Love Is Not Over

Val: Why Me?

"Dude. Wake up! It's Saturday and I wanna do something fun." I heard Chelsea whine.

"Go away." I groaned, covering my face with my pillow.

She yanked it off. "No! Come on Val let's go EXPLORE!"

I sat up grumpy. "Do I look like Dora to you?" Snatching the pillow back, I laid down again. "Go with the guys and Boots. I'm sure they'll be happy to show you around."

Silence.

Sheesh. Finally! I've only had 6 hours of sleep damn it. Leave me a-

"I think that V guy would rather much prefer you." She snickered.

I bolted upright. "Excuse me? How in the name of Buddha do you know that?"

She laughed, satisfied that I gave in

Great. Way to go idiot.

"I knew it! He does like you and you know it!" She was hopping around like a kid. Suddenly, she stopped. "Why are giving him such a hard time then?" She pouted.

I shrugged. "Don't have time for him."

She stared, waiting for an explanation.

"Chelsea, the main reason why I agreed to this tour was for Cam. This group is her ULTIMATE reason to fan girl, so I thought she might change if she met and got to know them. I mean, she used to dream of meeting them! And yet here she is, still ignoring everyone." I was exasperated.

I thought last night was the perfect opportunity for her to bond with the idiots, but she disappeared right after the show. Even the damn after-party was awkward!

"Ahhhh, I see. Aannnddd what is it with you and the guys?" She had her eyebrow raised.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"Well, it started off with awkward staring but now they're coming up to your face and talking comfortably like you've known each other for years. God knows that doesn't happen out of no where." She crossed her arms.

I gulped.

Should I tell her? Maybe she could help me.

I took a deep breath before telling her of my little kidnapping incident. From catching them off guard, to the confession, to being tied up and forced to lend a helping hand.

I stopped, watching her face carefully. She said nothing.

"Are you okay?" I asked slowly.

She broke into a laugh. "Oh my gosh thats exciting! Why did I miss out on all the fun?"

I stared at her. "Yup. That confirms it. You're a nutbag."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh puh-lease. You got dragged into a room by 7 hot a** guys. Do you know how many girls dream of something like that to happen?"

I got up, not wanting to hear any more of her ranting.

"Not to mention being crushed on by one." She muttered.

I stopped. "Shut it Chelsea. I mean it." I warned.

She hopped up, dancing her way to the bathroom. "The more you deny, the more you'll be pulled." She sang.

"That's it! Get over here you wench!" I chased after her.

She squealed, locking the door.

Idiotic girl. Like I'm not nervous enough as it is.