🪩 ·˚ ༘ ┊CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE ! ˊˎ
backwards grief
( real life  )

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𖤐 — CLOVERS APARTMENT

CLOVER LOOKED OVER AT HER FRIDGE, RIDDLED WITH EMPTY SPOTS OF WHERE PICTURES OF CHRIS AND ROWEN FILLED THE SPACES she sighed , looking down at her bag

she had a full day, meetings and then photo shoots. she was finally getting back into her groove of things, and if that meant filling every second of her day until she had no time to think about anything else than so be it

she walked out of the elevator and into the parking garage where her car was, stumbling with the heavy bag hanging from the crook of her arm. after messing around trying to open her trunk she eventually realized that the keychain her and rowen shared still hang on her keys

as she stared at her half of what was a heart that read 'ride or die' clover realized that no matter how long you know someone you never know the true them. tears no longer dwelled in her eyes every time she thought of chris or rowen.

it was officially the two week mark since her birthday and she was healing. clover got in her car and began driving to her management office.

'babydoll' popped up on her car screen as she drove, aspens contact photo, which happened to be one with the redhead with her black cat shined as she pressed answer "you left your house? where are you going?" aspen asked

"i have meetings and then i have a photo shoot tonight, why what's up?" clover laughed out "no, no im just surprised, are you feeling better?" she asked, worried about her friend

"yeah, i realized i can't be sad forever, especially about some fake bitch and a man whore who probably never liked me in the first place, right?" clover asked "i mean, yes but-" she began, only to cut off again

"besides! i need to get my money up, im sick of this shit. i have to lock in again. i'm clover moore, i left home when i was sixteen to fucking move to LA and never looked back, why are two randoms stopping me?" she asked again

aspen didn't know what to say- because although in clovers mind she was getting over two people who had hurt her, she was clearly just in the second stage of grief, anger. although she seemed to have experience the others pretty well already

bargaining, depression, acceptance, anger and delusion. she was somehow experiencing them backwards. and with delusion next, a part of aspen feared for what was to become of her best friend.

"babe," she said softly "they aren't randoms. they meant a lot to you and that's okay." the redhead reminded her. clover was silent before asking the question she had been dwelling on for the past two weeks

because although rowen stung, a part of her was beginning to love chris. "how is he?" she asked softly "how is he?" aspen repeated, making sure she understood her correctly. "yeah. has he gone back to being a whore?"

"matt said he's worse.. he's barely left his own room other than to film and eat.." she said softly. clover shook her head "yeah- well... whatever! i don't care" she scoffed "you're a terrible liar, clo" aspen laughed

"uhh, i'm not lying!" clover laughed out, leaning her head back as she parked her car "babe i'm just saying, you do suck at lying. and it's okay to care about him- you lo-" "don't say that." clovers tone suddenly turned dark, and stern

"clover, stop. we can't keep acting like yall never existed! especially when im dating his literal brother" aspen sighed "i can't have loved him. if i loved him than that means that i am hurt more than i already am. it means my heart will break again" she groaned, smacking the steering wheel

aspen sighed "we will talk about this later, go do your meeting shit, call me later i'll go to your shoot with food"

"okay, yeah.. i'll see you later."

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𖤐 — STURNIOLO HOUSE

WHILE CLOVER ON THE OTHER END OF LA WAS EXPERIENCING THE STAGES OF GRIEF BACKWARDS, CHRIS WAS SUFFERING THE NORMAL WAY and currently he was on stage 4 as well, depression.

he moped around in his room, only calista went in every now and then to discuss the plan of how he was to achieve his goal of getting clover back.

the day they landed back in LA they decided that maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to just appear at clovers door, in the rare case that she might be busy or terrified that he was outside ( and he knew she had a baseball bat by her door ready for intruders )

"are you ready to quit sleeping all day and get the fuck up?" calista asked, placing her hands on her hips as her and nick looked over at chris, who had barely woken up at 3 pm "shut the fuck up" he groaned, his voice hoarse and raspy

calista opened her mouth, shocked as she threw a pillow at him "get up, we have meetings all day with the new management" nick sighed "okay, okay i'm going"

nick and cali left the room, a sly grin on their faces while they waited for chris to get ready.

what they hadn't told the grumpy and depressed man was that the new management was the same management that took care of and handled clover moore. who also had her own meetings today, which they had figured out thanks to matt and aspen.

"are you sure this is gonna work?" matt asked, as he made his sandwich "it has to, they have to see eachother in person or else chris might die from no pussy" calista rolled her eyes "ewh, never use chris and pussy in the same sentence again, i hate that" nick cringed

"well let's just hope that them seeing eachother doesn't blow up LA, aspen told me clovers pissed now." matt explained "she can't be pissed" calista shook her head

"why not?" nick asked "i would be pissed at him too if i was her" he added on, shrugging his shoulders as he took a bite of matt's sandwich, earning a punch in the arm

"because, she loves him, it's why he's depressed as fuck.. he loves her" calista said

"i didn't even know chris could be in love"

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