The Last Laugh

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Heather's POV:

The next day was a Saturday. There was no work. I decided to get back to my natural hair color. I'd recently added a bit of blonde to my hair. My real hair color was similar to that of Sawyer but a little lighter than hers.

After a visit to the spa with Shirley and some hanging out, we decided to go get our hair done.

"Now you're fully a brunette." Shirley said as we left the saloon.

"Yeah."

"You seem odd to me now. I've always been used to you having that dirty blonde color."

"Well, you'll have to get used to it now." I said entering my car. She joined me in.

"So?" Shirley asked.

"So what?"

"Where are we going?"

"Uh, home?"

"It's only four PM!"

"And? Shirley, we did everything we were supposed to do. Shopping, spa and the saloon."

She pouted like a stubborn kid.

"Then sleep over at my place! Please. This whole month you spent with me made me very fond of you. And plus, I can't sleep at your place because of that bitch."

I rolled my eyes. I'd told Shirley to stop calling Sawyer a bitch but she wouldn't. Anyway, I understood her. They didn't like each other.

"I won't be able to, Shirley. I want to pass this following week with my family."

"Why? What's so special about the week??"

at her

into my own apartment Friday

Her eyes widened.

"You serious?"

the reason I want to spend this whole week with them. So

shocked! Won't your mother

two and I'm a young, independent woman. They'll

Gosh, when will you start

I smiled at her.

furniture needed. I just have to pack in with my clothes, personal stuff and a little

Sawyer would go crazy."

house that isn't rightfully ours. I swear, sometimes I feel like uncle Paul's ghost

me

I thought you believed that

as I started the car, "...my mother and Sawyer have succeeded in making me

just like that??" she

to admit it but I'd finally believed

do you want me to do? Sheridan disappeared into those woods and apparently never came out. Trust me, if

anything can still

I have

she remained until I dropped her off at

all I'd told her. Tears filled my eyes. I had to get over it and

Ace's POV:

couldn't buy one here in los Angeles though. I wanted to have at least one pet. A white dog would be perfect. I'd call

decided to buy a white dog.

I adopted

house? I couldn't bring her there. She would get suspicious of me when she would discover that a young employee like me lived in a mansion as big as the one they lived in, and plus, all

living all alone. I had an idea. I

"Hello?"

"Hey, hello Keith, watup?"

man. How's it

I

"Go 'head."

super chic building of yours, are there any more