#ryanxclark

mel thinks she is, bitch

i literally ship her with everyone. oH YAY

Hannah: DID YOU DIE

"Ryan, Destiny! Look here, just a few pictures please!" Destiny turned around just to see that a few paparazzi's were chasing them again. "Great.."She mumbled through her sigh,  loud enough so only Ryan could hear it. She put on her fakest - which looked pretty real - smile again before grabbing Ryans hand as quickly as she could, intertwining their fingers - which caused a shiver to cross her whole body. She was sick of the act, but her manager told her it would be good for their fame, both of their fame to be quite honest. "You can do better than that, c'mon!" Destiny let out a fake chuckle as she looked up at Ryan like she actually enjoyed her sight right now - which in reality made her wanna puke. But hey, it was all for the fame..

and yes ok i'll use melissa and also will you write the starter or should i bc idk??

Aaliyah leaned over the counter drawing imaginary circles into the table with her cheeks puffed out in boredom. She let the air out slowly and thought back to the horrible text messages from her abusive boyfriend last night- hopefully he didn't come into work today. She sighed sitting up straight and rubbing her shoulder with her hand flinching slightly at the pain that roared throughout her body sending waves of unwanted cries of hurt. She licked her lips inhaling in a shaky breath that made her bite down harshly onto her lower lip, her thoughts were cut short when she looked up at the front door hearing the bell rang. Aaliyah saw a troubled boy walk in with a frown on his face, looking up at the menu, she saw how he looked like he was just struggling to be standing on two feet. Aaliyah gave him a bright smile having her wave of curls bounce slightly, "Hi~ My name is Aaliyah! I am unfortunately the only one working for the hour so it's nice to see another face this early in the morning"

A triumphant smirk was painted by her lips when she read his reply, feeling giddy at the fact she was able to persuade her friend to come over at such short notice. The problem was Cher couldn't sleep and she was knackered to no end, yet, her body refused any rest. Her last option was to seek for Ryan's help, since he was the usual savior to knock some sleep into her system and she'd get it, no matter how hard it'd take. She sat still on the sofa, eyes stuck to the screen on her phone for any new notifications and her eyes watered slightly as her mouth stretched to let out a silent yawn, body convulsing at the action. God damn, she's had enough of this shit. At the chime of her doorbell, she managed a weak smile before piping up, not bothering to greet her guest. "Door's open, love!"