Mr.you

Camilla

He keeps his arm around my waist as my breath quickens. I swallow hard. "Look don't drink too much wine just cos of what your mom says." He has a point but frankly i don't care. "Yeah well i am not doing this for a sob story i am doing this to have a bit of fun. But no it's impossible to have fun with you!" I growl pissed at everyone and everything. Hurt flashes across his face as guilt knots in my stomach. Might as well keep going. "Look i know this is probably not what you need to hear, but Ashton just listen for once." He starts to protest as i put my hand up signaling him to stop. "I have been rejected by the mother i wanted to love me, i have no one left. So frankly i want to be alone." "No" he says automatically. "Please Ashton leave me alone." I whisper grabbing my wine and ice cream walking to the motel in which i get my own room.

I lay on my bed mascara tears down my cheeks and the empty wine bottle next to me. Ashtons knocked on the doors asking me if i am okay. I don't answer feeling hallow inside.

I stay in bed the last few days only getting up to pee and eat a breakfast bar. I look like shit in a white t-shirt that goes to my thighs. I have big bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and my hair is in all directions. I get up to go pee when a person knocks on the door. Ooh must be room service. I stomp to the door opening it to see Ashton. "You look like someone shit on you and then threw up on you" he comments shoving his way through. "Yeah well i am heart broken and really don't give a damn" i reply then i glare at him. "Your not room service" he smirks "get dressed we need to do some exploring" i shake my head. "I am getting a shower but i am going nowhere." I turn on my heel walking to the bathroom, when i get there i shut the door hopping in the shower.

A short while later i am feeling refreshed and i look way better my brown hair silky in waves down my back and i am wearing a white tight t-shirt and a pair of black yoga shorts as i walk out of the bathroom. To see Ashton fiddling with the tv. "Hey" i don't answer ignoring him as i walk to my bag, in which i continue to pack my stuff up. "Hey i thought we were gonna have fun." He says eyeing me. "Yeah well i have unfinished business now please Ashton leave me alone." I grab my bag throwing it over my shoulder. "Lemme just grab my bags" Ashton says getting up. "Yeah whatever" he walks out. And as soon as he's out of my room i flee. Jumping into a taxi i tell him the address and wait. I can't deal with my feelings for him when i know my own mom doesn't love me and that he probably doesn't love me.

Once i get to he familiar town i walk to the motel not able to stay in the house i grew up in. People give me dirty looks as i walk up to the motel room i have. Setting my stuff down i shut the door on the way in. I turn on the tv and stare at the hot male reporter tears threatening to fall again
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-wscolleen