2 Weeks Later

"Hey Mark, It's me again. You're probably really tired of my voice." I laugh softly gripping onto his hand tighter. "Buddy I need you to wake up, the past two weeks have been hell. I can't sleep, eat, and I can't even act properly." I mumble playing with the hospital bracelet on his tiny white, wrist.

"There are two weeks left of shooting the movie then we have to do photoshoots, we're going around the world for a tour. But listen munchkin, I'm not going anywhere until you're awake. I need to know that you're going to be okay, we're a team, I'm not gonna leave you."

I wipe the tear that trickles down my swollen puffy cheeks due to all the crying I've been doing these past two weeks.

"They haven't caught the people who put you in here, it's an on-going investigation, they won't tell anyone anything because it's confidential, but I think we deserve to know, don't you?" I ask knowing I'm not going to get an answer.

With a nod of my head, I place my forehead on the hospital bed and groan.

It's been two weeks since Mark's accident.

Two weeks since I've last slept, I haven't been eating properly... but no one knows that.

Chris especially doesn't know, he would kill me if he did.

Chris offered me to stay in his apartment with him due to him being scared to leave me alone.

I declined saying that it was too soon, and he replied with "I don't care."

But at the end of the day I won, I always win.

I have been spending more time at his place though, during the day and the night, but I leave to go home.

I've been spending a lot of time getting to know Chris's mom Cassandra, she is the sweetest lady I've ever met. The moment I first walked through the door she treated me like her long-lost daughter. We cooked and baked together, watched reality tv shows, gossiped about Chris, and she gave me motherly advice about everything.

A few tears ran down my face when we had to say goodbye because she had to catch a flight home, I'm going to miss her.

And if I wasn't at Chris's place I was in the studio filming, or at the hospital with Mark.

These past few weeks the fans and paparazzi have been overwhelming. Constantly following me, taking pictures of me eating, working out, and in general just trying to live my life. I've had to get a bodyguard named Paul to follow me around since the accident, he has to push and shove everyone gently when I exit the hospital, they try to crowd around me and ask me questions.

I've tried asking them to respect my privacy, and especially everyone else in the hospital, but they don't listen at all.

It's like talking to a brick wall.

Stupid, no good for anything but drama brick walls.

As for the movie we have two weeks left of shooting, then all the fun things come, photoshoots, the tour, and meets and greets.

The last scene that we have to film is a love scene and then the heartbreak one that no one likes because it hurts your heart when you watch it.

We already filmed the ending scene a long time ago, like I said before the scenes are not filmed in order due to casting.

Filming Endlessly has been a rollercoaster.

The fans are just getting started and heated with shipping me and Chris.

We can't even stand beside each other to take a picture for the movie without them freaking out. God forbid we stand beside each other, it means we're in a "relationship" to them.

I'm not going to lie, Chris and I are feeling a lot of pressure from them, they're always analyzing everything we do, I even got some death threats yesterday in the comments of my posts.

People are saying that if I'm dating Chris there going to kill me because he's theirs.

They're calling me names such as slut, bitch, whore, and a fame user. Which is so not true because I would never use Chris to grow my stardom. Besides how am I whore If I've ever been in three relationships?

Ya, I thought so...

People don't realize becoming a celebrity comes with negative things like hate, which I'm getting a lot lately. Also, people stalk you, and you can't even be in a normal relationship anymore.

That's why me and Chris decided that it's our best interests if we kept this to ourselves for longer.

However, with bad comes good.

My real fans are so supportive of me, they're sticking up for me and calling out the haters, they respect my privacy, and support everything I do.

I can never thank them enough for that.

I'm not going to lie, filming Endlessly has changed my life for the better, it's made me stronger, I've met so many amazing people, and most importantly I met Chris.

Speaking of the devil, "Hey butterfly." he says walking into Mark's hospital room.

"Hey" I repeat.

"You hungry?" he asks while hiding something behind his back.

I nod and stand up and attempt to reach for whatever he's hiding behind his back.

But of course, I fail... no surprise there.

I frown.

He shrugs and smiles at me, "What do you think it is?"

I shrug and sniff the air, smelling grease. It's definitely fast food, I think chicken?

I don't know man, I'm not a dog.

"I don't know," I say with a pout.

I know that my pouts are his weakness, it always is.

He groans and drops his head back with a wide smile on his face, "You're way too cute."

I tease, "I know," skipping towards him goofily, I wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his cheek.

"I missed you," I mumble while placing a kiss on his neck when he moves it back more towards me to do so.

He sighs, "I missed you more."

I pull away laughing, "We are not going to be that kind of couple."

"What if I want to be that kind of couple?"

"Sucks for you." I tease.

He places the KFC takeaway bag down on a desk and places his hands on his hips with a fierce look on his face, "Let's try this again, I missed you more."

I frown at him.

He frowns back.

"No I missed you more," I mumble giving up.

Seeing his smile was worth it in the end though, it brightens his face.

He looks like an angel.

With one last smile, he rips open the Kentucky bag and hands me a warp.

Cue in *Aw's*... he knows my order, wait I never told him before, how does he know?

Smiling, I ask, "How did you know their Twisters are my favourite?"

"Mark told me," Chris answers innocently, I swallow tightly not being able to find words.

"How is he?" he continues stuffing fries in his mouth.

Damn, he has a big mouth... Shut up, Lola.

"He's the same, we don't know much really," I shrug, "It's all up to him when he wakes up," I say looking down at the wrap that not too long ago I wanted to devour, but now looking at it makes me feel sick to my stomach.

I advance to wrap up the wrap with the tinfoil that it's wrapped in but Chris lighty pushes my hands away and grabs it, "Don't you dare," He looks at me sternly, "Don't think I don't know you haven't been eating, you're going to eat this." he demands.

That's hot, he's hot, everything about him is hot.

"No."

"Don't argue with me, you're going to make yourself sick." He looks at me softly, "All I'm asking is for you to eat half."

I don't want to worry him, if me eating half a damn wrap will make him happier, then I will.

I'm a softy for him, what can I say.

"Just half," I clarify.

"Just half," he repeats with a smile.

***

The minute I step out of the steaming hot shower I had after getting back from the hospital, my phone rings signalling I have a call.

I ran out of the bathroom with only a towel around my body, almost falling flat on my face due to my slippery feet.

I curse and rub my now sore head due to bonking it on the door frame trying to catch myself from falling.

Getting to my phone just on time I see the last person I thought would be calling me at this time of hour.

"Dante?" I question, confused.

He breathes out a sigh of relief, "Thank God you picked up."

"I'm about to hang up, so don't get too happy," I say as I extended my phone in front of me to hang up the call, but Dante's desperate "Wait" stops me from doing so.

"Wait?" I ask annoyed.

He desperately replies, "Listen to me for a minute please, that's all I'm asking for."

"Alright, thirty more seconds left," I say looking at the clock mounted on the wall of my bedroom.

"Wait, I need three minutes."

I scoff at his stupidity, "You're wasting your time every single second something stupid and useless comes out of your mouth, so get along with it."

He clears his throat in awkwardness, "Right, I just want to apologize for what happened a few weeks ago when I showed up at Chris's place. I was drunk and upset, I missed you and I knew you were at his place because Tyler told me. I showed up and wanted to get you back, but I was out of line." He breaths out fast, and continues, "This call isn't me trying to get you back, I just want to apologize for everything I've done, and maybe we can be friends?"

Shocked is how I feel right now, my mouth is open like a stupid fish.

Why does he sound so sincere?

Maybe I should give him another chance as my friend.

I think Chris would appreciate that since they were best friends before all the drama.

I hope Chris won't get mad at me...

"Fine we can be friends, but don't mess this up," I warn sternly.

Dante cheers on the other line of the phone, "Awesome, you won't regret this."

"I hope I don't," I mutter before hanging up.

What?

He went way over his three-minute limit, I'm a woman of my word.

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