Hey, Hey, Hey! Okay so first of all, sorry for not posting, but I got a lot of people who wanted me to continue so here is the next chapter of Laura, but first a few response to reviews.

BTRLover1122: You should continue it please please with Cherries and Billy Unger on top. Please, the story is really good and I really, really want to see what will
happen next.

You had me at Billy Unger.

Isabelle: Please! Finish the story! Please finish the dang story, if that's what you want me to say! I need to know what happens next! Finish the story!

I did want you to say that. Also, thanks for the two reviews

Evarock: pls keep going

I will.

Halters100: Please finish the laura greensaber story! You said it would only take one person asking you to finish for you to do it, so please do! I love it and i
can't handle the thought of not knowing how it ends XP

Thanks for sending that twice, I got the message

Thanks to the people that reviewed and were going to review.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for like all the ideas in this chapter.

Recap:

Chase's POV:

"There are more of you freaks?" Harold said looking nervous.

"You are really calling us freaks? Have you seen your belly?" Spike laughed.

Breaking News

Several gunshots were fired today at a quiet small home. They say the weapon was a 32' inch rifle. (A/N: Made that up.) We don't know who had possession of the gun but three people were severely wounded, and one is in critical condition. We have just gotten permission to say the victims' names.

Harold Patch

Nancy Patch

Chase Davenport

Bree Davenport

The one that is in critical condition is…

The main victim's POV:

And that night, I found myself crying, weeping her name, hoping she would come, but she never did.

But that's what I get for loving the wrong person.

Laura's POV:

"What can I help you with?" I asked politely not really wanting the company of any Davenports right now. Then Mrs. Davenport stepped forward looking apologetic, which kind of annoyed me since I didn't know what was happening.

"Um, Laura honey, it's your mom. She's dying." She said and just like that my world stopped.

End of Recap

Title of Chapter: Storybook Ending

Laura's POV

"You're lying, my mom can't be dying. I just saw her." I said trying to block out all those bad thoughts in my head. Mrs. Davenport just looked at me sadly and then just gave up, and she whispered something to Mr. Davenport and then left.

Then he walked up to me, which was weird because at first it was normal and then all of a sudden the room was spinning and I just didn't know what was happening. He put a warm, comforting hand on my shoulder, but I couldn't feel the warmth, I couldn't feel the comfort. I felt the coldness, I felt the loneliness.

"There was a shooting at your house with your dad's rifle. Chase, Bree and your fat- Harold, had been shot also. According to Bree, Chase and Harold were fighting but then your mother interjected, and got shot three times, Chase two, Bree once and your father once. When we went to the hospital, he told us how he didn't even want to shoot anyone and how the gun wasn't even loaded. He said he tried to pull the trigger just to scare them, but then all of a sudden bullets came out and he dropped the gun, and that's how everything happen." Mr. Davenport said trying to be as sympathetic as he could be, but I saw it in his face.

I could tell he was furious that my dad was the reason his kids are hurt. I wanted to say something, I tried to say something, but what was I supposed to say? Sorry, that my family is so screwed up and sorry that Bree ever became friends with me and sorry that Chase ever loved me and-

Even my thoughts were making me lose my breath. But the part that made me the saddest was that it was my fault. A few weeks ago, after my parents started to fight psychically, so I loaded the gun, just in case I ever had to protect myself.

"Oh." I said which is all I could manage to say, but I knew I had to be strong, I knew had to be the glue to fix this, but for a second, just one small second, I wasn't strong and I dropped to my knees and started to cry.

Jack caught me before I could fall on my face, and he pulled me close to him and I just cried, feeling this horrible pain. But I think the most shocking part, was that I wasn't crying because I was sad about my family, but about Chase. Talk about situational irony, crying over I boy that I might love in my ex-boyfriend's arms. I managed to control my breathing and I looked up and said;

"What about Chase and Bree? Is Chase dead? Are the okay? Is everything going to be okay?" I said hoping for a yes, hoping that for once in my life I would have a storybook ending, and I looked at Mr. Davenport, and even though I was practically blinded by tears, I still saw his face turn pale.

"He's dead. Huh?" I asked softly feeling my world turn black, and at the moment I felt like if there was no Chase, there was no life. I ran out, knowing that I didn't want to know the answer, maybe my imagination would be better, maybe I could still be happy, but I wasn't.

I heard Mr. Davenport coming, and I looked down at the drop. What if I would of accidently 'slipped?' At the moment it seemed like the best choice, the only choice. I took a step forward, feeling a few rocks slip from under me.

I just feel like giving up. I mean I am hopeless. I don't want anyone to miss me, or be mad at me. I am just so tired. Please forgive me. I have tried to be good, I love my parents, and I have tried to be good. But I'm so tired, of all of this.

And about Chase, I just want to dismiss every idea about him. It hurts too much. I love my parents, but at the same time I am quite afraid of them both. And I stood there strangely calm,, and I felt that nice breeze in my hair, making it feel like it would be worth it, to join something so beautiful and all I had to do was 'slip.' It reminded me of when I was kid, you know those times; when you had a sharp object in your hand and you just wondered what if would be like, what it would feel like, if it just pierced your skin. Maybe it would be worth it, just to kill the curiosity, but then again curiosity killed the cat.

I know that I'm ready to die, and I have made my decision, and I'm calm. But I'm terrified of dying but I think living is worse, but something took over me and I didn't think, I did. I started to feel lightheaded, and before I knew it I actually slipped.

Before I fell completely, someone grabbed my hand, it was Chase. And as he pulled me back into my world, I felt happy and light again.

"Wow, killing yourself? How Romeo and Juliet?" I smiled knowing how that was Chase's favorite Shakespeare.

"Oh my gosh Chase! You're alive!" I said hugging him, and then he pulled me off.

"Ugh, so I leave Chase alone for a little while and this is what he falls for? Loser, and is that Honeysuckle perfume?" He asked looking disgusted.

"Yeah, but Chase why are you being so mean?" I asked confused, not understanding what was happening. How someone so nice and perfect could be so cold and callus. He laughed and said;

"Ha-ha, news flash honey, Chase is gone FOEVER. When he got shot, he was weak enough and so I took over. For good."

"But, who are you?"

"Oh, the name's Spike. You could call me the more handsome and improved version of Chase, and should I call you Mrs. Spike?" He asked pulling me closer into him, but Mr. Davenport pulled him off of me.

"That's enough Spike, and Laura that's what I was trying to tell you, Chase was shot in the arm and the head, a part where, if shot, a normal person would be fine, but that's where Chase's glitch was and it took over. Spike overrode Chase." Mr. Davenport said with a frown, and sighed. I was confused by half of the words he just said, but I knew one thing. That Chase was gone.

"I'm sorry Laura, but Chase is gone forever and there is nothing we can do about it, now I just hope that you can walk away from this and live a normal life. And hopefully not tell anyone about our little 'secret.'" He said before walking back to Mrs. Davenport, but I couldn't just except that, I really like Chase, I couldn't just leave him.

"So, that's it? I am just supposed to walk away? From everything?" I called after him in disbelief.

"Yes, but from what Bree heard, you didn't want to be a part of this or us anyways.' Mr. Davenport said before walking and driving away with his wife.

"I changed my mind." I said softly, before Jack came and comforted me, he pulled me into his chest.

"It's okay, Laura. You can get over this, we can get over this, you could come leave with us, and maybe we could start where we left off." He whispered to me and I just wiped away my tears and said;

"I suppose, but can we just get out of here first, I need to at least say bye to my mom." I said as we walked away, heading to the hospital.

~Time Elapsed~

Dear Diary,

I know I haven't written to you in years, but I a lot of things happened today. Bad things, but in two days, I am going to go live with Jack, but for the time being I am just staying here with my mom and dad. They say she only has a few hours left. So, I guess this is how it ends. I go back to Jack, and forget about Chase. I mean I thought that's what I wanted, but now I am just realizing that you have to know what you wish for. But who knows? Maybe this is my storybook ending, and I just don't know it yet. Maybe ten years from now I will be so happy and I won't even remember Chase. So happy, that every day when I wake up, I will feel like I am walking on air, that my life is perfect. Maybe.

Sincerely,

Me

P.S. I know I am going to be happy, but right now all I feel is pain.

P.P.S. I know you will never know this, but 'I love you, Chase.'

(A/N: Wouldn't that be the worst way to end this story?)

Chase's POV

I feel like I'm trapped in my own mind. Unable to escape my own, I mean Spike's thoughts and feelings, I mean he has been a part of me for a long time and he continually holds me back from everything I want to accomplish in life. Being the smart one is hard on me, I think a lot, and with the help of Spike I have developed fears. Fears of success and fear of failure, conflict with each other on a daily basis in my mind, and I can't decide which I'm more fearful of. Fear of love prevents me from achieving my some of my life's goals, and I can't find a reason for it. Fear of death has never been a problem, but fear of a stale life has been creeping up on top of everything else recently. But with Spike in my body I have no fears, and it's nice. But I can't keep pretending.

"Stop it, Spike! I need to get out, I need to find Laura." I said finally fighting back.

"Oh, shut up kid, you're giving me a migraine." Spike said before walking into the hospital.

"Now, let's shake it up." He said with an evil smirk.

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