You promised

No. 12

> Camila's pov

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9:28 am

I wake up with a massive headache. I groan as I walk to the restroom. I brush my teeth and wash my face. I take a shower and my muscles relax. I stay in the shower for a long twenty minutes, thinking.

Once I'm out, I change into light-wash Hollister jeans, a light grey lose t-shirt, and my white chucks. I brush my hair out and lightly dry it with the towel.

I walk downstairs with my phone and my parents are cooking.

"Hey!" I smile, hugging them both.

"Hi!" They say surprised.

"I thought you were coming home today?" Dad says.

"Nah, I got poison ivy on my arm." I say, showing them my arm.

"Oh honey." Mom says. She leaves the room and dad and I laugh.

"How'd it go?" Dad asks.

"It was really fun. We went on hikes, we got in the river and we saw a couple bears." I smile.

"Sounds like fun."

I nod and smile. I take in a deep breath and the smell of my dads pancakes makes its way into my nostrils.

"You made pancakes?" I smile.

"Yes I did." He smiles.

"Yum." I say. I set up the table and when I finish I sit down and text Hayes.

Me: hey! Let's hang out

After I send the message, I check Twitter. I haven't been on social media lately. I scroll through my feed and I see a tweet from Klaryssa.

@klaryssa: so excited for Magcon tour!

I furrow my eyebrows and I roll my eyes. Klaryssa is my friend, but I still think she likes Hayes. God, I'm such a bad friend for thinking that. She wouldn't like Hayes. She's my friend.

I continue scrolling and I see someone retweeted Madison's tweet.

@madisonbeer: four days to Magcon Tour.

I get mad and I get out of Twitter. Geez. Everyone's going to be at Magcon. Sometimes I wish I was a YouTuber so I could attend, but it's not for me.

I get a text from Hayes and I open my messages.

Hayes❤️: sorry beautiful. I can't. Nash and I going shopping for the trip. But let's hang out later. Like 11 pm?

Me: okay. I'll let you know

Hayes❤️: alright. I love you

Me: I love you too

I turn my phone off and slid it in my back pocket. "What's wrong kiddo?" Dad asks.

"Nothing." I smile. Mom walks in with the first aid kit and she sits next to me.

"Let me treat that." She says and takes my arm.

"Are you sure?" Dad asks again.

"What's wrong?" Mom asks.

I sigh and say,"Hayes is going on tour again."

"Oh, that's good for him! He's traveling!" Dad says excited. Mom and I both look at him and his smile fades. "What?"

Mom rolls her eyes and says,"Honey, he's traveling!"

Dad furrows his eyebrows and when he gets it he says,"oh. Oh! baby I'm sorry."

"It's okay." I force a smile. "I'm happy for him. He loves doing this stuff."