Love Is A Crazy Ride [Jonas Brothers Love Story] (Chapter three)

While they were going to Grace's house, Hope looked at the gauze that was on Faith's forehead. "Uh, Faith? What happened to your head?"
Faith touched the gauze. "Oh, I, uh, I um, I slipped on, uh, slipped on a wash cloth! Yeah, I slipped on a washcloth and banged my head while I getting my stuff together."
"Oh-kay..." Hope replied, totally confused
They pulled up to Grace's apartment building and climbed to the second floor. Grace unlocked the door, and Faith & Hope ran straight into the bedroom and locked the door.
"Don't break anything!" she yelled after them

*Grace POV*
I laughed as Faith and Hope ran passed and into my room. "Don't break anything!" I yelled after them. I went into the kitchen and pulled out a Vitamin Water. (me~those things are actually good)
RIIIIIING RIIIIIING RIIIIING
"Hello?"
"Hey babe, how's it goin'?"
"Oh, hey Taylor. What's up?"
"Nothing. I just wanted to hear your beautiful voice."
"Aw, you're sweet. But I'm still not gonna go out with you!"
"Why not, Gracie?"
"First, NEVER call me 'Gracie'. Second, you're not my type."
"You told me you never had a type!"
"When?!"
"Last semester at Wendy's. We went to lunch after work and we were discussing our past relationships. And you said that you wouldn't reject anyone!"
"Oh, right...Well, in that case...Can I take a raincheck? I'm leaving for New York tonight and won't be back until the day before school starts."
"I'd wait till the end of time for you, Grace."
"Oh my gosh, Taylor! You are so sweet!"
"I try."
"Well, I gotta go pack, so I'll see you at work?"
"Yeah, we'll set everything up then."
"Okay, see you then. Bye!"
"Bye." -click- "I love you."
'He really is a sweet guy,' I said to myself. 'But he's my best friend! I don't think of him as a boyfriend for me,' I argued myself. 'Then why did you say you'd go on a date with him?' My heart argued. 'What else could I have told him?' My brain asked.
"Ugh, shut up!" I said aloud
I walked into the bathroom and closed the door, making sure it was locked. I pulled up my long sleeves and took off my bracelets to reveal the faint scars on my wrist, and a few scabs. I went to my medicine cabinet and pulled, from the back, the Exact-O knife. I braced myself and lightly pressed the cool metal blade to my skin and pushed ever so slightly. Once the blade broke through the first few layers of skin and blood started trickling out, I swiftly cut through the rest of my wrist. The pain was not as bad as it used to be. It used to hurt so bad that she would be in tears. Now it just hurt. It was like bumping your funny bone...it hurt, but it didn't bring her to tears.

*Third person*
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Grace dropped the Exact-O knife. "Grace? You in there" asked Faith in a sick voice
"Yeah, I'll be out in a minute. You feeling okay?" Grace replied, putting the knife back and getting everything cleaned up
"I'm fine," Faith replied...'Is she drunk?' Grace asked herself. 'Nah, she's only 14!'
Grace bandaged up her arm, put her bracelets back on [stinging her freshly cut arm], and pulled down her sleeves. She flushed the toilet and washed her hands for affect. Then she opened the door.
"Faith?" she asked
"Grace," Faith replied, wobbling toward her. "I jssst wann to telll you that I luuve you."
"Uh, Faith? Are you sure you're okay?" asked Grace, steadying Faith against the wall
"I'm fine!" Faith replied in a higher pitched voice
"How about you come and lay down on my bed?" Grace suggested, leading Faith to her room
"NO! Hopestill (me~ yes, that's one word) working on your outfit," said Faith, blocking Grace
"Oh right, how 'bout the couch? Do you want to lay on the couch?" Grace asked
"Shuure!" Faith replied, practically skipping to the couch, and almost falling flat on her face
Grace got Faith settled and looked at the clock: 12:41pm. 'Okay, our flight is at 5:45, so we have to be at the airport 4:30, so we have to leave here by 4:10 and no later,' Grace said to herself. She walked back to the kitchen and drank her Vitamin Water until Hope came out carrying Grace's outift in a garment bag.
"All done?" Grace asked
Hope smiled. "Yes, ma'am!" She looked over at Faith. "Did she seem a little off to you?"
Grace nodded. "Yeah, she did. She almost acted...drunk..."
"Maybe she was just tired. She was the first one up," replied Hope, getting a Dr. Pepper out of the fridge
"Hm, maybe," was Grace's reply. "I'm guessing we're hanging out here until we go?"
"That's fine with me. Do you have anything to eat?" replied Hope, looking in Grace's small pantry.
"I have some Mac 'N Cheese," Grace replied, standing up and walking over
"Sweet!! Let's have that for lunch!" said Hope excitedly
Grace laughed. "Sometimes I wonder if you really are 16 years old," she said
"Hm, it varies from day to day," replied Hope, smiling innocently, preparing the Mac 'N Cheese.