Famous. || c.w.

Chapter 3

My plane landed around 10:30 considering we had a tiny delay at the airport. The whole flight I thought about us, as in Cole and I. I did this a lot when I was alone and doing nothing. It was good to spend time alone with my thoughts, as long as I never let it get out of control. It's just sometimes I wonder why we're together. It wasn't necessarily that he wasn't perfect for me, believe me, he's way beyond perfect. It was just that why me? I wasn't anywhere near tall. I didn't have flawless skin, or beautiful blue eyes. That just wasn't the truth. I am 5'4 at the age of 15. I had acne, and my teeth weren't perfectly white. My hair was fading naturally from blonde to brown, and it was wavy, just barely though. The truth of this whole thing was, I was no where near what I wanted to look like, but did I love myself? Of course. And the fact that Cole could look past all of my 'imperfections' and love me, well that just made it easier for me.

"Zoey?" My mom asked

"Yeah?" I said snapping out of my thoughts

"Honey, you're doing it again."

Of course she knew. My mother and I weren't particularly close, but we did think alike. She went through the same thing as a child, and is trying to help me avoid what she went through. It was a lot worse when I was younger. Although I didn't do anything drastic physically, I continually destroyed myself emotionally time and time again. The year I started to be alone more, was also the year Cole came into my life. He didn't save me, I saved myself. Cole and my mother were there to help.  It hadn't completely left me, but it had gotten much better since. I rarely had any negative or self-doubting thoughts anymore.

"Sorry mom," I said

"It's alright, look we're here, we'll drop off our stuff and I'll let you change if you want and we can go be tourists for the rest of the day."

I nod and pull out my phone as we get out of the taxi. I texted Cole so he knew as I was safe and could stop worrying like he normally does. I don't get a response so I'm assuming he either fell asleep on the bus up there, or he's getting settled. We got into the hotel and got settled. I figured I'd get cleaned up before we go out to be tourists. I pulled on grey Nike tank top and grabbed my phone off the counter. My mom handed me my sunglasses and I put them on before we both left the room to explore.

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It was later that night and I was face timing Cole while he was also in his bunk. It was around 10:30 and we were both talking about our day of settling in. From what he had told me, being in the Little League World Series sounded like a lot of fun. He had only half an hour left because of his curfew. I figured he was alone in the room while the rest of his team continued to explore their new quarters. I felt kind of bad, him taking his time to talk to me when he should be out having the time of his life. As I continued to talk to him, the voice in the back of my mind told me to let him go. And I followed that voice.

"Cole I have to go."

"Wha- but why?" He asked

"Listen it's in our best interest if I do..." I trailed off

"No talk to me, what's wrong? Did I say something?"

"No Cole you didn't do anything, I'm just tired, that's all." I lied

"Bull." He said

"It is not Cole."

"Zoey I know you. Your whole life you were never one to sleep. That still hasn't changed and I know it."

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight Cole." I said and hung up

I feel bad for hanging up but I wanted him to enjoy his time while he was in Williamsport, I mean you only get that kind of chance once in your lifetime. I didn't want to take that away from him, just because I was his girlfriend. And who knows? Down the road we might not even be together. So I don't want him to look back on this experience and get a bad taste in his mouth because he spent his time talking to me. There was no telling when my mom would return to the room, so I just plugged in my phone and went to bed. Besides I had games the next day. I was nervous. Super nervous, to be clear. I'm a fifteen year old playing for an eighteen and under team. These girls were bigger and definitely stronger than me, and no matter how many times I played games I would always be nervous. I tried to shake off the nerves and sleep, but it wasn't until midnight when I finally passed out.

A/N: hey guys it's Sammy. So recently, I just got a concussion. I've been on and off writing since Wednesday last week. I'm sorry I'll try to get better, but it's hard to focus when I'm writing. Hope you understand xx