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Chapter 33- Crutched

(A/N: OH MYS DKNANSNSJSHABQB 1K READS OMFG UEKSJS GUYS I AM CRYING YOU GUYS MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND THATS SO RARE BC I AM A MESS OMG ILY GUYS SO SO MUCH IF YOU EVER FEEL WORTHLESS I AM HERE. THIS IS THE HAPPIEST IVE BEEN IN A WHILE THANK YOU GUYS ILY SO MUCH ALSO RIP MEGAN & HER FAMILY, It's just so tragic that someone would do that. I'm still in awe by this infamous accident. Rip Megan and her family <3)

Taylor's eyes filled with tears. "Me and Shawn are leaving," he stated as he wiped his tears and left the door.

"Uhm bye guys!" Shawn waved awkwardly. This is by far the worst week of my life. Well one of the weeks.

The worst week of my life was when my dad (Max) was really depressed. He talked about how what a failure he was, how he never really accomplished anything. He nearly killed himself, but he got the help he needed. Seeing Max like that really breaks my heart.

The second worst week of my life was when Kin died. I'll sugarcoat this because it's really bad, like really bad. I remember it was a rainy day just like yesterday, and we were going to get her a new guitar because she finally saved up for one. We both called shot gun at the same time, but I let her get it because, I don't know I was stupid. Because I let her get shotgun, she was effected most in the car accident. A drunk driver hit us just like yesterday, and I sat where Kin sat, just in a new car. Why didn't I die?

The third worst week of my life was when Blake cheated on me. Having someone tell me that my boyfriend cheated on me is just plain embarrassing. Everyone talked about it. Yeah, Blake and I are friends now, but I was humiliated. Very badly.

This week, I-- I forgot Cameron was still here. In fact, right in front of my face... "Are you okay? It's been like 30 seconds," he smiled.

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking again..." I trailed off. I've always had a habit of never finishing my sentences, and it's not a good habit to have.

"I don't like when you think," he frowned. Oh yeah, I lied to my boyfriend. I never told him. I never told him that he's dating a mess that almost committed suicide the other day. Suicidal. I never liked that term. I'm thinking again... "You're thinking, tell me. You can tell me," he pleaded.

"No I can't," I glared. I couldn't, I simply could not.

"Why? You could tell me anything. Did you eat today?" He asked worryingly and held my hands.

I sighed, "I don't remember. I think I did. But I can't tell you everything. And I can tell you, but I choose not to."

He complained and complained. "I'm scared. You're scaring me. Tell me please. I want to make sure you're okay," he scowled.

"If I scare you, why are you dating me?" Did I really just say that? It came out. I couldn't handle it.

"Are you okay? And I love you. For who you are," he smiled.

"I love you," I beamed lightly. Why was I depressed? Someone loved me. A lot, for who I was. Isn't that what everyone wants? Questions to think about...

*Cameron's POV*

I'm in trouble, I'm addicted to this girl. She's got my heart tied in a knot and my stomach in a whirl. I normally wouldn't listen to romantic songs, but this one, I actually can't stop listening to.

She loved me. I loved her. I've been happy lately. Too happy. Hm.

Today is February 8. I needed to back to school and I think Noelle went back as well. I hope her day goes okay, she's had a pretty tough week.

I was in such a good mood. I was seeing Nash today and I just felt generally happy. What's this feeling called? Oh yeah, thankful. I'm thankful for everything. MagCon, my friends, my fans, my girlfriend, and everything.

*Noelle's POV*

My mind is a very dark place. This is-- everything is going bad.

It's 5pm and Taylor's been ignoring me, the whole week. Today was now Saturday and Cameron wanted to take me shopping.

His car pulled up in front of my house and I was on my way to his car. He got out of his car to help me and it made me realize how much I couldn't wait to get rid of these crutches. I liked to be independent and not rely on others.

We ate food and sat down. "When I told you to stop wearing your 'long socks,' I didn't mean it literally," he frowned. I then looked down at my leggings... what has happened this whole week? I smiled back at him, not knowing what else to say.

I know "crutched" isn't a word, but let's use it in this case. I crutched my way over to Urban Outfitters, still barely talking to Cameron. "It looks like you need help. You're so cute," he said as he tried to help me. I really didn't want to be rude, but I didn't need his help. "Are you mad at me?"

"No," I answered. He wasn't the problem.

We walked into Urban Outfitters and some people immediately recognized Cameron. They all mobbed him asking for a picture, and I just stood there. I crutched away feeling incredibly awkward. This is what my life has resulted in.

After, Cam apologized for everything though it wasn't his fault. Then, I told him to drop me off at my school, I wanted to see the tennis practice.

He didn't kiss me goodbye, he just waved. Was our relationship in jeopardy? What have I done?

Ah, tennis. Something that makes me happy and that will always be there. I crutched to the bench then sat. Sadie, one of my aquaintences on the team came up to me. "How you have ya been Noelle? We miss you playing. But you've been on tour or something and now you broke your leg right?" She asked. She was really perky and super popular. I had to admit she was a little bit annoying, but she was just being nice. But she made my life seem it was that bad. I needed to play again. I missed it too much.

"Yeah. How were the past few games?" I asked her wondering what had I missed.

"We won our last two, but the most recent one, Crocker, we can't beat them! We need you Noe!" She exclaimed. Oh Sadie, how I wish.

"Well I don't want Coach Liz to get mad at you, so go do your thing," I smiled. She agreed and left.

Watching them play, put me in an even worse mood. The fact that I can't do something that makes me happy hurts. Especially watching other people do what you'd like to do too.

I crutched outside, I wanted to cry. Nicole was right, maybe I am a baby. But crying is a sign that you are alive, am I right? I crutched my way over to the bench that was slightly wet, but I didn't care. It was sprinkling making me want to put my hood up. I put my hood up, crutches to the side, and sobbed.

I buried my head into my hands. Letting it out is good, I thought. I was startled when someone sat next to me. Who would sit next to me? Especially at a time like this?

I rose my head slowly looking who it was. "Are you okay?" It was Taylor, and it looked like he'd been crying too.

(A/N: Yay! Also, many of you have noticed i've gained many votes! But before i end this chap i'd just like to say you should write a book because you want to do it. not for fame or for anything else. do it for your own interest. that's all i have to say k lov u ppl you all can do amazing things sometimes. ily<3)