Making Me Smile (Damon Fizzy Story)

Chapter 24, I Should Be A Director

Written Tuesday August 20th, 2013, typed Wednesday August 21st, 2013, and edited September 15th and October 19th. Copywritten by TruthfulRumours a.k.a Samantha Porter.

Just a quick note. This whole chapter took me legit almost 6 hours to do because I wrote it in a notebook for almost 3 and a half hours and spent another 2 and a half writing. Enjoy♥

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The next day rolled around and I was exhausted. When I had been talking to the band the previous night, someone had kindly set my alarm to ring every single hour after 2 o'clock in the morning. Since I couldn't figure out how to shut it off, I threw it in the toilet.

May not have been my best move but a sleep exhausted Samm was not one to mess with.

When 5 am came, my phone alarm went off, and I reluctantly got up. I took a shower, did my make up, and got some comfy pajama jeans on before Kellin could call me to let me know that he was here.

While I waited for him, I wanted a little snack, so I called room service.

"Hello. Room service! How may I help you?" A voice said on the other end of the hotel's phone.

"Hey, uh, can I get 2 small chocolate chip pancakes and a medium hot chocolate?" I know I was eating horribly but I would work this all off in my gym class when I came back to Florida.

"Yup!" They should be up to your room within 15 minutes."

"Cool, thank you." I said before hanging up the phone.

Now to kill time while I waited for my food to come up.

I surfed the tv for a few moments, settling with Ridiculousness. It was basically like America's Funniest Home Videos, except Rob Derick couldn't compare to Tom Burger, as I called him because his name was hard to say for me.

Grabbing my phone, I tapped on the Twitter app. I scrolled through my mentions, replying to some, favoriting others.

'New York looks gorgeous. Someone please let me live with you<3.' I wrote. Before I could send it though, I opened my curtains, and took a picture with the city lights as my background. After I attached the picture, my tweet was sent.

A knock on my door made me drop my phone to the ground. I picked my cell up and walked to the door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"Room service! Two small pancakes and a hot chocolate!"

I opened the door and welcomed the guy inside. "Sorry, I was just making sure it wasn't someone else."

"No problem mam. Okay, so there's culinary and a napkin. Do you need anything else?"

"Nope. Thank you very much." I pulled a ten dollar bill out of my pocket and handed it to him as a tip. I know all he did was bring up a cart but I was in a good mood.

"Thank you. Have a good rest of your day." The guy said and he was soon on his way.

Before I could dig in, my phone began ringing in my pocket.

"Hellloooo?" I said. With my phone pressed against my ear, I began cutting my food up.

"Hey Samm. I'm on my way up." Kellin said on his side.

"Fuck. Okay. Knock three times so I know it's you." Yes, I was a very paranoid person. Maybe that atte pted break in affected me more than I thought it did.

"Will do!" And then he hung up. I placed my phone back in my pants pocket and began looking for where I could put my drink and food so I could just eat my food on the way there.