Quick A/N: Noah, (Charlotte's best friend) is gonna be in this chapter and I want y'all to think of him as 2010 Zac Efron bc damn boi. Okay happy reading! (tf did I say that for I sounded like a 54 year old librarian with 2 kids in college.)) ANYWAYS CONTINUE ON CHILDREN. oh and here's a pic of 2010 Zac Efron to keep you going in life. ;-)
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I'm crouched down on the couch, camera, spray-cleaner, and a wipe spread out on my lap. If you didn't already guess, I was attempting to clean my camera lens.
After cleaning it, I turn it on to look through the recent pictures I've taken, looking for the best quality ones to send to John.
Flipping through, I find the one I took of Ashton when we were dancing together. His curls were in a disarray, plastered to his sweaty forehead, eyes shut and focused on the music that had been playing.
I decide to send that one of course, no doubt people in "Ashton's Lane" or whatever they call it will go crazy at the high definition of it.
Then I find a few of Michael, some of Calum, and then I remember. I took absolutely none of Luke, and that is not okay.
I have a feeling my boss is going to yell at me, seeing when I photograph bands, he likes me to try and get pictures of all the members. Not to mention the freaking lead-singer.
How could I have been so stupid?
The dude literally slept in the same exact bed as me last night, lied on my couch, danced with me, ate breakfast with me, and talked to me multiple times and I still didn't snap even one stupid freaking picture.
I suck at my job so unbelievably much.
I frustratingly pull at my hair that's falling out of its sloppy bun, annoyed as hell at myself.
And I for one know that, when being mad at anything or anyone, it's always worse to be mad at yourself. Because at least when you're mad at someone else, you can take your anger out on them. You can yell at them, get out your frustrations. When you're mad at yourself it just gets you down, because there's no one to blame except for you.
It's the worse feeling ever.
I set my camera down on the coffee table, lying back on my couch and sighing.
Then of course the doorbell has to ring, making me have to get up again.
I get up, walking over to the door, and going by the intercom button.
I press the red button, saying into it, "Who is it?"
"Char, it's me, Noah!" I hear my best friend greet me on the other side of the door.
My heart thumps wildly in my chest as I throw open the door and jumped into his arms.
What can I say, I missed my best friend.
"Noah! You're here! How? I thought last night was the only night you were free! Ohmigod! Whe-" He cuts me off, and I realize I'm starting to sound like John with all the questions. Ew.
"I thought I'd surprise you. I'm here until Sunday afternoon." He says, placing his chin atop my head.
Sunday afternoon means tomorrow afternoon and that's depressing.
We go over to my couch and I decide to show him the recent pictures I've been taking and what's been going on in my life. Aka, Luke.
short ass chapter for you jalapeños. a lot of drama coming up in the next chapter to keep u on your toes.
next chapter will probs be out tonight bc Ima bitch w no lyfe.
