[17] Unwritten

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Feel the rain on your skin,

No one else can feel it for you,

Only you can let it in.

No one else, no one else,

Can speak the words on your lips.

~Unwritten- Natasha Bedingfield

     "Alright, we're done for the day," Brett called tiredly when another muffled yell came from down the hall. I ducked into my change room and pulled off the dress they had put me in for filming. I took a tissue and wiped off the light makeup and pulled my hair into a loose ponytail.

     By the time I came back out, everyone was gone, except Kallie, Brett and Clark. Oh, and of course Clark and Bells. I could still hear them screaming at each other. For a moment, the rest of us stared at each other, then turned to look down the hallway that the yelling was coming from. "Should we...?" Kallie asked hesitantly, not needing to finish since it was evident she was talking about interrupting their fight.

     Before any of us could even open our mouths to reply, a door slammed open and Bells stormed out. She froze when she saw us. When Clark stepped out and walked up behind her, though, she snapped out of it. "Ready to go?" she asked me, her voice steady, but it fooled none of us.

     "Yeah, let's go." I debated asking her if she was okay and what had happened, but decided to leave that for when we were alone. I waved a quick goodbye to Kallie, Brett, Clark and Kaden before chasing after Bells, almost having to run to catch up with her. She shoved through the front door, keeping her speedy pace as she walked across the parking lot to her car.

     "You okay?" I asked once we were both in the car.

     She simply shook her head and pulled the car into reverse.

      "What happened?"

      "Can we not talk about it?" she asked, her voice a little weak. Her tone wasn't exactly tense, but she did take a right turn a bit too sharply. "I'm driving and I don't really want to crash into another car because I didn't see it." For a moment I was pretty confused. Then I saw the tears in her eyes. Aw, poor Bells. I mean, she and Clark had been doing pretty well, and they had been happy together, I think. I didn't know what the fight was about, but it had to be something big. I don't think I've ever heard them scream at each other for as long as they did today. I mean, like, in the bad way. I had accidentally heard them- actually, I don't think I'll go there.

      The car ride back was pretty silent, except for the occasional sniffle or sigh from Bells. She put on a neutral expression as we walked down the hall of our apartment building, but I could tell she was about to crack from the way her hands were shaking. My suspicions were confirmed when tears starting streaming down her face as soon as we entered our apartment.

      I quickly shut the door and grabbed a box of tissues before gently pushing her to sit on the couch.  "Do you want to talk about it?"

      Bells sighed and took a tissue, clenching it in her hand instead of really using it. "I don't even know how the fight started," she said.

      "What do you mean?" I asked, even though I had a feeling I already knew exactly how the fight went.

      "Just everything, every little mistake was brought up." Just like the fights my parents always had. I shook my head slightly, clearing my thoughts. This is about Clark and Bells, I told myself. Luckily, Bells had been too distracted by the fight to notice the random shaking of my head. "I don't know what to think. I mean, just..." she trailed off, leaving me to try and guess what she meant.

      After a moment of failing at figuring it out, I decided to focus on something else. "Every mistake? You and Clark never really... Had problems though."

      She shook her head. "We did. We weren't some kind of perfect couple." Right. Well. Okay, I feel a little stupid, but Bells and Clark had seemed so together. In sync. Fairytale perfect. "We just didn't show it. We tried not to let them last long." She frowned. "Sometimes it almost felt like we were dating for everyone else."

      "But you loved each, didn't you?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to make her more upset than she already was.

      "We did. Or, at least, I did. It just always felt like we had put up a perfect front because that's what everyone was expecting," Bells told me quietly. "It felt like any fight we had, had to remain a secret."

      I simply pulled her into a hug since I had no clue what to say. I was stunned, speechless. Was that why Clark and Bells had been so quiet, reluctant to really talk about their relationship even though they had been together for so long? It couldn't have all be fake, though. I had known them for most of my life, and I had seen the way their eyes had lit up when they saw each other. They had to have been in love at some point in their relationship. If not, then they were the ones who belonged on the screen, not me and Kaden.

      "It's just- It was like a bucket of cold water. I don't know if I can do that again," she said, in an almost broken tone.

      "Then don't." It was the best advice I could give. I was good with love -my track record with guys certainly showed that- but I wanted to help Bells, somehow.

      "It just... It felt different this time. Not really real, it was always real, but honest, I guess. Easy. I don't know how to say it," she told me, pulling away slightly.

      I shook my head. "You don't have to explain." I would never admit this, but I don't think I could've ever understood. I mean, I got hiding certain things, bad things, that happened in your relationship, but not the small fights. Maybe it was because every time I had ever had a fight with a guy I was dating, I had always just avoided them, instead of pretending. I didn't know why Clark and Bells did that, but I don't think I will ever really understand, no matter how much she explains it to me.

      "I think I'm going to call Blake," Bells suddenly declared after a long bit of silence. I blinked rapidly, almost not understanding what she had said. Blake? Where had that come from? I mean, yeah, he was interested in her, but I thought she wouldn't think of him like that since she was with Clark. Oh god, I didn't want to think this, but what if Bells was using Blake as a rebound? Bells wasn't that kind of person, but love and heartbreak can make people act out of character.

      "Why?" I asked slowly, foolishly hoping it was for some reason like just wanting to ask for a book back, though that wouldn't make sense since it was summer, and they didn't go to the same college or study the same major. I didn't want to see Bells do something like this, because of a fight with Clark, I knew that she wouldn't normally. I couldn't really stop her, though. I knew Blake liked her and if Bells called him, there wasn't really anything stopping them from going out.

      Maybe they'll be happy. Maybe Bells will be able to see him as something more than a rebound, I tried to convince myself. If she's even using him as a rebound in the first place. You don't know if she is for sure.

      Except that the moment she chooses to call him just so happens to be after a fight with Clark, A voice in the back of my mind nagged.

      I wasn't exactly friends with Blake, but I didn't want to see him get hurt if Bells went back to Clark. And I didn't want to see Bells feeling guilty for using Blake like that. But I also didn't want to see them both upset when being together could make them really happy.

      "Because," Bells said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "I want a chance at a normal relationship. One that doesn't need to appear so perfect all the time. I can't keep going back to Clark. I need to move on, and I had fun with Blake last week." When I didn't reply, she sighed and stood up. "I know you might not approve, and I know maybe this isn't right, but I need some kind of closure from all of that." Then she walked to her room and shut the door, leaving one word ringing through my mind.

      Closure.

      It wasn't hard to guess that while Clark made her happy, he also tore her down. That they're past was hurting her. I got that she wanted to move on, and I guess, I was glad that she was trying. Maybe it is best to move on from the past.

      I sighed and pulled my phone from my pocket, along with a napkin that had been given to me two days ago. I slowly entered the numbers written on it and tried to talk myself out of it as a ringing filled my ear. I didn't really want to do this. But if refusing to talk about it, preventing closure was hurting him as much as Clark and the past was hurting Bells, well, then I had to.

      "Hello?" Too late to back out now.

      I gulped. "Jared? I think I'm ready to talk."

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