After going back and forward, Camille decided to go visit her father in the hospital. He refused to see her, so she met me with a bouquet for orchids and with shredded ego. She was not angry, she did not complained. I sat on the passanger's seat feeling bad for her, but obviously she was ok. We drove to downtown to get some dinner.
There is really nothing fancy or special in our small town. Only "hot spot" is Seven - small bar/restaurant, where all those rich and popular people meets. I never been there - i'm not special or rich enough to go there, but Camille was. We got table by the picture of Marylin Monroe. I was always loving her..
"So, what's up with you?" She asked me when we finished our dinner and ordered some cocktails. I shrug my shoulders.
"Honestly?"
"No..lie to me cause i don't really care..Of course honestly.."
"Me and Peter broke up, I lost my job, my brother's fiancee is pregnant and my mom thinks she is eighteen again."
Camille raised her glass. "To new fresh start." I cheered to her with sour face.
"Come on Michaela." She put her drink down. "Look around girl. What you see? Phony people, liars, cheaters, haters..Life is not this little sand box...There is more behind those hills."
I did understand, but it was not helping me to feel better.
"What are you doing next weekend?" She asked me after few minutes.
"Nothing."
"I have to go to Amsterdam..I have some appearance to do there. Come with me."
"I can not go Camille." I tried to get out of that.
"Why?"
"I don't know...its just..thank you but no." I took a big sip of my cosmopolitan.
"Michaela. Everything is payed. You just have to go with me to the airport and that's it! Have some fun!"
I said couple more times, that I will not go. Camille did not respected my answer so she kept pushing all night long.
On the Monday morning she had to leave back to the Austria. She was texting me all week and by Thursday I got a flight ticket to Amsterdam for Friday at 6 p.m.
My mom was not home much - as usually in those last couple of weeks. So on the Friday morning I was sitting in the bus to the airport with my little suitcase. Camille was waiting in the departure area right next to the check in. It was not hard to spot Camille. She was wearing long white furry coat with high leather boots. I came to her in my winter jacket and and black hat on my heat - i looked like i parked my horse in front of the airport.
The surprising part was, that we were traveling 1st class, which i never traveled before. My head was spinning after second glass of champagne and my stomach was hurting from laughing. I had a great couple of hours in that airplane.
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RomanceI was not born a bitch, i became one..thanks to you.. He pulled my hair back, i felt his breath on my neck.."You like to play, huh?" I whispered feeling his desire..He looked in my eyes..I could see the fire in his eyes.."..than you will cry." I sai...
