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"CAMILA..." Krist mumbled against Shelli's lips. Her eyes widened as she pushed at Krist's chest. "What the hell?!" he looked at Shelli and it was like the alcohol was wearing off. "I'm not Camila you idiot!" Shelli spat as she was practically infuriated by what Krist had done. "Oh my god. Shit. Shelli I—" Krist stumbled on his words as now his drunk reality was spiraling down. "I cannot believe you would even—god, what's wrong with you?!" Shelli said angrily, getting off the crate. Krist was lost for words as he couldn't believe what he did. He kissed his ex, thinking it was girlfriend back in Seattle. "Just for the remainder of this tour, fuck you and fuck off!" Shelli said, storming off with the last word.
Krist felt a large cloud of guilt begin to loom on him. Thanks to the Dutch beer, he committed one of the most common reason of break ups: kissing another woman. "Dude. Shelli looks so pissed." Dave came by with a huge water bottle, taking gulps a couple other seconds. "I kissed her..." Krist muttered and saw Dave's expression completely change. "YOU DID WHAT!?" Dave said as he pushed at Krist's shoulder. "I fucking kissed her thinking she was Camila. I feel so stupid." Krist sighed as he pressed his hands on his thighs, bringing his head down. "Wow, I'm really sorry but Shelli and Camila are NOT the same." Dave sort of chuckled and put a hand to Krist's back. "I mean Camila isn't here so I don't know, I wouldn't beat yourself up too much for it. I mean you fucking said her name to Shelli when you kissed her.." Dave chuckled again as Krist shook his head.
"Thanks, your commentary is very helpful." Krist replied sarcastically as he couldn't understand why he did what he did. Shelli was a mess of emotions as a result of Krist's actions. Her hands were ready to punch a wall but her eyes were filled with hot, streaming tears. She went to the parking lot where the van was. She saw the driver's window open and let herself inside. Getting in, she heard a familiar voice. Inside the van was Kurt, who looked to be taking a nap. "Shelli?" Kurt looked as he could see the poor girl in her tears. All Shelli could do was stay in her spot as Kurt's expression changed to concern. He rose up and went towards the photographer. She broke down and placed her hands over her face. Muffled heaves could be heard from the girl as Kurt could sense something horribly wrong must had happened.
"Shelli, wh-what happened?" Kurt asked shyly as Shelli looked up to his blue eyes. They were filled with genuine concern and sympathy as her puffy blues were soaking. "I told Krist I love him. H-he kissed me and it was s—so perfect but," Shelli said with heaves in between her words, stopping mid sentence to sob back into her hands. Kurt looked at his friend and was shy to ask for further information though he wanted to know more. "But what Shells?" Kurt said as his urge to know the rest of Shelli's story was aching in him. "B-but when we were kissing, he called me C-Camila. H-he didn't even—acknowledge w-what I said to him before and I hate him s-so much!" The poor girl exclaimed as she sobbed back to her hands. Her mascara was rolling down her cheeks in black tears. Kurt internally was screaming in rage, he as well couldn't believe what Krist had done. Externally, he was the only consoling friend Shelli had at the time and she truly needed his support.
