Little Things (1D Fanfic)©

Chapter 9

***Cammie's P.O.V***

"Cammie, get your skinny, little butt outta bed! It's beach day! El dayo at el beacho!" Danielle screamed,  bursting into my room. I groaned and buried my head deeper into my pillow. "Yo, you sleep like Harry. Are you sure you're not related to him? Maybe you're related to Zayn. I mean, both of you have perfect hair! Or Niall! You both have addictive laughs! Oh oh oh! Maybe you're my secret sister! Then that would-."

"Danielle! For the love of all things in the universe, SHUT UP!" I screamed, sitting up, letting my hair fall over my face. That way, whenever I breathed out, my hair would move, making me look angrier than I actually was. In all truth, I was quite amused. I warned Liam not to give Danielle coffee in the morning.

Danielle giggled and moved my hair from in front of my face before giving me a very toothy grin. She was already dressed in her bikini, a cover-up draped over her body, sunglasses perched on top of her head. "C'mon, c'mon! We gotta beat the boys in getting ready! Loser has to jump in the ocean from the pier! Come on, Cammie! The only ones not up are you, Harry, and Zayn!" Danielle cried out, bouncing on her heels over to the curtains, which she ripped open, exposing me to sunlight. I hissed and pulled the covers over my face. "Cameron Rose, you better get up. I can still cut off your toes!"

Danielle grabbed my arm, dragging me out of bed and onto the floor, where I curled up into fetal position. Danielle groaned and tried again. "Cam, I wanna see you in your new bathing suit!" she requested. I sighed, knowing that Danielle would not stop begging me until I gave into her wishes. As I stood up, Danielle cheered and threw the bathing suit at my face before running out of my room and down the stairs.

Again I sighed, rubbing my eyes with my fist as a small child would. The bathroom light flickered as I flipped the switch, buzzing a little, threatening to die on me. I stared at it for a moment with eyes that warned it not to die out.  After a few seconds, the light hummed back to life and restored itself to maximum brightness. Slipping out of my pajamas, I headed for the shower, pulling my hair up into a clip.

My showers consisted of 5% washing and 95% thinking about life and daydreaming. Ever since I was a little girl, I had wanted to become an actress. It was my only dream. The theatre was one of my only passions. I loved the thrill I got when I memorized a line and said it out loud, closing my eyes and imagining myself in the spotlight at center stage actually saying the line to a live audience. Tears filled their eyes and a hand was placed over their heart as they watched me recite line after line, gradually transforming into the character. Becoming my character. Feeling what they feel, thinking what they would be thinking, acting as they would. The theatre was one of the very few places where I could just be me, Cameron, without getting bullied or teased. For in the theatre, you are not actually you. You are Juliet from Romeo and Juliet or Helena from A Midsummer Night's Dream.

 At school, I attended all of the school's theatrical productions, even the musicals despite the fact that music was Liam's thing and not mine. However, I was never courageous enough to actually go to an audition and try for a part in one of the plays. My shyness always got the best of me. I almost conquered my shyness one day. That day didn't go quite as planned however...

*Flashback*

Christina Medula and Chris Hoyechor stepped to the center of the stage and took a huge bow, completing their audition for the roles of Romeo and Juliet in our drama teacher's spring play. I sat in the fifth row from the stage, observing my competition. I wasn't scheduled to audition today; tomorrow was my turn. Apparently, so many people had signed up for auditions that the drama teacher had had to split us up into two groups. Group one was going today while group two was going to go tomorrow.