Rose's POV:

The second we get to the hotel room, we crash onto the queen-size bed. Not even bothering to change. My dreams are once again, filled with the blue-eyed man I've come to love. That's right, love. Even though I know that the feeling will never be returned, it is wonderful to be in love. Blissful and just overall, perfect. What I wouldn't give for him to feel the same way, however, some things in life, just aren't meant to be.

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Today I am getting my quote, "big" surprise. After a small breakfast at the restaurant in the hotel, we head back to the car, and closer to the surprise.

"Can't you just tell me?" I whine for what feels the hundredth time today.
Chloe snicker, and rolls her eyes, while shaking her head no. Always the girly girl out of the two of us, she's down up with lipstick and a skirt, something I could never pull of.

Fifteen minutes of driving later, and what feels like us listening to Sleeping with Sirens, "If you were a movie, this would be your soundtrack" to the millionth time, the car stops in front of a house. I frown, where are we?

Answering my non-verbal question, the door to the house we're in front of opens, and out piles all of Black Veil Brides and Sammi Doll. I shriek with joy and astonishment, jumping out of the car, and holding a hand to my mouth to stifle any further screams. The laugh, and rush over to us, crushing us in a group hug.

"Missed ya too Rosie," CC grins, ruffling my hair, to which I scowl and attempt to bite him.
The others laugh as CC runs behind Andy for protection. I smile at Andy, walking over to him and hugging him, along with the others.

I turn to my best friend after hugging everyone, "so, was this your evil scheme all along? Taking me to see my favourite people in the world? Since if so, I strongly suggest you work on improving the 'evil' aspect." She shoves me lightly and grins widely, "you're no fun! Can't I just be nice? Besides, I thought I was your favourite person in the world!"

Ashley wraps an arm around my shoulder, "yes! Becoming one of Rose's favourite people is no officially off of my bucket list! My life is complete!" I shake my head in disbelief at his idiocy, oh Ashley.

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We decided, since it was still early, we would head down to the beach. The guys don't really go that much, since they live there, but when you live in San Francisco, where the summer is as cold as the winter, the beach seems amazing!

Chloe and I decided to just go back to our hotel to quickly get ready, and then meet back at the house. Sammi wanted to come with us and help us pick out bikinis. I didn't argue, but I still thought it was weird.

Sammi lay on the bed,her feet in the air, watching as I pulled my Black Veil Brides t-shirt over my head.
"You know, I think Andy really likes you." I give her a confused look, and furrow my eyebrows, "you mean as friend right? Yeah he's pretty cool." She shakes her head, as she sits up, "no, well yeah, but not entirely like that. I've seen the way he looks at you, and you at him. Instant chemistry. I've never seen him like that with any of his past girlfriends, not even Juliet."

The mention of Juliet brings a knot to the pit of my stomach. He has a girlfriend, how could I foget that?

"You know, saying things out loud is a nasty habit. And in case you didn't know, which I'm assuming you didn't," my cheeks redden in embarrassment at speaking my thoughts. "They broke up." I swear, the moment she said that, fireworks ignited in my heart, and my stomach began doing backflips, the good kind.

"They did?" I choke out through my state of shock.
She nods her head, a coy smile playing on her lips, "you know what that means? Go get 'em girl! Get in their!"

Chloe springs onto the bed between us, joining Sammi in her cheering. I feel my cheeks burn, and stand up and rush to the bathroom. Locking it to try and block out their annoying chanting and giggling. Looking in the reflection like I've done so many times before, I sigh, running my fingers over my fading scars.

Going farther down my arm, and onto my hip, I move my bikini bottom away from my flesh, so the word is displayed. A word I cut so deep to keep it there forever, nearly killing myself in the process, but relying on it to contain my sanity.

The word "ugly" is forever etched into my skin, like a tattoo done in red ink.

Notes

So yeah.
A double update to make up for the horrible chapter before hand.

It's weird but my favourite part of this chapter is actually the last sentence, which is kind of disturbing, but also remotely truthful. I feel like we all have scars done either by others or ourselves on our minds, (usually negative words) and actually having a hateful word on our bodies eliminates the mental damage that follows with bullying. I myself have dealt and sometimes struggle with self-harm, and the idea of wanting to inflict pain upon our own bodies is surreal. My scars are ugly, and I sometimes feel ashamed of them, but I know that I would rather have shed blood than deal with all the thoughts in my head. Even though they are still there, for a little bit I am allowed to escape the sea of numbness and just feel something, feel alive. Our flaws keep us alive, so writing "ugly" on your body doesn't necessarily mean you feel ugly, it just means that in order to get a reaction out of your mind, you write a so-called hurtful word.

Make sense? No? Yeah, kinda got side-tracked there... Hopefully that wash't too much for anyone!