Layla Webster
My head hurts so fucking bad.
Last night was something else though, I feel like I finally let out a part of me that's been hidden for so long. I thought I lost the person I once was because of the way that Alex treated me, he makes me feel like less of a person. Like I don't even matter.
Jake made me feel so confident, I loved the way that he looked at me. I thought what Alex and I had was special but what I felt last night doesn't even compare to the best nights with Alex.
I couldn't fall for him though, not Jake.
He was just my temporary fix for the night. Nothing more than that.
As I lay in bed I light myself a cigarette, watching the smoke flow throughout the room as I think about everything that happened last night.
Zoning out into another dimension I am pulled back to reality as I hear my music that was once playing all throughout my house stop because someone was calling me.
It was Johnnie, trippy.
I quickly answer the phone.
"Hey, uhm, Layla?" his deep voice says, sounding even deeper than last night. He must be pretty hungover too, I don't blame him he drank like a mad man last night.
"Hey, Johnnie what's up?" I say as I get up from my bed.
"I know this is really weird but, the guy that usually films our videos isn't available today. We don't really have anyone else to film for us, so uhm can you help us out?" Johnnie asks.
This can't be real.
"I mean, uhm I mean I could." I hesitate.
"I wouldn't ask you if we weren't desperate. Usually we'd find a way to do it ourselves but we really need someone to help us film this for us." Johnnie begs.
"Who's'us' by the way." I ask
"Oh yeah, it's Jake. He's pretty firm about filming days so he's in shambles right now because we don't have anyone to help us. Plus I think he'd be pretty happy to see you again." Johnnie says as he lightly laughs to himself.
I wonder if Jake has been thinking about me as much as I have been since last night or who knows, maybe he's just disappointed that we didn't get down and dirty last night. He probably only wants to see me again so he can finally get what he wants.
"Layla?" Johnnie asks.
I mean, fuck it right? he's hot and these two really do need someone to film for them.
"I'll do it, What's your address?"
"Fuck, thank you so much Layla. The address is [Random LA house] come over at about three." Johnnie says, sounding very excited over the phone.
"Yeah, I'll be there." I say before ending the call.
I deeply sigh before putting out my cigarette and once again plopping back down onto my bed. I should probably check out the type of videos they make together so I won't be too surprised when I start filming for them. I do have a few hours before I go.
I grab my laptop and quickly open up YouTube, searching up Johnnie Guilbert.
I clicked on the first video that I saw of them together.
They were walking around Trader Joe's, making stupid jokes and buying the most random things. I will admit they were both actually really funny.
So funny that I clicked on another video.
