I just wanted her to be happy. I want her to know what it was like to be happy last week, but also not have to know the pain of past years. How do I explain this to her?
"Trust me, it's a long story," I looked into her pleading eyes, craving t...
I woke up to a pillow being thrown on my face. I stayed like that for a minute, not wanting to move, but I eventually had to. Grabbed the pillow in my hands and took it off my face, only to see Jay smiling like an idiot. Without hesitation I threw the pillow back at him. It hit him with a huff.
"Time to get up princess, we're going to eat breakfast downstairs," he explained. He said that people were complaining that they didn't have breakfast before and that we're getting food now. I groaned, not wanting to get up, and put the sheets over my face in refusal.
"But I don't wannaaaaaa," I said stretching the 'a', my voice muffled. Eventually gave in, pulled the sheets off my face and went on my phone, the first thing I do when I get up. Since I've been picked to play in the match, my social media has been blowing up with fangirls/boys and my closet friends/family. Now I know how youtubers feel, only it's worse for them. It's kind of cool though, feeling part of something, like you have a meaning there. It makes me smile. After I check social media, I go to my unread messages. 19 unread messages. Oh no.
Simon 💩:
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Simon 💩: Hey
Simon 💩: Hey
Simon 💩: Hey
Simon 💩: You
Simon 💩: Hey
Simon 💩: Wake
Simon 💩: Up
Simon 💩: Time
Simon 💩: To
Simon 💩: Eat
Simon 💩: Food
Simon 💩: So
Simon 💩: You
Simon 💩: Don't
Simon 💩: Die
Simon 💩: A
Simon 💩: Death
Simon 💩: 😈
I shook my head and smiled. What an idiot. I texted him back.
Bailey: looks like your still in bed hM
Simon 💩: you're
Bailey: ffs grammar police
Simon 💩: and that picture was from an hour ago smart ass
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Simon 💩: See
Bailey: you're such a white girl
Simon 💩: I try 💁🏼
I save the two pictures to my phone.
I put on some sweat pants and the Sidemen sweatshirt from before and walk with Jay down to the main level to eat. We ended up being in the elevator with other people on my team that I became friends with earlier, so we talked and I introduced them to Jay. After the very short elevator ride (I don't know why we don't just take the stairs), we are told to go to our left and down the hallway. As we approach the commotion of the breakfast buffet, I can already hear JJ laughing. Trust me, his laugh is a lot better in person.
This Buffett was the greatest thing I had ever seen; the smell of breakfast foods filled the room, everyone was talking and having a good time; youtubers talking with us visitors, laughing, taking photos, it looked like we were all a family, we are all a family. It got even better when I spotted the pancakes.
"Well don't mind if I do," I say as I take a big step away from the crowd and speed walk to the stacked-high golden pancakes. Applause to the company who put this breakfast all together. I grabbed a plate and started putting pancakes on my plate, covering it entirely with syrup.
"You really hate pancakes don't you-," Simon said from behind me, spooking me. I jumped a little and turned around. Simon was dressed in sweats and the shirt from the picture, and was holding a glass of orange juice. I just realized his height; he was tall, obviously, but I was also pretty tall for my age, so it wasn't like he towered over me, so that was good.
"-Smart-ass," he added on. I looked at him with an eyebrow up, giving him a 'you really want to go there?' look. Instead I responded with,
"I know, just eating them to get rid of them-," I joked.
"-White girl." He looked at me with a smirk. Fluttering.
That. Meal. Was. The. Best. Meal. Ever. I sat there, leaning back on my chair, holding my stomach with an empty plate in front of me.
"Jeez Bailey," Jay said from next to me.
"Hey, you know I love pancakes!" Don't be so surprised," I argued.
After that quick breakfast, we headed back to our rooms, to get ready to go practice once again.
"Oh yeah," I started, "you're coming with me today, and so is everyone else who came with a player," I told Jay. All he said was 'cool'. I changed into some sporty apparel, remembering a jacket this time, and Jay just stayed in comfy clothes. I walked by my bed to grab my football bag- wait, what?
"My bag isn't here," I said aloud.
"What?" Jay also said confused.
"Why wouldn't it be here?" I walked around the little room to see if I put it somewhere else and then it hit me.
