Behind The Cameras

Chapter 7

~Carmen~

I woke up the following morning to two strong arms wrapped around my waist. It felt really good considering I had been waking up in a empty bed, in an empty room for a little over a year so in my half asleep state I snuggled back into their arms.

     About half an hour later I woke up again and realized that I was alone in the bed and sunlight was streaming through the windows. "Good morning pop princess." Xavier called as he stepped out of the bathroom attached to the bedroom. I groaned and rolled over only to be rudely disturbed by Xavier flopping down on the bed. "Get up I want food and unless you want me to burn your lovely house to the ground then you need to make me food."  It was true that if Xavier tried to cook, the house would be in flames in under 15 minutes. Seriously, I'm starting to think it's a talent.

"Ugh, fine. But let me at least wash my face and put on a little makeup first." Over all the years of being in the spotlight I've grown accustomed to putting on makeup before I do anything else in the morning. "No, you don't need it you're beautiful" he commented as he practically dragged me out of bed.

As I mixed the pancake batter and poured it onto the griddle I started humming the song I wrote last night. "What song is that? It doesn't sound familiar." Questioned Xavier after about a minute. "Oh, just something new I'm working on." I said with a shrug. "You just got off tour and you're already writing again?" He asked, A look of shock crossing over his features. "I never stop writing, I mean I'm not like actively writing an album but I still write songs, it's my outlet." i reply. "So do I get to hear this wonderful new song or do I have to wait until you're writing the next album and ask me for input?" He questioned me with a raised eyebrow, showing he was joking. "Once I'm done with it, if it's not too terrible you'll be the first to hear it." I assure him with a playful shove which caused him to laugh.    

Once breakfast was done being made and consumed, Xavier left with a promise to return tomorrow and I headed upstairs to get ready. I showered and then braided my hair, applying light makeup and then got dressed. My outfit consisted of black leggings and a dark blue oversized knit sweater.

Once I was dressed I grabbed my phone and headed up to the attic. I played through the song I wrote last time all the way through before stopping suddenly right before the last cord. I suddenly realized that the entire time I was playing, pictures of yesterday with Xavier were flashing through my mind like a slideshow. And then it hit me, I still liked Xavier Young.