Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey

Hot summer nights, mid - July, when you and I were forever wild.

It had been a week since Avery woke up, 11 days since the accident. She's completely fine now, as if nothing had happened. She invited me to move back in and we're becoming closer than ever. "I'm always going to be here. No matter what you say to try and push me away I'll always hold your hair back whilst you throw up. I'm your sister, Pear" Avery had told me when I apologised to her.

I later apologised to everyone about the mistakes I made over the passed month. The video of me has been removed from all social media platforms. MAD reached out to let me know I will still be welcomed with open arms. Now things in my life were starting to look a lot better.

A couple days ago, Jameson and I got to talking and we decided we would try to reconcile our relationship. So we're back together again. 

I lay in his bed, wearing his hoodie that he gave me. He is still asleep. "I love you." I whisper, knowing he can't hear me, I stroke his cheek gently, watching his bare chest lift up and down as he breathes. 

But early attendance for College starts August 11th. And today is August 2nd. Summer is almost over so I need to make the most of it while I still can.

Jameson and I have been inseparable ever since we got back together, it feels like we're at the honeymoon stage of our relationship when we just can't get enough of each other. Which is weird considering we've been together before. 

"Hey Eiffel Tower.. You want a game of chess?" Jameson asks. "Sorry Dickhead. Chess is just about the only game I cannot play." I reply, patting his cheek with a smile. 

"You're just scared I'll beat you." He smirks. His hand on the small of my back as I lean over the railing of his balcony, watching the tiny shapes of cars drive by. 

"I don't know what any of the characters do." I shrug. "Characters?" He quotes with a laugh. "See, I'm not a chess player. Maybe some day you can teach me." I apologise.

"I hate to interrupt you two love birds but I've been sent to collect Paris for a dress fitting." Nash speaks from the doorway of Jameson's bedroom. 

"Lead the way old man." I turn around and follow Nash out Jameson's door. "Who you callin' old man." He raises a brow. 

When we are in the hallway walking towards the place i have been summoned to, I awkwardly ask him "So how's Libs?" 

He blinks, "How's Jamie?" He asks. I bite my tongue realising it's a little awkward to talk about our siblings. "You don't ask me about your sister and I won't ask you about my brother." He offers. "Yes sir." I nod.

We get to Avery's bedroom where hundreds of huge dresses are. I walk in with wide eyes. Max, Libby and Avery all sit on Avery's bed excited to see me. 

"What is going on in here?" I ask surprised. "We've all got our dresses picked out for the ball. It's your turn." Avery announces. 

"Ball?" I ask. "The charity ball. We've been talking about it all week?" Libby asks. "Don't take it personally Libs, she's been head over heals for Jameson ever since they got back together." Nash clicks his tongue.

"So a charity ball huh?" I change the topic. "Yeah, look at our dresses." Libby squeals. All three of them walk towards separate mannequins and put their heads atop the bodies. 

Max's is a sage green satin dress that isn't too big but still looks super extravagant, up the left side is a long slit.  

Libby's is a dark blue glittery gown with an excessively large skirt. 

Avery's is a lilac dress with a low cut and small flowers all over.

The dresses seem to fit their styles perfectly. 

"For you, we've been thinking either a pale pink, a peach or mauve." The stylist tells me, sticking some colour cards up to my face. 

"Pink." Grayson's voice speaks from the doorway. I turn my head towards him. He is leaning on the doorframe. 

"Why's that?" I ask, "It makes your eyes stand out." He explains. "Hmm." 

I open my mouth to reply but before I can the pink colour card is pushed into my face beside my eyes. "He's right." The stylist says.

Of course he is, he's Grayson Hawthorne.

Grayson takes Nash out of the room to talk and I watch him go. "So is everyone going to this thing? Is Jameson?" I question as the stylist starts looking through hangers with dresses. 

"Yeah he should be." Avery answers, "Well is it him you want to take you? Or someone else?" Max tries to dig.

"What do you mean? Who else?" I scrunch my nose together. "It doesn't take a faxing genius to see you're in love with his brother." She replies. The stylist starts using a measuring tape to measure every last part of me to perfection.

I look around on the desk in front of me, pick up a hairbrush and throw it at her. "Jameson is my boyfriend. I only have eyes for him." I explain. 

"Well I'm still team Graris." Max shrugs. 

"You wouldn't be saying that if you spend the night in his bed." I smirk. Libby and Avery both drop their jaws in shock by the comment. "Pear.. Are you and Jameson having sex?" Max asks with a huge grin.

"No." I tell them. "You just sleep in his bed?" Avery asks with a scoff.

"Yeah, it's so much better than anything I could ask for. He wraps his arms around me before we go to sleep. Wakes me up with a million kisses. The way his room smells just gives me this weird high. And when I wake up and just watch him breathe I just feel so safe." I feel my cheeks glowing just thinking about him.

"And even when we 'broke up' we both knew we would find our way back to each other. It was sort of just a break instead of a break up. I love him so much." I feel some happy tears falling from my eyes. 

"Awwww, Pear.." Libby smiles, reaching towards me and squeezing my hand. 

"Don't tell him I said any of that sappy shit though. I don't need him having that ego boost." I laugh wiping away my tears.

"I don't think you need to worry about any of us telling him.." Max bites back a smile and looks behind me. I furrow my brows and then when I feel two strong arms around my waist I know he heard. 

I giggle as he spins me around in the air, eventually placing me back down in front of him. He leans down and places a kiss on my cheek, "I love you.. so much." He smiles, his hand sliding down the pocket of my jeans.

"So you're coming to the ball?" He asks, "Looks like it." I smile. 

"Pick you up at 8?" He settles. I raise my brows, "Is that your way of asking me to be your date?" I ask. 

"Is that your way of saying yes?" He raises his brows, mocking my facial expressions with a smirk. 

"Because I love you, yes. But if you're one of those guys who proposes by writing on a pizza box I'm breaking up with you." I warn, point my finger in his face. 

He kisses the tip of my finger and saunters out the door again. I stay frozen in space for another moment.

"You guys make me feel so single." Max sighs. "You're literally all in relationships except me, if you feel single imagine how I feel." Avery groans.

(a/n. I'm uploading this at almost 6am. My sleep schedule is fucked. Anyway, I'm uploading a lot more frequently because I really want to get to Part 3 quickly. Also I'm noticing reads and votes and comments are all dropping recently so help a girl out and comment if you are actually reading because sometimes it feels like Kim writing to myself.)