Chapter 5: Aw Crap
Those moments when you speak too soon- it happened to me.
"Camille! Come down here and try some cupcakes I just made!" My aunts shrill voice echoed throughout the house, causing me to groan.
See, my aunt isn't the best when it comes to cooking. She can only make smoothies and hot pockets- most of the time they're burnt.
"Coming!" I yelled back as I got off my bed and ran down the stairs.
Once I got down stairs and into the kitchen, I saw my aunt covered in mix and decorating the cupcakes. She saw me and beckoned me to go over, so I did.
"Try one!" She shoved a cupcake in my face and smiled at me.
I took a tiny bite and tasted mush. The mix wasn't even baked. The outside was baked, but in the center it isn't bake what so ever.
"Um Aunt Lin? How long did you bake these for?" I asked, putting the cupcake down.
"5 minutes." She answered with a smug grin.
"You're supposed to bake them for like 20 minutes!" I exclaimed. Her smug smile disappeared with defeat.
"I thought I could actually bake." She huffed.
"Well you thought wrong." I smiled sweetly.
She playfully glared at me and shooed me out of the kitchen. Just as I got out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Quickly I raced towards the door and opened it to find the mail man with a scowl on his face.
"Here. It's for a Camille Jennings. Package from Conner Drew." He said as he shoved a package in my hand.
He obviously does not like his job.
He turned around and walked to his mail car and then drove off. I close the door and then jogged up to my room. Once I got to my room I tore open the box. Inside the box was a tiny sticky note. It read a his phone number and then his name.
Oh my great Ghandi! He sent a box with his phone number by mail when he could've just walked over to my house and give it to me! Boys can be so stupid at times.
Or all the time.
I mentally laughed at my thoughts and grabbed my phone to type in his number. I then texted him.
Camille- You could've just came to my house to give me your phone number :D
Conner- who is this?
Camille- -__- are you serious? It's the one girl you would send your phone number on a sticky note in an oversized box. It's Camille.
Conner- oh hey Cammy! I spent a lot of time trying to find a sticky note so be thankful will you? :P
Camille- you're so stupid! Haha but thanks for the thought you put into giving me your phone number.
Conner- anytime! Oh btw tomorrow's my day! So I'll be at your place, yeah? And there's this girl on YouTube who looks exactly like you but younger. Plus it looks like it was filmed like 3 years ago.
My face went pale and my eyes widened as I reread the text. How'd he find me on there? Yeah, I was really popular on YouTube, but I haven't been on there for a while. Ever since the incident with Anthony, I just stopped making videos.
Camille- how'd you find it?
Conner- it was easy! I just typed in your first name and you popped up. I never knew you made videos. :D
Camille- yeah use to though
Conner- that will change! We are going to make more videos tomorrow! I will bring the camera!
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