And we play our favorite songs

And we scream out all night long

Like ooh ooh oh

When it's just me and my girls.

[Me and my girls- Fifth Harmony]

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Hello people! ^_^

I haven't updated anything in a long time, I know, and I'm really sorry. I've just been really busy with school and stuff, and then when I finally typed out something, it got lost :'(

Anyway... I'm trying out something a bit different this time. This chapter's going to be in Tory's point of view. Don't worry though, it's all about Jamie :D

Going straight to dedications now, drumroll please people.

And... today's dedication goes to... @Bo_Omi, as a sort of apology for being a bit preoccupied these days, I'm the worst bff ever, I know :'( and I'm sorry. And if I could dedicate the whole book to two people only, you'd definitely be one, and the other would be every one else <3

Song of the day is, Me and my girls, by Fifth Harmony, and yes, it does match the chapter, one point to Zara and nil to mismatched chapters and songs.

I hope you really like this chapter.

P.S do point out any mistake in the comments sections, I'd really appreciate that.

XOxO- Zara

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[Tory]

I couldn't help glancing at Jamie every minute or so as I drove her home, she looked very upset and sort of mad and I couldn't say I blamed her, I'd be really angry and sort of sad too if Kyle did that to me.

I wanted to talk to her, but I knew my bestfriend, and I knew she wouldn't want to talk about it just yet, so I kept my mouth shut even though it was killing me not to try and comfort her.

I pulled into her driveway and killed the engine, and Jamie shot out of the car faster than I could have said, "we're here".

Sighing, I got out and followed her a bit more calmly.

You could always tell Jamie's trying to avoid something, or someone, when she seemed to be in a hurry.

I caught up to her as she stood outside the front door, fumbling around in her bag for her key, and waited patiently till she found it and let us in.

She shut the door with a bang and I rolled my eyes at how childish that was, and then trailed along after her as she trudged up the stairs to her room.

Jamie's room was the same as always, neat almost to the point of insanity, the windows were shut and the curtains, half open, let in a bit of sunlight into the otherwise dark room. She went in and opened them up, instantly making the room brighter while I stood hovering by the door.

My gaze was drawn to her meticulously arranged bed, each pillow puffed up and standing straight, and the duvet tucked in neatly.

I was having my habitual internal debate on whether I should sit on the comfortable looking bed, or the floor- most times I sat on the floor, coz I was always afraid of ruining the bed for her- when Jamie shook me out of my reverie with a, "You can sit on the bed you know, it only takes a few minutes to fix it."

She laughed at my somewhat sheepish expression, and I smiled even though she was laughing at my expense. I was just glad she wasn't so angry any more.

I sat on the bed, and then grinned devilishly at Jamie as I got an evil idea.

"Don't you dare do what I know you're thinking", she warned a bit warily, and my grin got even bigger. She reached out to stop me but I was already bouncing on the bed. I just couldn't help it, she had one of those really bouncy mattresses, it was an opportunity too tempting to pass on.

"Tory!!! You're ruining the bed!", she screeched, trying to catch me as I bounced up and down.

"But you said it only takes a few minutes to fix it", I replied, laughing at her as she failed again and again to catch me.

"But... but... urgh! You're such a child!", she grumbled.

"I'm not the one who got angry over... oof", the wind got knocked out of me as she hit me, hard, with a pillow, a fishing pillow! I narrowed my eyes at her as I asked,

"Did you just hit me with a pillow?".

Not waiting for a reply, I picked one up and aiming at her head, hit her before she could scramble off the bed.

And then it got chaotic from there. By the time we were done, the whole room was a mess, and we were giggling like a bunch of toddlers.

"Well... at least you're not so angry now...", I said, cringing inwardly at the mess we made.

"Maybe.", she added, and I rolled my eyes. We both knew she wasn't angry anymore, Jamie was one of those people that could never be mad for long. Hurt, she still was, but not angry.

My gaze was drawn to a painting on an easel by her reading table, it wasn't exactly bright or something, it had different shades of brown and gold, and I don't know why, it just...called out to me.

I went closer to get a better look, taking in the delicate and deft brush strokes, the blend of colours, and finally zoning in on the subject of the painting. My mouth dropped open in a silent "oh", as I tried to take in what I saw.

"You like it?", Jamie asked quietly from beside me, breaking me out of my reverie.

I was so...entranced by the painting I didn't even notice her standing there.

"You painted me...", I said, still a bit stuunned, "I actually look pretty in the painting."

And it WAS me, down to the birthmark on my left wrist that was slightly outstretched in the painting. My right hand was clutching on to a billowing golden ball gown, and I was looking down from the top of a staircase with a timid smile on my face. It looked like something out of a movie depicting a nineteenth century ball in a ballroom, the gold colored banisters seemed to be shining in that highly polished way, and she painted the lights on the ceiling above my head a soft yellow, in a way as to look like they were shining upon me. My hair was done up in a fancy bun with a few tendrils escaping, adding to the elegant look of the gown and setting. I looked beautiful, there was no other word to describe it. Sometimes I really wondered how Jamie did it, how she could make even the plainest things or people look extraordinary.

"Glad you like it", she answered, a bit drily. Although I could detect a hint of amusement in her voice.

"It looks beautiful Jamie, I haven't seen you paint anyone in a really long time, I'd almost forgotten how good you were", she blushed at that, and I found myself wondering why, I mean, I get that she might be a bit bashful but I'd seen her paintings before, I'd seen them way before she could actually paint, in kindrgarten, so I couldn't see why she'd be blushing now.

"I painted Josh a while back.", she said, her whole face turning crimson.

"Oh...", I said, fumbling about for what to say to that.

"Yeah... and with wings too", she said, trying to hide behind her hair like she usually does when she's embarrassed.

I burst out laughing at that, it was just too absurd, I couldn't even imagine that. Trust Jamie to do it.

Josh never struck me as the angel type, except if it was the dark angel type, ok, maybe not. But still, angels are more like Kyle, friendly, out-going, and a lot of other things I couldn't begin to describe. Josh on the other hand, was too... reserved.

She glared at me and I abruptly turned my laughter into some kind of forced coughing and then gradually shut up.

"You know what Jamie? I'd really love to see that", I teased, and she rolled her eyes at me, making me laugh again.

I really hope they make up soon, Josh was good for her. She didn't even realize how much he's bringing out not just her artistic side but all of her good points.

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And there! Some insight into the head of Tory, she's quite the character isn't she?

And no, I didn't forget about the painting from two chapters ago. It just wasn't the right time reveal it then.

And hey, are there any artists here? I'd forever love whoever teaches me how to paint. I gotta warn you though, I'm completely hopeless at it, I can't even paint a potato.

And... that's all folks.

Please don't forget to VCAF, thank you. :)

XOXO- Zara