Once Upon A Time

"You know, in a way I kinda feel like Hannah Montana."


2. Twitter Messaging

Hey peoples. It's a me.


Here's chapter 2.

Still a flashback

"Bella," I groan as she ignores me again. "Bella!" I say louder and I eventually hit her leg making her jump and her headphones slide down around her neck.

"What? I was busy." She says looking back at her laptop screen. The bitch.

"Yeah? Doing what?" I ask and she looks down as her cheeks get red.


"Bella. If mom were here she would call bullshit before those words even left your mouth." I say and she laughs.

"Okay. Yeah you're right. But that doesn't mean you have to be nosey." She says crossing her arms and turning the chair to look at me.

I shrug. "It's in my name. My middle name to be exact. Holiday nosey Hamilton." I say making her shake her head and turn back to her laptop without saying a word to me. "Love me Isabella!! What even are you doing?" I say and as I grab her leg from laying down on my bed.

She groans and looks at me. "I'm on YouTube." She says and I raise an eyebrow. "Watching YouTube videos before you even ask." She adds and I chuckle before getting up off the bed.

I walk out into the living room and to the kitchen.

Bella is over almost all the time. Like, it's hard to get her to go home most times. We've been friends sense she was 6 and I was 8. She younger than me but not by much.

I grab a water bottle as Bella comes down stairs staring at her phone. "Well shoot." She mumbles but loud enough for me to hear her.

I close the cap on my water bottle and lean against the table. "What?"

"I gotta go." She says putting her phone in her back pocket as she grabs her sweater from the couch and her laptop. "Mom wants me home. Josh is coming home." She tells me smiling.

I jump to sit on the table. "Well, tell your brother I say hi and welcome back to hell." I grin and she laughs shaking her head slipping her shoes on.

"You're an ass Holiday." She chuckles before leaving. I close the door behind her laughing.

I head back up to my room and open my laptop and go to twitter.

I realize that I have a new notification and I tilt my head to the side.

"Who the fuck-?" I click it and see it's from some guy named Christopher Jackson? Who??

I shrugs and follow him back. It's only the nice thing to do.

Just as I follow back a message shows up in my inbox. "Hey are you Holiday Hamilton?"

I raise my eyebrows. "Well yes. Last time I checked."

"You were mentioned to me and I was just wondering who you were."

Okay talk about confusing.

"By who?" I type.

Never mind nothing important."

What the actual fuck.

I close twitter and sigh. People are fucking weird.

I see I have another message and I smile. It's from my friend Alex.

"Hey love how's it going?"

I blush and type back. "Nothing much, bella just left. How about you?"

"Nothing really. Just at work. Bored."

I nod my head even though he can't see me. "Yeah I'd be bored to. Remind me where you work again?"

"Sorry love you know I can't tell you. Rules."

Rules. Ah yes.

I sigh. "Right. Sorry. Forgot."

"Don't feel bad, I would tell you if I could." He types and I sigh sadly.

Yeah. I haven't heard that one before.

"We've been friends for such a long time and yet you barely tell me anything and I barley know you." I type out and I feel my heart squeeze.

I've never even seen his face.

"Wait what? Okay yeah I'm an asshole but I'm for real here." I laugh but it's a dry laugh.

"Alex, I don't understand why we talk.... like we're never going to meet." I hesitate over the send button.

I click send and he reads it right away.

"Okay. Fine."

My eyes tear up a little and I feel my heart crack.

"Okay." I send and I put my face in my hands but I don't cry.

I get the dinging sound it makes when I have a message and I slowly look up and click on his name.

My eyes light up as I read the two words that will change everything I've ever known about Alex- even though I barley knew him to begin with.

"Let's meet."

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