(Devon's POV)

It's been about six months since Brandon left.

I wake up to no one in bed with me. I frown, remembering Alex is now sleeping in her bed. I get up, remembering the events from yesterday. Let's just hope the Paparazzi don't turn that into something it's not.

I throw on some skinny jeans, a black V-neck and combat boots. I walk downstairs, whistling to myself. I stop when I hear my name on the TV.

"Devon Swift caught! It looks like she kissed a lifeguard yesterday at the beach. Has Devon really changed? Or is she lying! It supposedly looks like she kissed the lifeguard on the lips, full on!"

My jaw drops at the picture. Are you serious? This isn't happening. What the hell?

"Devon?" Alex voice cracks. I turn to face her.

"Babe, don't believe them. I'd never cheat on you. I promise." I plead, hoping she won't believe them.

"T-that picture looks v-very believable." Tears are now falling from her eyes.

"Alex!" My voice cracks. "Please."

When Alex doesn't say anything, I let the tears fall. Skylar was there that day, along with Kai. I kissed her on the cheek because I had a wipeout and she saved my fucking life. But of course, the Paparazzi don't get that on camera, do they?

"Y-You lied to me," She whispers. "I believed that you changed. BUT YOU FUCKING LIED! I-I'm done."

My heart drops and breaks. Here we go again, back at square 1; single. I grab my car keys, running out of the house. Tears stream down my face as the Paparazzi take pictures.

"ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY?" I shout at them, making them stop and record. "YOU JUST RUINED MY GOD DAMN FUCKING LIFE! I WAS HAPPY FOR ONCE. I WAS FUCKING HAPPY! I LOVE ALEX AND YOU JUST TOOK HER AWAY FROM ME!"

Tears blur my vision as I get in my car. I wipe my tears away, driving out of the driveway, not caring if I hit the sons of bitches. They ruined my life.

I drive and drive all the way back to my old penthouse, which I still own. I slam the door once I get there. Once I get to my penthouse, I open the door, leaving it open.

I'm angry. I'm upset. I'm heartbroken. I'm sad. I'm exhausted. I'm vivid. I'm infamous. I'm dead. I'm emotionless.

I look through the closest, finding a bat. Tears stream down my face as I swing the back, hitting the walls. My breathing becomes heavy as I continue to swing the back.

I let out a scream as I continue to smash things. I take a vase and throw it at the wall. It shatters and fall to the floor. I walk out on the balcony, seeing the Paparazzi filming up at me.

"FUCKING ASSHOLES!" I shout, crying my eyes out. I walk back inside, grabbing another vase. I throw it outside, hoping it hits one - but it doesn't.

I then remember the ring in my pocket. I take it out, my hands shaking. I open the velvet box, remembering that I was going to propose to her.

I storm out of my penthouse, leaving the door wide open. As I walk outside, I stop.

"You see this?" I say in a calm voice, showing the box. "I was going to fucking propose to her. But you assholes just had to ruin it all."

I shake my head as I hear gasps. I climb in my car, tears brimming in my vision. Since she won't take me back, what's the point of staying? Huh? Answer that. I know for a fact she won't stay with me anymore.

My phones rings. I look over to see Skylar blowing me up. I take my phone, rolling down the window, I throw it out of the window. Cars run over it, breaking it. I park in front of a 7/11.

Fuck this, I'm single and I have nothing to live for. Fuck the music. Fuck everyone. I buy myself a pack of beer and cigarettes. I light a cigarette as I begin to drive away. As I stop at a red light, I grab a bottle of beer, cracking it open.

Fuck drinking and driving. (A/N: don't do that.)

Fuck the whole world. I stop at an abandon parking lot. I grab a piece of paper out of the center and a pen. I start scribbling something down. After I finish, I drive back to the old house. I quickly put the velvet box and note in the mailbox before driving off.

Call me overreacting, but I know nobody will believe me. The fans won't believe, nobody will. Only the witnesses, which are Skylar and Kai.

I drive off to gods know where, but I'm leaving this town. I drive off with a cigarette in my mouth.

(Alex's POV) (A/N: FINALLYYY)

It's been a couple of days since we've heard from Devon, and to say I'm worried is an understatement. We searched her penthouse, which was completely trashed.

Even though I'm mad at her, I'm still worried about her. I'm upset and pissed the fuck off. Lauren has been comforting me through all of this.

"Guys! Come here!"

I walk downstairs in one of Devon's sweatshirts. Ryan holds a velvet box and a note.

"It's from Devon." Ryan says, making me snatch it out of his hands.

I open the note, reading it aloud.

"Dear Family,

I'm sorry to inform you that I have left - for good. I destroyed my phone, so please don't waist your time calling me. I know you guys won't forgive me, and even if you would, now I'm pretty sure you won't now. I'm a coward, I'm weak. I run from my problems, which proves my coward-ness.

Ryan, thank you for being a fatherly figure to me. I'll miss your breakfast and your comforting words. I hope the best for you and Ivy. I hope you have a great wedding, and I wish I could be there for it. I love you.

Leon, oh Leon. I love you and your corny jokes. I'll miss the way you'd mock everyone and sass everyone. I'll miss your gayness and your sense of fashion. Thanks for being the best brother ever, I love you.

Ivy, thank you for bringing happiness to Ryan. I'm glad that you're his fiancé. He's a really really good guy. Uhm, thank you for being there for Alex. Love you.

Skylar, thank you. Thank you for everything. From the time you took me and gave me a new life. Thank you for believing in me. And I know you'll probably hate me, but I'll always love you and your pranks. Thank you for giving me a second chance at life, I love you.

Kai, I'll miss you. I'm glad I met you in that tree that day. You treated me like a normal person and not like some crazed fan. I'm glad I met you because you make Skylar happy, treat her right, I love you.

Emily. Emily you are the strongest person I know. I hope that you stay clean and do not relapse. Remember you are so strong, no matter what. I love you and your scars, because you're beautiful.

Reagan. Reagan, thank you for treating Emily right and giving her happiness. Please do NOT ever leave her. You are one of the kindest people I know, don't forget that.

Raven. Raven, thank you for taking lead in the band. I'm actually glad that you did. They have a great singer and a great leader now. Thank you for helping me through my tough times.

Fifth Harmony. You girls are hilarious. Don't stop being you, because you're worth it ;). Uh, I hope you the best of success. Lauren, I'm personally sorry for breaking your heart. I hope you can find someone who treats you right.

Bea. Bea, you better treat Leon good. Because he is my gay best friend. Even if he's not dating a guy, he's totally gay. Best of success.

The best for last, Alex. Where do I even begin? I love you so much, yeah, that's a great start. I know at first I wasn't the kindest person. I was insecure and I had built my walls up so high. But no one has ever made me so happy before, except you. I love you so so much. I know you won't forgive me after this, but what's the point when you weren't going to forgive me anyways? Please do not cry over me, you're too pretty to cry. I love you with all of my heart. And in that box? I was going to propose to you. I love you, so much.

Best of luck, I love you all,

Your favorite Little Rock-Star, Devon."

By now, we're all in tears. I open the box, my hands shaking. Tears form in my eyes as I look in the box. She was going to propose. She bought this diamond ring, for me. And I accused her of cheating.

~~~

uh, talk about sad, right?

I just felt like I had to end it on this note.

Don't worry, there will be an epilogue! :)!

I feel like an asshole for doing this, though. And the only time it's Alex's POV is at the end. Lmao. I'm an ass.

~Grace.