Please don't fall (Shawmila)

6

Camila's POV

We made our way to the elevator.No one said a word. The rooms were in the 6th floor. When the elevator doors opened, we stepped out with our bags and approached our rooms. Our rooms were next to each other. Ally got the key, well actually it was this card thingy, so she slid the card through the slider and the door unlocked. We stepped inside and I looked through the big room. The room was pretty. It had two beds, each with a drawer and a big closet on the wall. It was nicely decorated and had a small balcony, but four people could easily fit in there.

"Wich bed do you want?" The only thing I said to Ally since we arrived at the hotel. "I don't care, you can choose." I looked at the two beds. One was next to the door to the balcony and the other one wasn't to the closet. I took my bag an set it onto the bed net to the door to the balcony. Ally smiled at me and put her tings on the other bed.

I just put my phone to charge and explored the room. I opened a door and saw, that I had just found the bathroom. It was huge. It had a Bathtub and a shower, a pretty sink with a small drawer beneath it and of course a toilet. It all looked like marble. I left the bathroom and walked through the small corridor where another door was. I opened it and there was a little kitchen connected to something that looke d like a living room but without a TV. Just a nice couch, a table and chairs. There were a lot of windows, covered by white curtains. I opened the curtains and the view was wonderful. After a few second of looking at the nice city at night I closed the curtains and went back to the bedroom, where Ally had already made herself comfortable. She was sitting on the bed with her phone and EarPods probably watching a video. I walked towards the balcony door and opened it. It was the same view like in the kitchen. Wonderful. I looked to my right because I heard something and saw someone standing on the balcony a few meters away from our balcony. At first I couldn't really saw who it was but then I saw the cigaret in the persons hand and noticed the dark long hair hanging on the persons shoulders. Lauren. She didn't seem to notice me  so I made my way back inside and closed the door. I really thought Lauren was over this smoking shit. But apparently not. Something must be on her mind.

Ally was still chilled on her bed and looked at me when I came back in. "What?" I asked. She just shook her head and turned her attention back to her phone. I grabbed my clothes and entered the bathroom but not without my phone that was laying on my bed.

I entered the big bathroom and started taking off my clothes to take a shower. The cold water touched my bare skin and it feels good. But it wasn't cold enough so I put it on the minimum. It was cold, really cold and it made me feel again, gladly. I was feeling more under this freezing shower than I had in the last 2 Months. Weird. I washed my hair, my body, did my usual showering routine and didn't bother the freezing water. Honestly, if I could I would make it even more cold, but it wasn't possible. It felt really good and I lost track of time. I got out of the shower, ready to put my baggy clothes back on when I noticed that I forgot my underwear on my bed.  So I slowly opened the bathroom door and entered the bedroom, when I was greeted by darkness. Ally was sleeping and the lights were off. What time was it? I took a look at the wall clock and could barely see the time, but I could still see it. 1:27 AM. What? How long did my shower take? I guess I missed feeling something. SO I took my Underwear and slipped back into the bright bathroom. After making myself ready, I looked at the screen of my phone. 1:55 AM and I had a few messages.  Most of them were from the girls in our band Group saying good night or else, but one message from another chat caught my attention.

Unknown (1:46AM): ' You still up bitch?'.... not again.

I put my phone back on the counter and tidied up my clothes and my towel from the floor. I opened the room quietly and but all my things into my suitcase. Since I wasn't really in the mood to sleep, as usual, I took my phone, my headphones and my notebook with a pen and sat outside on the little balcony. It was cold outside but I had a small blanket with me so I put it around me and sat on the floor instead of the chair. It was just more comfortable for me to write and have the right feeling. I put my usual playlist for those moments on and started writing my mind into the notebook.

I was just about to start another page when I heard a door opening and closing. Since I hadn't put my volume all the way up I was able to hear everything around me.I looked to my right and there she was again. Lauren. Just about to light her Cigarette, again. Just in the same moment my pone vibrated net to my leg.

UNKNOWN (Just now): ' You should try it too. There must be a reason why she does it, right?'

I thought about it for a few seconds before brushing that thought away and focusing again on Lauren. She still hadn't noticed me. So I stood up and walked to the railing on the right side of our balcony. "Lauren. What are you still doing here?" I whisper shouted over, so I wouldn't wake anyone up since it must be almost 3 in the morning by now. She clearly was surprised since I noticed her jump a little but then stood up the the railing in my direction so the stood closer. "I should be asking YOU that. What is little Camila still doing up?" Why the hell is she saying 'little Camila' ? Where the heck this that just come from?! I guess she saw how  I was kinda surprised by that name and directly corrected herself. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way." I just nodded. "So? Are you going to answer my question?" I asked. "Isn't it obvious?" she asked annoyed, rolling her eyes and holding up her half way burned down cigarette. I focused on it.  "Why are you doing this again? Didn't we had that talk before?" I asked. "Why shouldn't I? You have nothing to say." Then she looked to her right, where you could see the nightlife of New York. So did I until the thought from a while ago entered my head again and I looked back at Lauren. Should I really ask her that? I looked her up and down. I mean, she hates me, just like everyone else on this band. She was still looking at the still busy streets of New York.But... if she really hated me she would have gone back inside, but she is just outside because she needs to smoke, right? I had a little conflict with myself but pushed it fast away. Okay, I'm going to ask now. "Lauren?" I started quietly. She looked at me. Her green eyes looking through my soul. Okay, I was nervous now. And it wasn't even a bad question. "What?" And she looked back down to my feet. I was barefoot so she could see my bare feet through the railing."Do you think I can try? You know, smoking." When she heard the question coming out of my mouth her head shot back up. "Are you serious?" She asked in disbelief. I knew it wasn't a good idea to ask her. But I just nodded quietly. "Camz... you know this isn't good." I flinched when she said my nickname again and  shrugged. "Yeah. I know, but I really wanna try it. You know?" I was looking down the balcony now, when I heard a rustle coming from Laurens side and when I looked back up, she was holding a cigarette toward me. Wait, she is not just doing this, is she? She was stretching her arm out towards me so I could take the cigarette and I slowly grabbed it, unsure if she was just joking and pushing it away before I could grab it. But no. When I held it in my fingers I pulled my arm back quickly. Now it was my turn to try something new. "Camz, please don't go to far... and don't tell anyone you got it from me." And with that she threw her burned down cigarette down the balcony and walked back inside, leaving me here alone, on the balcony, with a cigarette in my fingers, my earphones in my ears, a blanket laying behind me on the floor and a horrible headache. But how does it actually work?