Unknown Number (3)
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What happens when Charlotte Windsor gets a text from an Unknown Number and it turns out to be Justin Bieber?
•Started 16/03/2017
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18 January 2018
• C H A R L O T T E •
Char🥀 Bestie, I'm back at the apartment. Where you at? 💛💛
Sam✨ Hey bub, I'm at Dean's parents' house. His mom started chemo yesterday and it's tough. Not sure when I'll be back to the apartment. Maybe tomorrow to pack an overnight bag with more clothes
Char🥀 Omg ☹️☹️☹️☹️ let everyone know I'm praying for them. I'm here if you need anything, okay? ❤️
Sam✨ Thanks, C.
Sam✨ Good luck with work on Monday. You got this ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Char🥀 I love you, bitch 😩
Sam✨ Love you more hoe 💛
I felt so empathetically pained for Dean, his family and Sam. I'm choosing to hold onto the faith and desperate hope that Dean's mom will, once again, kick Cancer in the butt - this time for good.
I knew I couldn't wallow in concern right now. I can't let this turn me into a sick wreck, not when Monday is one of the most important days of my life yet. I have three days until I enter the working world officially. I won't lie, but I am actually excited. It's a dream-come-true. Yes, my overthinking nature and inherent paranoia is making my fear of the novelty of a first day at a new job flare up. But, this weekend will be a good opportunity to wring out any residual drops of doubt and tension. Sorry to revert back to this topic but on Saturday, we're going to visit Dean and his mom.
Tomorrow Justin and I are spending the day with Jeremy, Jaxon and Alfredo while they're in town.
I unpacked my suitcase from the trip and slowly settled back into my bedroom. It felt like ages since I'd slept in my own bed. The apartment was so quiet; it was relaxing to have time to myself.
My phone buzzed against my disheveled duvet. Then it buzzed again. And again and again. I sat down and picked it up. The girls.
