Emotions // C.H

Joy

CALUM

Another day, and I'm...

In the same god-damn place.

I open my eyes, only to be met with a dark room; my hotel room. The blinds are closed, creating a relaxing grey tint to my room. I slowly roll my head to the left to see my alarm clock on the bed-side table.

W, 11/11/15, 8:56am

I feel the need to let out a loud sigh, which I do. Wednesday has rolled around, meaning I need to visit my parents and Mali. I roll back over to my original position and lay my hands on my chest. As I'm laying in silence, I look down at my tattoos on my arms. There's an empty spot on my wrist which I had the sudden urge to fill. I wanted to put something interesting there, something that meant a lot to me, just like all the others do. I already had Mum, Dad and Mali's initials permanently inked into my skin, so I had no-one else to mark into my body.

There is no way I'm getting MGC tattooed on my wrist, no matter how many accounts I follow on social media which contain the word "Malum" in the username.

As I'm thinking about what tattoo I may possibly get, I am interrupted, once again, by a soft knocking on my door. I huff, pulling my blankets off of my body and hanging my legs over the edge of my bed. I walk over to the door, looking though the peep-hole to see Luke with his eye up to it. I laugh, moving my hands down to the handle to pull the door open.

"Hey." He says casually with a slight bit of happiness laced through his voice. He looks like he's observing my tired body. I most likely had a tired-looking face and the worst hair anyone has seen since The Hippy era.

"Um, where are your pants?" He asked as I looked down to remember I was only wearing my boxers.

"I literally have my own room. Why would I need pants on when I'm sleeping?" I ask, opening the door more so he could walk through. However he doesn't. He stands still at my doorway with an excited smile on his face.

"I don't know." He says, then jumping up and down excitedly. "So we're all having breakfast at this restaurant down the road. Apparently it's really good, according to the concierge at least." He smiled, clearly expecting an answer from me.

I look down to pick at a loose thread on my waistband, looking back up once I've successfully removed it. "Yeah, I'll be down in 10. What's it called?" I asked.

"Paddock. It's like an old Queenslander house surrounded by a picket fence. I passed it today as I went for my run." He said as he leaned up against my door frame.

"Okay, well I'll go get changed and meet you guys down there." I said, smiling and looking at him. "Now let me go. I'm literally standing in the doorway in my boxers. I'm pretty sure I saw a fan walking down the hall yesterday." I laugh, as he eventually does too.

He simply nods, turning to walk back down the hall. I close my door and turn around to go back to my room to get changed. I look at my mirror to see my hair is in its curly state. I personally like my hair when it's curly the most, but apparently my hairdresser doesn't. The blonde has faded to a lighter brown than my original hair colour, which I need to touch up soon. Or maybe I'll leave it how it is?

I turn back to my suitcase to pull out some black jeans and a white Green Day t-shirt, which has a few holes cut into it. I quickly get changed, grabbing my wallet and my Ray Bans, as well as my keys and phone, and walk out the door.