Nobody Special (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter Six

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Haye's POV

I look in the freezer for ice cream. We had three tubs. I glance back at the living area, and smiled. I'd set up blankets, DVDs, tissues - in case of emergency, in front of the tv and the ice cream was now thawing. There was a light knock on the door and I opened it, revealing Celeste, wearing pajamas and fluffy slipper boots.

"Are you ok?" I immediately ask, noticing her tear stained face.

"I'm ok. Just annoyed I guess." She sighs, running her hand through her hair.

"Come in." I say, gesturing over dramatically, making her giggle.

"There's movies, tissues for the therapy session, and three tubs of ice cream." I say, pointing to the cartons and tv.

"Therapy session? Really?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Why not?" I grin, taking some spoons out from the little drawer. "What ice cream do you want? Cookie dough, chocolate or Caramel hazelnut?"

The moment the words had left my mouth, she sprung back and half hid behind a wall.

"What's wrong?" I ask, looking at the cartons.

It's just ice cream.

"I have an allergy to nuts." She admits.

"Oh." I say, looking at the carton, before pushing into the trash. "Nash can get some more."

"Won't he be mad?" She asks.

"Why?" I shrug. "It's just ice cream."

I head over to the sofa and sit down. "You can sit down you know."

She gives a brief smile and sits down carefully next to me.

"What film do you want to watch? There's mean girls?" I offer.

"Sure!" She pauses. "Wait, why do you have mean girls?"

"It's Faye's, Nash's girlfriends. She brought it with her 'cos she's staying here too. She won't mind." I explain, popping the DVD into the player.

The titles roll and I lean back into the cushions.

"So what's wrong?" I ask suddenly, halfway through the moive.

"Hm?" She snaps her head up. "Oh, it's Peyton."

"What's she done?" I ask her.

"I feel like Peyton thinks that she is better than me. And i'm tired of it. I'm tired of being compared to her. I'm tired of people seeing her as her shadow, that I have to be exactly like her, when i'm not. I'm my own person and I feel like people don't see that." She speaks.

"I understand what you mean." I sigh. "People only know me because of Nash, they don't know me as a person."

We stay silent and the tv plays in the background. We turn out heads and Celeste giggles throughout, and eventually I find myself smiling. I can see Celeste wriggling about in her seat.

"You can use my arm as a pillow." I say slowly.

She hesitates, before leaning on me, and eventually she relaxes against me. At some point, I must have fallen asleep.

Peyton's POV

I awake to bright light streaming onto my face. I sit up carefully, stretching my sore neck. I sigh and look around to see Hayes sleeping next to me. Why was Hayes alseep next to me? Looking around, I notice that this isn't my room. Empty ice cream cartons lie on the floor and I remember leaving my room to talk to Hayes. Did I sleep here?