Book - 1/3
Camila Matthews and Hayes Grier were best friends. When Hayes left for a tour with Nash, Hayes pushed Camila away and things changed. Will things be back to the way they used to?
*REWRITING*
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| Camila's pov |
9:36 am
"Cam, honey! Don't forget about Christmas shopping with Max!" Mom makes sure she is extra loud as she walks into my room. She's gone with my dirty laundry before I sit up on my bed and stretch out.
After a warm bath, I dress warm for my day before I find myself on the kitchen counter, munching on some cereal.
My dad catches my attention as I scroll through my social media account and I put my phone away to meet his bright smile.
"Good morning." I say with a just as bright as his. "Your not going to work?"
"No, I took an early vacation." He says.
"Are we still going to grandma's for Christmas?" I ask, but frown when he shakes his head.
"No, we made plans with the Grier's."
"For Christmas?" I ask, brows arching up at the sudden news, but his response is quite different from mine as he smiles with a soft nod.
"Isn't that great? You get to spend with Christmas with Hayes- and New Years!" He exclaimed with excitement- yet the tone of his voice hints at a bit of sarcasm.
I never told my parents about Hayes and I not being best friends anymore. I didn't want them to worry and get the family involved to create a big mess.
So, I put on a fake smile and try my hardest not to wince when I cheer happily. Dad only laughs, eyes falling into crescents with joy at my response.
"Come on! You could do better then that. I guess you're not up for an acting career."
"What are you talking about?" I pout, head tilted in confusion.
"I know everything that's happened." He says with one eyebrow raised.
"Like?" I question.
"You and Hayes aren't best friends anymore because when he was on tour he shut you out." He says as bluntly as possible, catching my by surprise.
"H-how do you know that?" I gasp.
"You took down all the pictures of Hayes, didn't like to talk about him, and you acted emo." He shrugs.
Although he's right- I did all those things- I still don't believe that's how he knows. So, I arch a brow up, staring into his eyes for the real truth.
He finally gave in and said, "And Liz told your mom."
"Who told Liz," I ask, curiosity eating at my stomach.
"Nash." He confirms. "And you told Nash that day you weren't feeling good. But you weren't feeling good because Hayes was here."
I smile at my dad as he was the first man I love. "You're clever, dad."
