MagCon girls

"Well, let's get you a proper lunch."

- Camille-

"Yo' Camille let's get some food!" Carter smiled, opening my door as I saw the rest of the guys walking down the hall.

"Oh, erm, I'm not hungry..."

LIES, I have been starving myself for around two days.

"Come along, the show is starting soon." He shrugged as I got up and walked beside him.

I manage to look at his wrist, noticing some ink in it.

"You got tattoos?" I ask as we got into the elevator.

"They're temporally..." He chuckled, showing me.

"They're hot." I smiled, brushing my thumb over them.

"Thanks," He chuckled, me nodding.

"So, Chicago huh?"

"It's amazing." He stated as we walked off the elevator.

"Mhum," I nodded as we walked over the rest of the guys. "You look damn funny in that wheelchair." I said, approaching Cameron.

"He does!" Hayes laughs, from behind me.

"Good morning!" Tay exclaimed, hugging me.

"Can we get pizza before the show?" Aaronnie asked as she approached us.

"We might?" Nash shrugged.

"UGH!" Cartei groaned, standing beside me.

"What?" I asked, chuckling.

"I didn't find my favorite jeans and I swear if Jackie is wearing them, I will cut a bitch."

All the guys left, they didn't say where they would be going, but I guess they'll be back in a few.

"It's been interesting going around with them, don't you think?" I ask.

"It's been-"

"JACKIE AND JACKY IN THE HOUSE!" Jacky exclaimed, interrupting Nashli.

"Let's get that damn pizza!" Nash said, shaking his head.

"Jackie are those my jeans?"

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"Aren't you hungraaay?" Matthew asked, taking a bite of his pizza.

Yes Matthew, I am. I am hungry and I don't know how long I can take being this hungry, but I just need to lose some pounds.

"No, I ate a lot this morning... in breakfast."

"Oh, cool!" He chuckled, shrugging.

"Hurry up with those pizzas, we have to get to the show." Samantha smiled, me nodding.

After Cartei took her last pizza bite, we payed and left.

When we got back to our hotel we did some soundcheck, which means us being weird and loud.

"10 minutes to show, get ready!" A supervisor said, making everyone to get off the stage.

I was the last standing on it, until I got dizzy.

I tried finding balance, but everything around me was spinning.

Until the moment I fell back, hitting my bum.

I groaned, diving my face to my hands.

"Camille, are you okay?" Someone snapped behind me, I look up revealing Nash with a worried look.

He walked over me and got on his knees.

"Do you need anything? Some juice, yogurt, a cupcake-"

"No, no... I'm okay."

"Camille, I'm not an expert on this,but shouldn't a person eat?" He asked, stroking my hair.

"I do eat."

"I don't think you do... in the morning you say you aren't hungry. At lunch you ditch us. And on dinner you eat an apple?" He took a dramatic pause, "How I said... I'm not an expert, but you aren't eating."

"Nash I'm okay, don't worry about it." I lied, nodding.

"Well, let's get you a proper lunch." He stood up, offering me his hand.

I took it and stood up, "What are you getting me?" I ask, dusting myself up.

"A sandwich!" He smiled.

When we got to the "green area" Nash handed me a sandwich, wrapped up in a few napkins.

"Now eat it and get ready for the show." He commanded, tapping his feet.

"You know, you can leave. I don't like people staring at me while I eat." I said, unwrapping the sandwich.

"I wanna see you take a bite out of it."

I look down at the sandwich, and I got to say it looks absolutely yummy but...

"Mmm!" I smiled as I took a bite out it.

"Good, now enjoy!" He smiled, turning around.

I waited for him to get out of the room, with a bite of sandwich in my mouth.

When he finally left I walked towards the nearest trash can.

I spit it out and threw the rest of the sandwich in it.

Sighing, I shook my head, "You are lucky, people don't look up to trash cans."

"CAMILLE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

I snapped my head up as I saw Nash with a sad look on his eyes.

"I'm sorry Nash, I can't eat it." I came out clear.

"Why?" He asked as he walked over to me.

"Nash, I just... can you keep a secret?" I ask.

"It depends..."

"Give me your pinky!" I said as he shook his head, "Pinky swear, your lips are sealed." I said, shaking his finger.

"Well what's the secret?"

"I'm starving myself so I can losing some weight."

"But Camille-"

"You pinky swore you can't say anything to anyone!" I cut him off.

"Well, I will, even thought I don't like it... but, anyways, starving yourself isn't the answer."

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