Change Me (Camila Cabello & Jack Gilinsky)

Six

Camila

I woke up the next morning, to the sound of my name being called repeatedly.

"I am up, I am up." I insisted, putting my hands up in surrender.

I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed.

"It is Johnson, your great friend." Johnson was smiling in my doorway, with a bowl of cereal in his hand.

"Cereal." I smiled. He nodded and walked over handing me it.

"I thought you might need this after you're night didn't...go so well." He took a seat on the side of my bed.

"Yeah." I mumbled, taking a spoonful.

"...It was weird," Johnson turned to me.

"When you, Ya know stormed out, Jack actually went off on Madison."

I furrowed my eyebrows, he had only told me he called her a name. I don't consider that freaking out on her.

"I've never seen him so angry with someone before, not in a long time in all the years I've known him."

"Really?"

He nodded once.

"Um...what are your plans today?" He asked me, switching the subject once silence grew.

"I...um-I...."

Today, I am supposed to go to the support group, that's another reason I came here, because I'm being forced to go to this therapist and support group.

Tomorrow is my first therapy session, one on one.

"If you don't want to hangout, just tell me." He shrugged.

"It's-It's not that, I...um, I have to..." I hesitated.

"I have this support group thing...." I said quietly, almost at a whisper.

"Oh, well...that's alright. You can tell me that stuff Camila, it doesn't change anything."

"But it makes me sound like...like some freak who can't control her emotions and-and that's how I see myself." I admitted.

"You're not some freak...you're a perfect girl." Johnson smiled, I slowly looked up at him more, making eye contact.

"Really?" He nodded.

"I still think you're awesome, things happen but you shouldn't hold people's past against them."

He was so laid back, he acted as if none of this was that big of a deal.

I feel like I can tell him anything.

"What time is that support group?" He asked getting up.

"Noon."

"You have about two and a half hours, get ready." He ordered, looking around at the pictures hung up on the wall.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Wait for you, I'll take you to that thing. Hell, I'll go in with you if you want." He shrugged, examining a picture.

"Really? You'd go with me?"

He shrugged, nodding.

"I mean, I know if it were me..I wouldn't want to go all by myself."

"Thank you." He shrugged, "Not a big deal."

-

"So....um, what was Gilinsky doing today?" Johnson shrugged, "I invited him to come but he said he wasn't feeling good."