Hands To Myself • jb

2; The Met Gala

My alarm went off for the 8th time, bringing me out of my sleep. I figured since it was the 8th time, I should probably get out of bed now and get on with my day. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes then grabbed my phone to turn the alarm off. Normally, I don't set my alarm at night because I usually wake up around 9, but last night, I knew after the events that occurred on instagram and twitter, I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. Not only was my instagram blowing up, but my twitter was as well. So many people were tweeting me, I was literally so overwhelmed. I ended up going to bed at like 2. I still can't believe Justin followed me on instagram though. Like I'm not one to really fangirl over celebrities but- okay that's a damn lie. I fangirled so hard when Nick Jonas followed me on Twitter. Like you don't even understand how much I love that man. He has been the love of my life, since Year 3000.

I had to be at the airport by 1 o'clock, so I had more than enough time to pack and just chill out before I had to make my way over to LAX. But first pee and then eat.

By the time I was done with breakfast, Bella was up and had offered to help me pack.

"You're staying for how many days again?" Bella asked me, while laying on my bed playing a game on her phone. What she really meant by "helping me pack" was passing me two shirts from my closet and then laying her ass on my just made up bed.

"Two days. I'm flying back late Sunday night. Well, technically my flight leaves at 6, so early Monday morning," I corrected myself.

"Cool beans," she replied. "Hey did you get mom anything yet?"

"No. I don't know what to get her,"

"Same," she sighed, "Why don't we get something from the both of us?" she suggested,

"Why, because you know I'll get her something better?" I joked, putting my toiletries into my suitcase.

"Bitch," she muttered under her breath making me laugh.

I was done with packing my clothes within 30 minutes and now was onto my carry-on bag.

"Why do you have to bring so many cameras?" Bella questioned, as she watched me place new battery packs in my cameras. We'd just been listening to music and talking.

"I only bring two,"

"I swear you bring more than that,"

"I only own two," I gave her my 'what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about' look.

"Oh," she laughed,

"The big one is for filming main channel videos and the other is for vlogging," I told her,

"I knew that,"

"Mmhm,"

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"Okay, don't forget to call or text me when you land, don't talk to strangers, keep your purse with you at all times, oh and don't forget to get me a bag of peanuts on your w-"

"Bye mom," I cut Bella off. She literally gives me this same speech every time I leave her. We were saying our goodbyes since it was time for me to head to the airport. I decided to drive myself instead of taking an uber this time just because it was easier. I drive a matte black Mercedes Benz G-Class Wagon. It was a graduation gift from my parents. Both my parents make good money (mom is a realtor and dad is an architect) so they got both Bells and I cars. She got a white Range Rover.

"No I'm serious, don't forget the-"

"Peanuts, yeah I got it. Bye. Love you," I smiled at her and began backing out my parking space. She smiled and shouted it back to me and walked back to the apartment.