The Magcon Girl(Magcon boys fanfiction)

t w e n t y - s i x

ELLE'S  POV

The next days fly by as a blur.

Perform,travel,perform,travel.

That sums up the next two weeks for me. After Shawn's mess that completely isolated Cameron from me, it's all awkward and quiet. I do my best to ignore Shawn and Cameron ignores me.

It's like he forgot I even exist. It's like even making eye contact with me could hurt him.

My chest aches.

Every time I had tried to talk to him,to get him to look in my eyes, I had failed.

I open my eyes and stare at the grey ceiling. It reminds me of when me and Cameron would spent hours, just laying on the bed, looking at the ceiling and talking, about anything. We could always talk about anything and everything.

Everything reminds me of him.

I pull myself up and place my bare feet on the ground. I look straight ahead of me, to the left side od the room, through the large white window. The weather today is dull and grey. Much like how I feel.

I stand up from the bed and walk slowly towards the bathroom,where I turn on the shower. It's cold and I realize that I'm shivering,even though it's the first week of September.

My birthday is in two days.

So is Cameron's.

 

I shake my head to rid my thoughts of him,but they stay there. I turn around and look in the mirror.

Pale face,messed up brown hair, very noticeable circles under my eyes.

My eyes are dull,a depressing shade of grey. They look lifeless, if I'm completely honest.

I'm wearing Cameron's sweatshirt again.It's the auburn one and when I hug myself tightly to stop me from shivering, I swear it smells like him.

I don't remember having such a small waist.

 

I look down at my hands which are still wrapped around myself. I unwrap them and look at the mirror as I lift up Cameron's shirt a bit. My ribs are showing and it looks unhealthy.

I stressed so much about the tour and losing Cameron that I completely stopped taking care of my body. In the past two weeks I haven't been able to eat much, I wouldn't have enough time in  between shows at first or just felt nauseous because Cameron kept ignoring me. Over time I was too tired everyday to actually get something to eat.

I let Camerons sweatshirt fall back over my thighs and stretch out my palm.

My nails are brittle.

I take a look at my hair- It looks dry and unhealthy.I isn't as thick as it was about a week ago.

CAMERON'S POV:

''I'm not hungry.''I tell Matt. I feel exhausted and nauseous. Food isn't the best option right now.

''I'm getting worried man,you've hardly eaten the past week.All your pants are even looser than usual. Just,be careful alright? Ever since you had that fight with Elle, you've been distant and so has been she.''

I only nod and he sighs, leaving me sitting alone in the cafeteria of the hotel which is almost empty.

The past two weeks have been absolute hell - from having my heart broken, to being stressed about everything.

Ignoring Elle has been one of the hardest things I had ever done.

My thoughts of the night we first kissed are interrupted when Nash and Elle walk through the door. I immediately recognize the shirt as one of my sweatshirts.

They stand in the corner of the cafeteria and it seems as she's listening to Nash rambling on about something,but she seems distant. She hasn't noticed me and I take the opportunity to really look at her, for the first time in two weeks.

I almost gasp when I look at her figure.My sweatshirt fits so loosely, it could easily be mistaken for a dress.

She's fiddling with her fingers - a habit she does when she's nervous or uncomfortable.

I look at her face, even from a distance it's obvious she hasn't sleep much - the circles under her eyes confirm it. Her hair is pulled back into a pony tail.

Her cheek bones are more prominent that they usually were. She looks ill.

But when her eyes make contact with my own, my chest tightens.

Her usual grey eyes - full of excitement and happiness have been replaced with lifeless grey ones. Her eyes are glossy,as if she's going to cry and before I can look more,she looks away.

I want to hug her.

She's lost it - that, special aura she had,that spark. That special something that made the room light up whenever she'd enter it. She's lost it,and I can't help but feel like it's because of me ignoring her.

Even though she had lied to me, I still feel like I'm the one who hurt her more than she'd hurt me but I don't want to go to her and say something. I'm afraid.

I'm afraid.

Hi, yes, hello. Very short chapter, I know but the past weeks have been crazy. I've had lost of family problems to deal with which I do not want to share.

 

I also want to taka a second to say a big THANK YOU for voting for my story an reading it. It has more than 2000 reads now and the whole story has more than 100 votes, for which I am very thankful.

I'll see you in April in a future update:)