More Than Just A Celebrity

Chapter One:

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May 5, 2020. -quarantine

Love.

What exactly is Love? Caring for a person? Always showing up for your parter? Respect? Chemistry? Sacrifice? Sex?

How should I know? I never felt true love. I never felt the need of a person comforting me, I never felt butterflies, or mosquitos or flies at all.

I did feel heartbroken. Now you may be thinking, how can I feel heartbroken when I never experienced love? Well the answer to that question is that I tried not getting too attached. Luckily for me, that did not work since I was completely heartbroken when my boyfriend cheated on me. But if there is one thing I know, that was not love.

It was four months ago when I made plans with my 'boyfriend'. We decided to go to the movies but he ditched last minute saying: "I got chickenpox." I knew he was lying since he told me he got chickenpox when he was three. You can't get that twice, right?

Long story short, I arrived to his house only to see him with another girl from our school. I peeked through the window and saw them both naked, that's a sight I would never want to remember. I felt heartbroken. Not because he cheated on me, but because I was constantly thinking that I was the problem. That something was wrong with me. Maybe I should dye my hair? Maybe I should lose some weight? Maybe I should change myself? These were my thoughts. I wasn't hurt, he did not hurt me. But the thought that something might be wrong with me never disappeared.

These past four months I've been trying to do everything in order to accept myself just the way I am. I practiced self love, and I'm getting there soon. Because if I can't love myself, who will?

"I'm so excited!" Nina's voice took me out of my thoughts. Nina is my best friend since third grade. One day in third grade, Nina borrowed a pen and never gave it back. I confronted her about the pen and we both started fighting. The teacher saw us fighting and forced us to sit next to each other for three years. Since that fight, it's all history. Nina was gorgeous. She had blonde curls and not long ago she dyed her edges black. Nina is the crazy type of girl who believes in YOLO, she does and says completely what she wants to. I adore her for the way she is, sometimes I wish I had the guts to dye my brown hair or get some tattoos or piercings.

"Calm down, Girl." I roll my eyes at her excitement as I eye my books in front of me. There is so much studying I need to do but there are so much good movies on Netflix. Tough choice.

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down," Nina turns towards me for a second before she continues to apply some eyeliner. The last time I tried applying eyeliner, dirty shit happened. I threw the eyeliner pencil on my wooden floor as I felt frustrated. My mother went nuts since there's a black stain by my bed. "I've been waiting for this concert for ages."

"You're overreacting." I shook my head at her as I finally decided to open my book and start studying. There's a lot of catching up since the will for Netflix was stronger than anything.

"Excuse me? Can you blame me for having a crush on him? He's hot as fuck. And he's single and ready to mingle." Nina waggles her eyebrows as she suddenly start to twerk. That girl is insane. Remind me again why am I friends with her? Oh right, because of Ms. Miller, my third grade teacher.

"You have a boyfriend," I remind her of her lawyer boyfriend she met at a bar. "He's boring, you're boring for adoring him and I'm boring for sitting here and listening to you rant about that stupid artist."

When she turns around, her makeup is flawless. I keep telling her she should be a makeup artist. It was perfect. But her glare was far from that. "Stupid? Gosh, girl. He's far from that. In school, he won first place running a three mile run. His record was 5 minutes. He was a straight A's student and he even got a trophy for achieving the best score in math. You call that stupid?"

How does she know all of that information? My friend sure is a stalker. "How do you even know that?"

"I have my ways." She sent me a wink as she turns around to look at herself in the mirror. "This dress or the pink one?"

She was wearing a black tight dress that fit her body perfectly. The dress was short but that's just the way she dresses. Sometimes I get jealous since this girl never works out and yet she has the perfect body. "This one."

"Perfect." She mumble to herself as she took a few pictures in my mirror. She scans the pictures and ended up deleting all of them except from one. "The concert starts in two hours, I should get going..."

I raise my eyebrow at her. "Isn't that too early?"

"There's no such thing as too early, darling," she says as she placed her bag on her shoulder. "My mamma always says 'if you're early, you're on time. If you're on time, you're late.'"

Is that so? So how come Nina is always late to class? "Wise." Was all I said before I start to read another paragraph.

"Megan, Nina, dinner is ready." I hear my mother's voice from downstairs.

Without another word, Nina hurries downstairs. I roll my eyes at her as I start walking downstairs towards the kitchen. Nina and my mother are like best friends. Nina tells her everything, even my personal secrets. Like really, Nina?

"It's been a month since I've seen him. He lives in New York." I hear Nina's voice the minute I enter the kitchen.

The smell of hamburgers met my nostrils as I try my hardest not to drool. My mother's hamburgers are the tastiest thing in the world. I could eat that everyday, unfortunately, my mother is all into the "healthy life style" thing. Whatever, mother.

I take a bite from my hamburger as I listen quietly to their conversation. "Isn't that difficult?" My mother question her.

"It is. But the sex is so much better when we miss each other."

I choke on my hamburger and immediately I take the glass of water in front of me. Is Nina seriously talking about sex with my mother? Remind me to slap the girl later.

"That sounds lovely, dear. Just remember to use protection."

I feel like burning my body and throwing the ashes in the lake. Are they really going to talk about sex? Why am I even feeling so embarrassed? I mean, sex is a good thing, right? How should I know? I'm a virgin.

"How is your sex life?" Nina suddenly asks my mother. My eyes were open in shock at her question. Someone please pinch me, I think I'm hallucinating.

Suddenly there was a change in my mother's cheeks. Is she blushing? "There's a nice doctor I'm working with... he's pretty good."

Too much information, mother. The last thing I need to know is about your sex life. I cough in order to try and stop their conversation. That probably worked since my mother turned her focus on me. "You're coming with me today."

A frown appeared on my forehead. "Excuse me?"

"Aren't you supposed to volunteer somewhere? Or at least that's what your teacher emailed me." She went through her phone, trying to find the correct email.

"I am... so?" I ask her, confused to what she was referring.

"You can volunteer with me. I checked with my boss, it's all good since you know the basics." My mother assured me with a small smile.

A small smile appeared on my lips. I've always wanted to be a nurse or a doctor and go down my mothers and my grandma's path. My mother is a nurse, and I bet she's the best on her team.

"Seriously?" I ask my mother, my mouth full of hamburger.

"Ew. Swallow!" My mother says in a demanding tone.

I quickly swallow. "Seriously?" I ask her, again.

She nods her head slowly. "Yes. Our shift starts in..." she pauses and checks her brown vintage watch. "Thirty five minutes."

Nina stood up as she placed her plate in the sink. "Thank you, Laurel, the food was amazing." She smiles at my mother. "I'm late for my concert. Have fun saving people's life."

"You should get ready, darling."