Change Me (Camila Cabello & Jack Gilinsky)

Seventeen

Johnson

"I'm sorry." Jack was standing in my hotel room doorway, his eyes were sunken in and dark circles hung below his eyes.

He looked like he hadn't slept in days. It's been three days since we got to the hotel and I last talked to him.

"I'm not." I said trying to close the door in his face but he stuck out his foot and stopped it.

"Dude, just-just hear me out." Jack put his hands up in surrender and I saw his vein.

I stared at it in horror and widened my eyes.

"What the fuck?!" I yelled staring.

Jack followed my gaze and looked back at me.

"Dude you don't understand-"

"No I do understand! I understand that you're going to fucking die from drugs!"

"Johnson whats with all the yelling-"

Camila cut herself off and stared at Jack.

"Camila-"

"No! Fucking leave her alone Jack." I glared.

"God fucking damn it I'm sorry!" He cried, I didn't even realize it but by now he was almost in tears.

"Why the fuck are you crying?"

"Just forget it." He waved us off and rushed back to his room.

"Jack, wait." Camila chased after him.

-

Jack

I locked Camila out of my room and sat on the edge of my bed.

God fucking damn it.

I heard Camila sigh in the other side of the door and I heard her footsteps fade away.

I laid on my bed and stared up at the ceiling, thinking.

Eleanor and Park.

-

I actually ended up reading. A book.

The book Camila liked actually.

Eleanor and Park.

I didn't understand a lot of it, maybe it's because lots of it is about love.

I kept reading a lot of the same things, over and over again. Things that stuck out to me.

She was art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice. It was supposed to make you feel something.

The thing was that, Camila was art. Beautifully crafted and-and I'm letting her slip away from me as I'm fucking reading this girly ass book.

Well, maybe it's not super girly but if Camila liked it maybe I should try it.

Maybe I miss the way the corner of her eyes wrinkle from smiling so hard, or the way she covers her mouth when she laughs cause she's afraid she will end up looking stupid.

Or maybe I just miss seeing the color blue.

But I needed her. I need her right now, fuck.

I rushed out of my room and barged into the other penthouse, rushing to Shawn to ask where Camila was.

"She's up on the roof."

The hotel roof? Christ, with my luck she'd probably push me off when I go up there.

-

I spotted Camila looking out at the night sky. Her face was still clearly visible from all the other nightlife down below and the bright signs or street lights.