Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 19: Tahiti

QOC: Confession time. What's one thing everyone else around you has done, but you haven't yet? ( I've never gotten a real massage, gotten my nails done, or have had my hair professionally done. I'm basically a spa virgin. )

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Sam's POV
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I hate the mornings. Remember that couple that always argued in the morning? How they were always my alarm clock? I actually don't mind waking up, but only if I'm in routine. And since I've had sanctuary in the school, I haven't had the need to wake up until seven-thirty a.m, and that's late for me since I'm used to four and five o'clock.

But when your friends wake you up at four in the morning? Oh God. It makes me miss the argumentative alarm clocks in that sketchy neighborhood. This is so much worse, especially when everyone is bustling around to get ready to leave. It's like everyone is loud on purpose or something.

Cameron doesn't budge off of me, his muscled weight too much for me to handle. I wiggle, but he doesn't move a smidge. Kassidy found a freaking kazoo and is humming "Here Comes The Sun." Honestly, the sun has been a pain in my ass for the last few days. He even pops up on posters and tries to be motivational. Can't he just do the job he was created for and butt out of my personal life?

"Cam, get off of me!" I groan in exhaustion, squeezing my eyes shut. At least the sun hasn't decided to come out yet.

"Get off the bed and I will," He retorts.

"That's kind of hard to do that when I'm trapped on top of it and underneath your fat ass," I mumble sleepily, trying to drift off into a deep slumber once more.

But of course that's interrupted when a pillow comes flying down onto my head, smacking me once. My hair puffs out, and I groan dramatically, shoving my face into the pillow.

"That's for calling me fat," Cameron jests proudly.

I look up at him tiredly, my eyelids begging to be closed. "Cameron, you're fat. I'm not sugarcoating it because you'll just eat that too."

He pouts. "Ouch." Then, within seconds, he grabs another pillow and bashes me on the face. I retaliate by gaining my senses and grabbing the same pillow smacking him on the side of the head. He whines theatrically and falls off of me onto the right side of Kassidy's bed, which she allowed me to sleep in because her and Cam shared the guest room. And despite it being the most comfortable thing I've ever slept on (other than Kason's bed), I didn't fall asleep for an hour and a half due to the noises they were making across the hall. Oh, and there was the whole "nightmare" thing that seems ongoing.

My nightmares aren't really nightmares though. They don't scare me. They make me confused and frustrated. I get these images of a man and his wife holding a baby wrapped in a little pink blanket. It starts out sweet, but the mother begins crying and then the scene switches to a darker plot. The parents literally throw the baby out of a car and leave her on the side of the road. Miraculously, someone picks her up. She grows up in this weird time lapse. And then I discover it's me.

Someone with no face, a man, hugs the
thirty-year-old version of me tightly. And for the first time in forever, she feels safe and wanted. And then, I wake up.

See? Frustrating. And it's the same goddamn thing every time.

"Ohhhhh! Who lived in a pineapple under the sea?!" Kassidy shouts cheerily in her crop top and distressed skinny jeans, pointing at me with her pointer fingers toward my body and thumbs vertical.