Laying in bed I hear nothing.
I get up and walk out the door and bam a handful of coffe grounds, Nutella, and peanut butter come flying out at my face.
"WHAT THE HELL!!!!!" I say in a confused state
"My god I'm so sorry", a guy says as he tries wiping it off.
"Don't touch me"
"Hey...look I'm Aaron this is Carter and that's Nash. We were trying to get Cameron and we got the wrong room. I'm sorry."
"Who's Cameron..."
"You've never heard of him" Nash says
" I've heard of many Cameron's but I don't know which you are talking about"
When I'm done speaking a boy in shorts and socks with brown eyes and luscious brown hair walks out of the room next to mine. He starts laughing and then he realised that I had become a different person who got smacked in the face when it was supposed to be him.
For a moment we stare at eachother in awe and then I break the gaze and ask
"Is this Cameron"
They stare down at their feet and I walk over to cam.
"Thanks"
I took what was left on my hand from what had fallen on my face and smeared it on his.
"Your welcome!" He said as I walked back into my room and slammed the door shut.
Behind the door I could hear Cameron telling the boys to go back to their room. I started getting up to get changed, brush my hair, and clean my face when I hear a knock on the door.
"Excuse me, Open up."
"What the hell do you want," I say as I open the door with the brush in my hand.
"I um..uh.."
"I don't have all day and I need to take my pills"
"I wanted to say I was sorry on behalf of those douche bags. Is there anything I could do or say that would make it up to you?"
"No. But are you Cameron Dallas"
"Yeah.." He looked shamefully down at the floor.
"Let me see your phone"
"He unlocks his phone and I get on his Instagram and Twitter and make him follow my sister."
"What did you do"
"Oh nothing let's just say I'm the best sister in the world."
He stares at me and then he blushes creating yet another stare contest."
"What's your name?" He says quietly
"....Lucy...." I say quietly
"Come down to the venue at 1:00"
"I'm not gonna die right?"
"No no no that's the opposite"
"Well I have to go see my dad for breakfast."
"Hold on let me see your phone."
"Um I uh....I don't know"
For years I had had certain screensaver about anxiety and death and cutting it helped sooth me knowing that it was a way of control.
"Come on please." I log in and give him the phone he types in his phone number and says my number over and over again to remember it.
"I will see you at one" he says and he then he wipes a little bit of what was left on my cheek and leaves.
I close the door and take my anxiety pills and then throw on some joggers vans and a Pierce the Veil shirt from Hot Topic. I then put on my new Adidas sweatshirt grab my phone and head downstairs after grabbing the room key and my blade.
L: Hey dad I'm waiting outside.
