Part 3
Kimberley's point of view
“So, how are my two favourite girls?” Hillary beamed as we walked into the studio. We were twenty minutes early and knew that the other girls wouldn't be here for at least ten minutes.
“Shut up, Hillary.” Cheryl snapped, making it obvious she was still p****d off at her. “And you shouldn't be saying that, what if they had walked in and heard you?”
I shot a glare in Cheryl's direction. Sometimes, I wondered if she knew how rude she was actually being. She glared at me and then stormed out of the studio, probably away to have a cigarette.
“So, things aren't going well?” Hillary concluded when Cheryl had left the room.
“Nope.” I replied simply. “She was locked out last night and she didn't eat this morning. I still don't understand why you wont let her go and live with Nicola, Sarah or Nadine. You know it would be better for everyone.”
“She hasn't eaten? Why was she locked out last night?” Hillary asked, focusing her gaze on me. “You know why I'm making her stay with you. You both need to sort out your differences.”
“She's not eaten because she refused to make herself anything to eat and she got locked outside because I told her to be home for nine and she wasn't.”
“Kimberley!” Hillary exclaimed. “You can't just do that!”
“Well I did. Cheryl needs to get her head out of her own a**e and when she does that, I'll start treating her like I would treat anyone else!”
Before Hillary could say anything else, Cheryl walked back in, followed by Nadine, Nicola, Sarah and our choreographer, Beth.
Part 3
Cheryl's point of view
“So, what's it like living with Kimberley?” Nicola panted as she sat down next to me on the floor. We were having a break, we had been dancing in high heels for hours and our feet were killing us! After an hour of constant complaining, Beth decided to give us a break.
I glanced over at Kimberley who was sitting on the other side of the room, she was on her phone, probably texting Justin. That's all she ever did, it was like he was the only person she cared about.
“It's okay... a bit weird, but what can you expect?” I answered whilst still looking at Kimberley. Nicola was like my little sister, I told her everything. She was the one that I knew wouldn't say anything to anyone.
“Well yeah, it makes sense.” She agreed. “Do you think you'll be able to sort out your problems?”
“Dunno.” I shrugged. I was too busy concentrating on Kimberley to give her a proper answer, I couldn't help myself. I loved seeing her like this, with sweat dripping from her forehead. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Nicola again.
“What's the problem with you two anyway? You've never told me.” It was like Kimberley had heard what Nicola had said, because at that moment, her head shot up and she looked at me. She had caught me staring at her, so I quickly looked away from her and to Nicola. She was going to think I had some sort of obsession with her, this was the second time she had caught me staring at her in the passed couple of hours.
“It's complicated Nic, I'll tell you another time. Maybe over a glass of wine.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” She smiled before getting up. “I'm gonna get something to eat. You wanting anything?”
“Yeah please babe, I'm starving.”
“I'm going to McDonald's. I'll just get the usual!” She called before leaving the studio.
Looking around, I realised that Kimberley and I were alone in the studio. She must have noticed too as she picked up her phone again, making herself look busy. I then remembered the last time we were left alone in the studio together.
It was when we were rehearsing for our first tour. It was our first proper tour and everyone was excited. We had just finished doing a run through of all the songs and Nicola, Nadine and Sarah had all went outside to get some fresh air. Hillary and Beth followed them as well, leaving Kimberley and I alone.
“Good job today.” Kimberley congratulated me. “You totally nailed Watch Me Go.” I watched as she picked up her water bottle and took a long drink. I didn't understand why she was still trying to act nice to me, it's not like I was doing that to her.
“Yeah, thanks.” I mumbled in reply before taking a drink of my own water.
“So, are you excited for the tour?” She asked, trying to make conversation with me.
“Aye, suppose so.” I muttered as I took my cigarettes out my bag and started to walk towards the exit.
“What the *duck* is your problem with me?” Kimberley suddenly yelled in frustration. “I don't know what I've done to you, but yet you act as if I've done something. So what is it, Cheryl?”
I stopped walking and turned to face her. She was angry, I could see it in her eyes. She was angry and confused. To be honest, I would be too if she was treating me the way I was treating her. She deserved answers, but I had none to give her. “I just don't like you.” I lied before walking out of the studio, leaving her standing there.
“I don't like you, I love you.” I muttered to myself as I replayed the memory over and over again in my head. I looked over to see if Kimberley had heard, but by this time, she had her headphones in and was listening to her iPod. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the studio wall. Why did everything have to be so complicated? Well, to be honest it wasn't. I was in love with Kimberley Walsh. It was as simple as that. So, why did I have to make everything so complicated?
