the three of us {chim}

Piece 20

Camille's POV

I woke up this morning to a tangle of limbs.  I fell asleep in between Cheryl and Kimberley last night, although I was pushed to the side. I was on one side of Kimberley, she was holding both me and Cheryl. Cheryl was sound asleep her head against Kimba's chest while mine was on her stomach. I decided to get up and do something. I crept out of bed, Kimba and Cheryl tossing a little bit.

I went downstairs, into the kitchen. I looked at the time on the stove and it read about 7:30 AM. School is starting soon, so it was good practice to be up early.  Kimberley and Cheryl usually don't wake up until 10, so I decided to do something productive.

I decided to go out on my bike, I never get around to riding anymore.  It's always nice to get a little exercise. I went up to my room to get ready.  I put on the striped sweater that we bought the other day and matched it with some short denim shorts. I put on my white converse and went out the door. I opened the garage, putting the code in.

It's strange how used to living here I am. I have a key card for the gate, a key to the front and back garden door, the key code to the garages. I feel so normal being her now, it's just nice. I finally feel at home in a real home.

I grabbed my Veloretti bike and sped down the driveway. The bike is a light cyan color with wooden handlebars and old-fashioned tires. It has a little bell on it, but I never use it because I'd rather not draw attention to myself. Hopefully, Cheryl and Kimba won't freak out when they see that I'm gone.

I was going through the streets of London.  As I sped past some shops, I saw a newsstand that had a bunch of pictures of Cheryl on multiple magazines. One of the headlines made me stop my bike and drop it carelessly on the pavement.

"Cheryl Cole's Daughter? Get the Inside Scoop on the New Girl."

"New girl?" I mumbled to myself.

I flicked through the magazine, straight to the article with my face all over it. I didn't know what to do. I don't have time to read through it, I have to get home.

"This one please." I handed the worker at the stand £4.

"Thank you! Have a nice day!" I smiled at his kindness.

"You too!" I hopped on my bike and went back home. I saw a flower stand with the most beautiful orange tulips. I crossed the street and headed for the stand.

"Hello! How much are the orange tulips?" I looked at the middle aged woman.

"£15."

"I'll take one bouquet then!" I handed her the £15 as she went to grab the tulips.

"You like flowers?" She asked before I could take off again, back home.

"I love flowers, but my Mu-Kimberley loves them more." I went ghost white, all the sudden super nervous. Did I just call her Mum?

"Thank you, have a nice day sweetie!" My hands and legs worked on their own, driving the bike on their own.

"Thanks, you too!" I yelled, going down the street.

No way I just called Kimberley, Mum. No way. This isn't happening, why is this happening so fast? Why did I say that!?

I went up to the house, opening the front door. I walked into the kitchen setting down my keys, the flowers, and the magazine on the island counter.

I went up to my room, setting the magazine in the drawer of my nightstand. I walked back downstairs, not wanting them to know that I was going to be reading all the lies in the magazine. I knew it was fake, but I wanted to know what people thought about who I am.