Zoey's pov
"So what do you think of Jace?" I ask Charlotte over our Skype call. We've been skyping at least four times a week.
"I don't like him," Charlotte says, gritting her teeth together.
"You're lying," I say, a smile on my lips.
"What?" She exclaims, her voice higher, "I am not. Why would I be interested in that idiot?"
"I don't know. But you gritted your teeth. You always grit your teeth when you lie. And then, your voice got higher," I say, still grinning. It's about time Charlotte got a crush. She always teases me about Peyton, now I can tease her about Jace.
"I do not," she denies. I raise an eyebrow.
"Alright fine. Maybe, Jace is a little cute. But that's it. Besides, we couldn't date anyway," she tells me.
"And why can't you?" I ask, getting worried.
"Because, Lord forbid, but if anythinong were to happen between you and Peyton, we'd be taking sides and arguing," Charlotte explains.
I roll my eyes, "Peyton and I will work out any possible problems and keep you and Jace put of it."
"I still don't want to," she whines.
"Too late. I just texted him that you like him," I lie.
"What!" Charlotte yells. She jumps up and knocks her laptop on the floor, "Why the hell would you do that?"
"I'm just joking. Calm down," I laugh. Charlotte glares at me, trying to keep the smile off of her face.
"Not funny," she complains. But she eventually joins in my laughing.
"Zoey! Be quiet! It's three in the morning!" Calum yells from the next room over.
"Go back to bed!" I shout back. Charlotte giggles.
"I've got to let you go. I'll talk to you tomorrow," I promise her.
"Alright. Bye Zoey," Char says, waving.
"Bye Char." I click the end call button and shut down my laptop. I put it on my nightstand, then close my eyes, already drifting off to sleep.
"Good morning," Ashton greets, as I walk into the main part of our hotel suite.
"Morning," I mutter, rubbing my eyes. I walk over to the couch, where Michael was playing on his phone, and sit down beside him.
"Hey Zoey," he says, closing out of Twitter.
"Hey Mikey. Did you tell the boys yet?" I question. His smile fades a little bit. He shakes his head no.
"You have to," I persist. He shakes his head no again.
"Fine," I say, "I'll do it like you did it." He looks at me, confused.
"Hey Michael, don't you have something to tell the boys?" I ask loudly. Calum, Luke, and Ashton all turn to face us.
"Uh, I started writing a new song," Michael blurts out.
"Michael Gordon Clifford! You promised," I remind him. Michael winces. Then he slowly pulls off his bracelets.
"Mikey? Wha-" Luke stop short after he sees the line draw across Michael's wrist.
"It was your blade, not Zoey's, wasn't it?" Calum asks softly. Michael nods, then puts his bracelets back on.
"I'm sorry guys," Michael says softly, looking down. I hug him. So do the other three.
"Just talk to us next time, Michael," Ashton says. Mikey nods, a smile appearing on his lips.
