Life In The Fast Lane •JB•

24

Camilla

Although we were supposed to have our meeting yesterday, Justin was way too hungover to even talk words let alone sit in a room for a few hours discussing plans. Most of the day he stayed in bed, he must of drank a lot to be this bed ridden. Justin hadn't had alcohol for a while, which I was beginning to feel proud of him. He blew it all yesterday night, being the idiot he can be and probably trying to drink as much as he can. I went off at him, him thinking he could just practically crush me in his attempt to kiss me. I just wanted to punch that smug look off his annoying, but cute face. By the time he curled up in bed he was practically asleep, showing me signs that he didn't take coke or something which would of kept him up for hours.

Right now I was doing a few morning chores, as the meeting was sometime after midday. The buzzer went off for my washing and I took out the now dried clothes, placing them in my small washing basket I carried it back to my room, carelessly humming a tune on my way there. After turning down a few hallways I made it to my room, hearing a husky voice sneak up behind me, "You kept these?" Justin tapped at my shoulder with my black lingerie wrapped around his finger.

Why must have that fallen out of all the clothes I have.

I scoffed snatching it from his hand, "Does it matter?" I scoffed, shoving it deep in the basket. He let out a sly chuckle before disappearing from my sight, I shrugged him off and got back to what I was doing.

I pushed open the door to my room, the natural light pouring through the window at the peak of the day. My room had changed since I got here; it actually started to feel like mine- feel like home. It's big and spacious, although not as big as Justin's room. There is a huge closet, which I hardly need as I have only a small amount of clothing. I have no electronics, only the cable telephone sitting on my bedside table that was here before myself. From day one I've spent a lot of time in this room, my only escape from these crazy boys. I do love them all though.

I hung up all my clothes, fixed the bed and cleaned the floor spotless, finishing just before twelve-o'clock.

I made my way down into a burnt smelling kitchen, finding Za and Brandon freak out over a fry pan coated in burnt burger patties. Justin had fired Anita for 'no reason' according to him, so the boys have to fend for themselves from now on. I miss some mature, female company.

"Help us woman!" Za jokingly panicked backing away from the pan, the heat still on as their lunch continued to burn. I lunged forward to assist, getting rid of the burnt patties, replacing them with fresh ones. I put a couple more on in case Lewis and Justin appeared.

The boys let our a relieved sigh, stepping back towards the counter where they made themselves comfortable. "Hey, I'm not doing this for you. It's time to learn," I pointed the spatula to Za who was already rolling his eyes. He walked up behind me and patiently watched me demonstrating how to flip the patties, and when they looked cooked. He decided he could take the challenge on himself and waved me off, so I hopped up next to Brandon who was snacking on the burger fillings he was supposed to be setting up for us to build our own burgers.

"Hurry up, I'm hungry." I jokingly whined, Brandon mocking back my tone in an overly girly voice. I side-eyed him through thin eyes, "I do not sound like that!" I jokingly slapped his shoulder making him laugh, along with Za who was no longer struggling with cooking the meat.

"I'll go get Justin and Lew and let them know lunch is ready." I insisted, leaving the kitchen to find the two boys. I searched the garage first, but neither of them were there, so I headed to the second place I could think of.