invisible string • Gracie Abrams

033 no love

"oh come on they couldn't tell he's a decoy, i literally put quotes around the word boyfriend," charlotte rolled her eyes. "well at least our couples interview tomorrow will probably be cancelled. sorry GQ."

gracie brought her knees up to her chest, resting her head on them as she glanced down to charlottes phone, "you deleted the tweets right?"

"i did— i did not," she realized and pulled out her phone, opening twitter for the first time in a couple hours and going straight to her account, taking one last look at the thread before deleting the pictures. "wouldn't matter if i did or not, literally everyone's seen it. oh shit."

"what?" sadie asked.

charlotte looked to gracie in sadness, "you've never even... no one even knew you like girls other than me and our friends. you didn't even get to properly come out."

gracie nodded, "was kinda looking forward to whenever i felt ready to do it, but y'know if alex wants to do it himself."

"i'm so sorry baby," charlotte gently said, walking to gracie so she could wrap her arms around her and rest her head on top of hers.

"me too, that fucking sucks," sadie said, rubbing gracie's arm.

charlotte opened her mouth to speak, however, she was interrupted by a sudden pounding on sadie's front door.

"probably matthew," sadie said, getting up to open the door. but when she did it was not in fact matthew who would politely and peacefully walk through the door. instead it was olivia, bounding insight like a freight train and knocking into sadie. "what the fuck—"

"gracie, charlotte!" olivia let out once her eyes landed on the two, pouncing up to them and wrapping her arms around them. "oh my god, i'm so sorry for what happened are you guys okay?"

"okay how did you know they were here and how did you get to my house?" sadie asked in utter confusion.

"oh, i tracked gracie's location on my phone and drove here the second i woke up to everything," olivia casually said.

"okay then," sadie nodded and sat back down.

"how'd it happen, cause i know damn well charlotte would not tweet that stuff," olivia said, stealing a bite of charlottes pancake.

"it was alex. he stole my phone and tweeted it all, i don't even know how he got in through my password," charlotte saltily said. "he was at fallon last night with justin bieber because apparently they're friends, and while i was on he took it out my dressing room."

"where does alex live?" olivia asked.

"i already asked that," sadie sighed, "but what're we supposed to do, i mean everyone already knows."

"nothing we can do," charlotte answered. "i don't even wanna go to my premiere this weekend, i mean matthew was supposed to be my date. and there's no way my parents would let me go with gracie since they're going to be there."

"speaking of your parents..." gracie said, looking up at charlotte who was still attached to her. "have you checked their texts?"

charlotte tapped open her phone and clicked on the notifications which led tens of messages to appear on her screen, some of which were paragraphs, mostly from her father. but there was one that stood out:

i told jude to bring you over to our house tonight. we will speak to you then.

she showed that text to gracie who cringed, "shit."

"what about yours?"

gracie checked her messages, showing charlotte a similar one.

come to the house at 4, no excuses.