Unpredictable

Chapter 4

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So it's almost been a week since I asked Cameron to be my prom date. We've been hanging out everyday just talking and actually getting to know each other. The fact that my parents aren't home kind of worked out because he doesn't have to meet them when he comes over. It's been really good spending time with him. Everyone at school suddenly want to be my friend, like that hasn't happened before. But now instead of wanting to meet my parents, they want to meet Cam. Dione hates it. Everyone is know focusing on me instead of her and she doesn't like it one bit. But whatever, all that stuff matters to her but not to me. Today is finally Saturday, prom day. Nora, Kayla and I have scheduled appointments for this morning at 8 to get our nails and toes done. I'm going with simple all black acrylic nails. They're going more all out. After that we're going back to my place to actually get ready. I'm just curling my hair with a curling wand and letting it all loose. Nothing fancy. Nora and Kayla hired a hair stylist to come over to do their hair. As for make up, I'm doing a simple sparkly silver sheer eyeshadow with a cat eyeliner and mascara. Like i said, I'm not into the whole get super dressed up kind of thing. After we're ready, the limo will pick up the boys from their house and then come on over to my place before we head out to take pictures.  Then we actually go to the Prom.

Cameron and I have been really good. We're like long lost best friends. We've told everything to each other and I love it. I mean Nora and Kayla are great! But it's a;ways good to have a guy's point of view too, ya know? Like we think so differently sometimes that when I look at it from Cam's (or a guy's point of view) I see a whole different side of things. It's crazy. anyways, we've even had a few more accidental sleep overs. I haven't been to his place yet because he claims I wouldn't want to be in a house were two guys live. It's a mess according to him. But i don't know. I mean he knows I wouldn't mind, especially since my house isn't the cleanest either! Oh well, I don't mind always being at my place. 

"You ready for tonight girls?" I asked as we met each other at the nail shop. "Hell yes! Mark and I are finally doing it tonight!" Nora shrieked excitedly. "Well, thanks for that information.." Kayla said blushing. Nora was more out in the open than Kayla, but when Kayla is at a party, she's the loudest and craziest person there. It's like a totally different person. "What about you and Caleb?" I asked Kayla. "We're good! I don't know his intentions for tonight, but we'll see how things go." She smiled. I nodded. "I think we should be asking you about Mr. Dallas!" Nora said as the nail shop ladies sat us down in a row to do our nails first. "Don't say that. It makes him sound so old!" I giggled. "Girl, he has about 3 years on you." Kayla defended. "That's not that much guys! Remember the guy you dated freshman year Nora?! He was 5 years older and you didn't seem to mind one bit." I said. "Point taken. But you never answered our initial question. How are you two?" She asked seriously. "Um, we're good! We've been hanging out like everyday, mostly talking and watching movies or going out for some food. It's been a fun week honestly." I said blushing a little bit. 'But he still hasn't asked you out?" Kayla said daringly. "No, and I don't expect him to. We're just friends. I mean I know how hard it is to find new friends when you have fame. You never know who's there for you as an honest friend or as a person that's with you because of your fame. It's hard. I just hope he knows he can trust me with anything. As long as we're friends I'm happy." I said honestly. Thinking about it now, he makes me feel like myself. I don't have to pretend to be some person I'm not. He understands the fame thing and that's why I feel like I can be me. I don't have to put on a smile for the camera when I 'm with my parents, I can be me and not get judged for it. My parents don't even let me go out with them unless I'm dressed well and I have pounds of make up on my face. With him I can be around I'm without a single drop of make up and not feel ashamed for doing so. It's weird, but being friends with him has been the best thing that has happened to me in a while. And I'd like to keep it like that.