KRYSTALLE
Mark screams for me to 'get my lazy ass in the cooking room.'

"The fuck do ya want floofmaster?" I ask him. "Get your butt ready, since we're here there's a carnival in town and we're going. Wear a dress or skirt." I groan at the fact that I have to wear a dress but oblige. "Heels too!" Mark yells as I walk to my room. "YOU'RE KILLIN ME SHORTSTACKS!!" I yell back.

I rummage through my closet and find the perfect outfit. It's not a dress but it'll do. A aquamarine shirt with a white lace layered skirt, heels woth bows on the back that match the shirt, a white bow ring, many orange, light blue, and white bangles, a bracelet that has two layerd, the top is white and the bottom is light blue whith little bars of gems connecting them on each stone charm thingy, and an anchor chest necklace. (Outfit in media box)

I change into the outfit and put on a wig that's half pastel pink half pastel blue (Pic down below)

I walk to the living room with my white cross body bag and see Jack and Mark standing by the door. "Fucking finally!" Jack yells. I shake my head and we head out the door to the carnival.
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I wait on a bench for Jack and Mark to get off a roller coaster. "Hey, you're SparklingKrystalle on YouTube, right?"

I look up and feel like I wanna scream. Pentatonix is standing in front of me holy fuck. Keep calm Krystalle!! "Yeah, that's me. Huge fan of Pentatonix by the way." Kirstie squeals and claps her hands. "Oh my god she's a fan!!" I giggle lightly and nod.

"Hey, we have a concert in about four hours, and we need an opening act. Wanna join?" Scott asks like it's a walk in the park. "Uhh s-sure." GODDAMN IT KRYSTALLE YOU MESSED IT UP!!!! "WOO WE GOT OUR OPENING ACT!!!" Kevin yells. We all laugh and I text Jack.

I'm too lazy to do contact names so this is how you know who's who
Jack Krystalle
Good? Good go

I'm with Pentatonix rn they want me to be their opening act for their concert, I'll meet you and Mark back at the hotel
You're kidding me
Nope
Stop fucking lying Krystalle. This is why I didn't want to talk to you, you're a lying shit who comes up with things to make yourself spund better. I only contacted you to get views. Fuck you, you worthless whore

(I IN NO WAY THINK JACK WOULD EVER SAY THAT I KNOW HE NEVER WOULD OR WILL IT'S FOR THE STORY PROMISE)

Why would Jack say that? "Krystalle what's wrong?" I show Mitch the texts and if looks could kill I'm pretty sure the whole carnival would be dead. "What's his number?" I give the shortt brunette the irishman's number and he dials it, putting it on speaker. Scott rubs my back while Kirstie holds my hand in attempt to calm me down and make me feel a bit better. 

Jack Mitch Scott Krystalle Kirstie Avi Kevin

Hello?
Oh look the asshole picked up.
What the fuck are you talking about?

Krystalle showed us the texts you sent her, Jack.

Krystalle Ged? That worthless whore?

That worthless whore can hear you ya know

What the fuck do you want?

You think you can just go around and get someone to trust you then ditch them and reveal you used them for views? You fucking twit.

I highly suggest you never speak to or of Krystalle again or we all will beat you to shit

Never call or text her, she will tell us if you do.

Oh and Jack?

Yeah?

That night when I said you're a fucking twit and I hate your guts, this time I mean it. I honestly should tell people who you really are but I'm just being nice right now. Fuck you you fucking dickwad.

Mitch hangs up the phone and smiles softly at me. "You gonna be okay?" "He was one of my biggest inspirations, the whole reason I started a YouTube channel. I don't get it." Kirstie squeezes my hand reassuringly. "Don't think about him, he's just a living lie." I smile at the group and pull them all into a group hug. "Thanks guys. You're the best."

We grab our things and hop in their rental van, off to the stadium for the concert.

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Question of the day: Ya hate Jack?