Graffiti; s.m. c.c.

nine

The vibrant sun shined through the window adjacent from my bed. The warmth engulfs me, a smile arises across my face. My phone begins to ring, breaking me from the moments of familiar serenity I experience each morning. I grab my phone from the coffee table and quickly answer it as I do every morning.

"Good morning," his joyous voice irritates me.

"Its way to early for you to sound that excited."

Shawn chuckles, "Well today is an important day."

I groaned at the thought of my day's plans. "What time is it in Tokyo?" I questioned attempting to distract myself.

"I don't know, like two or three in the morning.

I giggled and rolled onto my stomach while continuously twirling my hair, "And you just happened to be thinking about me?"

"Had to make sure you were up," Shawn tone was still irritatingly happy.

"Honestly I'm surprised you remembered."

He gasped," I can't believe you thought I would forget--your first school dance. It's quite a milestone."

I rolled out of bed and sat in front of my vanity admiring my bed head. The mascara I was too lazy to remove last night left a nearly permeant residue under my eyes. My baggy grey knit sweater hung from my body only really touching on my shoulders and arms. The grease that had developed on my face overnight was visible in the mirror.

A yawn escaped my mouth causing my eyes to water, "Well I better go shower. Wouldn't want to miss this opportunity to be a contributing member of the student body."

"You're not going to have fun with that attitude. Please just try to have fun while you're there," Shawn commented monotonously.

I sighed, "I will act happy just for you."

A knock on my door shocked me out of my momentary happiness. My mom slowly opened the door as if her loud knock wouldn't have woke me if I were asleep.

"Oh good you're awake," She smiled widely.

I was going to prom for her just as much as I was for Shawn. Although Shawn had promised to accompany me. When he apologized for his absence I pretended to be okay with it because I understand that he has more important things going on.

She rose her eyebrows and smirked, "Hey Shawn."

He chuckled on the other end of the phone. My mom snapped her fingers in the air.

"Lets go! You've got a big day ahead of you," She picked up one of the throw pillows that had fallen to the ground during the night. She lightly tossed it at me before exiting my room.

"Go get ready, don't forget to send me lots of pictures," I could tell Shawn was grinning on the other side of the phone.

I involuntarily rolled my eyes, "Yeah okay."

"I'm serious Camila," he whined.

"Fuck off."

"Damn," Shawn extended the one syllabic word to sound like four. "I see how it is. Have a good time."

Using profound words to end a conversation was our uncanny way of saying 'I love you'. We were both too scared to actually admit how we felt. Because if I did indeed have feelings for him I would have to face the fact that I would rarely see him. He wouldn't ever be able to be there for me. Sure, he was only a phone call away but there were too many 'what ifs'. Shawn's feeling were unknown to me but I assumed he felt the same way.

Once I hung up the phone I stood up and glanced back at my bed. The comforter and sheets were strewn on the floor, a visual representation of the quality of my sleep last night. I tossed the bedding back where it was originally before making my way to the bathroom. I connected my phone to my speaker, playing Shawn's new single I jumped into the shower.

Listening to his music made me feel closer to him, even though in the back of my mind I knew he was thousands of miles away.

I sat in the shower longer that I had to, soaking in the minutes of calm before I would have to interact with my mother who was always too overly excited when it came to anything that I participated in. Which lately wasn't much.

Once I the warm water had run out I got out of the shower and dried off. I threw on a large flannel Shawn had left here on his first and last visit. It vaguely smelt of his over priced cologne. I wrapped my hair in a towel and sat in front of the mirror. I began applying makeup as if I had any idea what I was doing.

Once I looked nothing like I did earlier I knew I was done. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I wondered how other girls put on full faces of make on did every day after school.

I flicked the bathroom light off and entered the hallway that lead to my room. It reeked like an ever so familiar lavish fragrance. If I hadn't just done my makeup I would've began to sob.

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Hey! I know I've said this a few times but I think I'm officially back! I really wanted to update this book because it only has one chapter left. I will be working on Publicity Stunt next and then Bad Reputation. Thank you guys for still reading. - R.L.T.