the three of us {chim}

Piece 21

Camille's POV

I went over to my nightstand, grabbing the magazine I had bought earlier this morning. I didn't want to force myself into tears or get angry at the absolute shit people write.

I went back to the article I marked by folding the corner of the page.  I started reading the written article.

'Cheryl Cole steps out with a new girl.  A girl we've never seen, and have no idea where she comes from.  Reporters say that she seemed to be close with Cheryl and her partner, Kimberley Walsh.  She was holding hands with the couple.  Reporters also say that the girls name is Camille, and looks to be about 16-17 years of age.  Camille hadn't said anything and seemed frightened by the paparazzi following Cheryl and Kimberley all day.  Camille seems to have similar qualities to Cole, her face gives it all away.  With a beauty like Cheryl's, she's lucky to look like her.  Hopefully more will be revealed about New Girl sometime soon.'

I hate that.  I hate the term 'New Girl'.  Why do they feel the need to write all about how terrified I was?  And why did they keep saying Cole?  That's not Cheryl's last name.  Whatever, it's not worth the emotions.

I found myself looking through the rest of the magazine rubbish.  I took the magazine downstairs and shoved it in the rubbish itself, where it belongs.  Those writers are monsters.

I went back upstairs occupying myself listening to music, some of the songs that passed were Girls Aloud songs.  Apparently, I was meeting them tonight.  I felt the need to know their songs before I meet them.  It's not exactly my type of music, but it's pretty good.

It was time for me to start getting ready.  I started with the makeup, I went to the ensuite and pulled out the drawer containing all the makeup.  I put on a light navy blue eye and a darker shade of pink matte lipstick.  I curled my hair very lightly, it was my normal look.  I went to my closet picking out my navy blue party dress.  It was tight and sort of had an hourglass figure, but not too tight.  The laces fringe at the hem and end of sleeves. 

I put on a black pair of heels, not too tall.  I never like to stand out too much.  I don't like to be the tallest person, or wear the brightest clothes, or have on the reddest lipstick.  I walked down the stairs, holding my phone, the dress has pockets so I decided on no bag.

Cheryl came down the stairs, she was wearing a two piece nude, tight dress.  She looked stunning.  Kimberley was wearing a tight dress as well, it was a dark purple color. (A/N: See outfits below.)

"You look stunning, babe!" Cheryl took my cheeks in her hands and kissed my forehead lightly, trying not to smudge her lipstick.

"You two look even more stunning!" I put my arm around Kimba and Cheryl as we walked to the car.

"Alright, let's have fun tonight.  Okay?" Cheryl asked, reminding me that tonight is supposed to be fun and I shouldn't be nervous.

"Aye, a fun night!" I smiled back at Kimba in the rear view mirror.

"Someone's been hanging out with Chezza a little too much!" We giggled, our mixed laughs making a perfect harmony.

Author's POV

The three girls arrived at Nadine's house, the other three girls waiting for them to arrive. Cheryl knocks on the door and rings the doorbell, she was always an impatient one.

"CHEZ!"

"KIMBA!" The girls screamed at Cheryl and Kimberley as they all hugged, Camille getting wrapped into random hugs. They all stumbled into the house. Camille took a look at all of the girls, she could see their personalities through their faces, it was something she could always do with anyone.