving mom's jaw hung open. I rolled my eyes. She nodded her head and I furrowed my brows and gestured her to go. I watched her leave, a look of shock in her dark brown eyes. I've never actually respected my mother. The stories that were shared about me and her, were just an act. My dad had to force her to do it for me. But I wanted nothing more to hang out with dad. But, dad wouldn't always be around, he was always at work, so I did my own comfort. I did tons of YouTube videos, and earned millions of subscribers, views and likes. I had fans. Millions of them. Ofcourse, there were haters, but in life, there will always be haters. I had my name as @HeathCliff. But my fans, they call me ( like my name really is, ) Ella. One time, I googled myself and found out that I was one of the youtubers that were ridiculously popular. I was going to go away for a month, supposedly, this summer. So that I could record my first orginal song. And directors even want me to be the star in their movies. I said I'd think about it.

I slowly got up from the rancid bed, pulling out all of the wires. I searched for decent clothes. I found my shirt, hoodie, jeans and sneakers piled in the bathroom, so I wore it. I looked fine, I guess I was out for weeks. I applied a little make - up because I looked liked a pale ghost. I picked up my phone, seeing a hundred notifications scarmbled up. Mostly from fans, saying " Get well soon, " or other types of shit.

I got out of the room, feeling the cold air gush through me. I smiled, feeling free, but it didn't fucking last, because I saw mom sitting near the room, asleep. I quietly shuffle away from her, gaining entrance to the outside world. I was glad that no one took notice of me yet, and once I stepped out of the hospital, blinding lights were flashiing on me. The Papparazzi. I completely forgot about them.

" Ms. Tremaine, what happened in the accident? Do you remember anything at all? " a reporter with short bob hair asked me, helding a mike close to my face. I wince at her incredibly fake interest on finding out on what happened to me. I knew that reporters just want to do their job, but why do they have to fake their interest? People should be able to like their own jobs, because this is a milestone. I think I'm gonna be shooting this opinion later.

I smiled, weakly. " I'm not ready to answer that, just yet. I'm sorry. " I told her, waving her off, as more reporters closed in on me. I shook my head, my eyebrows furrowing. I felt like choking, physically, with just them and their mikes to my face and their cameras flashing upon my eyes. I moved around, hoping to gain entrance to a small opening so I can escape the mob of paparazzi. " I just got out f - " I tried to explain, but a deep voice cut me off, into anncouncing my occurances.

" Ella here, just got out of the hospital, why don't you guys give her some space and she'll ride with me to her home? " I saw a familiar looking guy in his car, with curly locks of blonde hair dropping on his forehead, he was wearing shades, but that wouldn't even hide the dimples from his smile. The paparazzi prated away from me but kept taking pictures of the guy. I guess he was an actor or something. I wouldn't really guess, but he is actually cute.

" Oh my God! It's Ashton freaking Irwin! " a girl shrieked, making a fuzz about the guy. I've heard his name before, and I think I should probably be running right now, but I just stepped in his car, as he smiled, cheekily at his fans. I rolled my eyes, I would never flirt with mine, well, basically, 'cause I'm a freaking girl. And, there's nothing even to brag about my looks. I'm just a stick that grew arms and legs.

" Back at yah, babe, " he said, getting in the car. I stare at him in bewilderment. He's a fucking jock that I shouldn't be with, yet here I am, sitting on his damn car seat, waiting for him to drive me to my hoouse. " Luke is going to freak. " he said, sighing and took the wheel. I winced at the mention of his name. I'd call it a swear, and put it in the dictionary if I can, just to embarrass the jerk.

" What do you mean - " I said, stopping my mouth in sudden realization. Ashton Irwin is Luke Hemmings' bandmate. " You're fucking Ashton Irwin. " I frowned, my eyes stinging from tears that wanted to fall. I closed my eyes, not letting teh, drop all of the sudden. I cup my hands to my face, clearly upset. I gazed on the window beside me.

" You finally noticed the hot star beside you. " he managed to joke. But it wasn't even helping enlighten the mood. I furrowed my brows, allowing a shaky sigh come out from me. Who knew, that Cass could cause me this much trouble? Oh, fuck, I swore. " And don't fucking swear. " he said, seriously, even though he clearly just swore, too.

" Don't tell me that we're going to your hotel room, " I said, a slight hope in my voice, but I knew it wouldn't be happening. But, fuck, I still decided to murderously try my luck. I glance at him, and went back to staring at the window, waiting for him to reply. And when I thought he wouldn't, he said :

" You'll see. " he said, smirking.