Switching sides

21

Camila

This cast is itchy and annoying, I want it off. Even sleeping is harder cause the cast is rock-hard. I feel like it stinks too.

It was only the next morning and my actions from yesterday knew in my stomach, the guilt wanting to eat me alive. Why do I do this to myself?

Groaning I twist in the sheets to glance at the other side of the bed and notice it empty.... Did I imagine last night?

The bathroom door opens and I look to see Taylor walking out with a fresh pair of jeans on as well as one of her reputation hoodies. Her hair is dripping wet.

"Morning " she smiles at me

Did what I think happened yesterday happen? Did I dream that?

"Uh hi," I say and then internally groan at the awkwardness.

Hee, dripping wet hair caught my attention again.

"I'm needed in the studio today so I'll be gone most of the day. But there's plenty of food here and you can call me if you need anything " she says

I'm not sure what to say...

" thank you" I mumble

The thought of being alone in her huge house is kinda of nerve-wracking.

"There's security on the property" she states and takes a few steps towards the door.

I want to stop here, to tell her thank you, to apologize for my actions last night and not letting her speak, yet I can't. The words won't come out of my mouth. She Domingues through the door and I hear her take the steps a few at a time.

Fuck Camila, why do you do this to everything good in your life.  With a huff I throw my body back onto the bed, nothing a few more hours of sleep can't fix.

Waking up I was super groggy, maybe those extra hours weren't the best idea. Glancing at my phone I see it's already 10 am and I've done nothing besides sleep. Pushing the covers back I get out of the bed and make my downstairs. My stomach grumbles as I enter and I see a piece of paper sitting on the counter.

C,
Anything in the kitchen is yours, please eat
                                                             -T

I set the paper back down and open the fridge, peaking around until I spot Lunchables.

What????

Laughing I grab one and make my way into the living room. I haven't had a lunchable since I was a child, even then it was so rare to get one. They were and still are expensive.

Plopping down on the couch I pick up the remote and open Netflix, chlicking on Taylor's account I scroll down to see what she's been recently watching and see grays anatomy so I just watch whatever she was watching. More so for background noise.

Opening the box the juice falls out and I enjoy the small crackers and cheese.

They don't last long and I'm ice agian alone with my thoughts. I do wonder why Taylor took an interest in me, like why me?

Standing up I grab my garbage off the couch and throw it away then make my way toward a room I saw earlier. Pushing the door open I'm greeted with walls filled with books and black padding. This must be her at-home studio she has. I wonder why she doesn't use it. Inching more into the room I take a seat on the couch and pick up a guitar lying there.

I need to put out my emotions, or they might consume me.

Taking a deep breath I do the one thing I was always told not to, this was just for me though.