"You're just a comforter to me, I only needed you because I needed someone to cry on."
"So you don't have any feelings for me?"
"No."
"None?"
"None."
"I don't think you're telling the truth."
"You're right."
"You have some great potential." I smile at my professor as he compliments me. "Thank you sir." He rewinds my track, listening to it again and again, the whole way through. I watch as he taps to the beat with his foot. He finally takes the headphones off, pausing the track and turning his chair to face me. "Your name is Camille, am I right?" "Yes sir." "Do you mind if I show some of your work to my colleague, Mr Yi?" I stare at him in shock. I've heard from my brother how important Mr Yi is. Especially if you want to excel in the music industry. I squeal in my head as I nod excitedly. "Thank you very much, if you keep on putting this much effort into your work, you will become very successful." He explains as he walks towards the door. "Send me those tracks ASAP." I laugh at his informalities as he leaves the room.
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"How did it go with Mr Kye?" Namjoon asks as soon as I walk through the front door. I took the bus home as I had to stay after school to talk to Mr Kye. I can't wipe the smile off my face as I explain what Mr Kye said to me. "He said he wanted to show my work to Mr Yi." Namjoon's looks at me in amazement, "Mr Yi! That's so good Camille! Well done." He congratulates me. But as he says all of these things, I can't help but grow nervous. If Mr Yi is as important as everybody has been saying, I don't know how exactly my work could come anywhere as close as his expertiese. "What if Mr Yi hates my work?" Namjoon sighs, "don't be so hard on yourself, I'm sure he'll love it." "Thank you Joonie." I hug him before running up the stairs to get ready. I'm going round Jungkook's tonight.
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"My mum and dad are going for a date tonight." Even though I know what he is suggesting, I pretend to be oblivious. Resting my head on his shoulder. "That's nice." "I have to babysit." He explains, taking a bite out of his apple. I look up at him, trying to read his expression. I can't tell if he's suggesting something or is just complaining about having to babysit.
"Atleast you get to babysit someone cute." I say. He sighs, grabbing my hand, "Do you want to help out?" He asks hopefully. I look at his puppy eyes and instantly fall under his trap. "Sure." "YESSS." He says excitedly, kissing my cheek. "Maybe we'll get some alone time as well." He says with a wink and my cheeks flush red. All sorts of thoughts going through my head.
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I take clothes very seriously. I feel as though every colour and every item of clothing symbolises something. This is one of the reasons why I take so long to find an outfit. I don't want to dress up too much, as I am going to babysit. But I don't want to to look like trash either. I decide to ask Ally for advice.
Ally Bob - Wassup hoe.
Cimmy - I need your help.
I say, holding up two outfits in front of the screen.
Ally Bob - Oooooo, is someone going on a date?
Cimmy - Sort of, but that's not the point.
I hold the outfits closer to the camera.
Ally Bob - Tell me who?
Me and Jungkook haven't told anybody that we are dating yet. My brother was the main reason, I didn't want mine and Jungkook's relationship to affect the way Namjoon viewed his Maknae. I don't want to get involved in their friendships and I most definitely do not want to be the cause of their friendship being broken up.
Cimmy - Someone.
Ally Bob - Tell me Camille, your secret is safe with me.
She watches me scramble for words like its a drama show. Eating popcorn as she laughs.
Cimmy - I haven't told anyone, not even Joonie.
Ally Bob - Tell me.
I take a deep breath.
Cimmy - Jungkook.
The popcorn falls out of her mouth as I nod slowly.
Cimmy - Now help me choose an outfit.
I hold up the outfits once again.
Ally Bob - Now hold up one moment bitch.
Cimmy - I don't have time Ally.
Ally Bob - When was this a thing?
Cimmy - oh my god you are no fucking help, bye bitch.
Ally Bob - One second -
I hang up on her.
Hopefully she doesn't murder me the next time I see her.
Now I've only got ten minutes left until I have to be there. And I start panicking.
Why am I so shit at keeping track of time.
I look at the two outfits, still not being able to choose between the two. "Ip, dip, doo...." "And out goes you!"
Guess I am wearing this then...
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I put my hair into a messy bun before running downstairs.
"Where are you going?" Namjoon stops me in my tracks, I turn around slowly. "Babysitting." His brows furrow, "babysitting w-" "I'm late, bye bye!" I say, running out of the door, hoping Namjoon isn't too suspicious.
