"And here, is the famous Taylor Caniff. Please, tell us more about what you guys are doing in LA!" It was the same lady I had seen on here about two weeks ago. She was smiling, a fake smile. I could see right through her.
"Oh well, we just thought, hey man there are some nice looking girls around here, and all of us are completely single, so we just want to get to know some girls. Oh we'll be at this beach today, all day long, come on down ladies." He winked at the camera, and turned back to give Gilinsky a high five. Johnson was standing behind the both of them, and Matthew was on the end next to Taylor. He gave the camera a smile and a wave, how could girls not fall for him? I looked at the group, and noticed that they were missing one. Where was Shawn? He wasn't there. He was usually right there alongside Taylor, but he wasn't Surely he wouldn't miss another opportunity to be on television. He loved the fame, always had. I grabbed a bag of popcorn left out from last night, and began throwing kernels at the boys.
"Oh I see! Well, you seem to be very happy. Do you have any certain girl in mind?" She asked him, he smirked, and faked embarrassment. I threw more popcorn. You suck. You're stupid. "Well, there is one girl. M, she's a knockout."
He smirked and loud out a deep chuckle. You piece of shit. I took a handful of popcorn, and aimed straight at his face. What was his obsession with talking about me on television? Asshole. I flipped of his picture, and waited to hear what mindless comment would come from her mouth.
"Oh! Did you all hear that! How wonderful. How about you, other boys?" She smiled at them, obviously not caring enough to learn their names. I felt like walking down to the beach just to scream at her. What a terrible job. Making up fake rumors and interviewing people for a simple headline. I shook my head, continuing to throw the popcorn.
"Not me."
"Nope, come at me ladies."
"No."
Jack G, Jack J, and Matthew. I felt like it was a stupid question, why would she care? Why would anyone care? Other than silly girls who thought they were just amazing. Gag. I felt a rush of anger, and I threw the remaining bag at the television. I was sick of all of this. Everyone thought they were just so amazing. Everyone loved Taylor.
They didn't know him. They thought he was perfect. They didn't know him. They thought he was an angel, with a bad boy side. They didn't know him. I hated how the media made him seem so amazing. He was nothing special at all. He was nothing to brag about, nothing to be proud of. He was a jerk who thought he ruled the world. I wanted to throw him off the top of this apartment building.
I wondered for an hour straight as to why Shawn wasn't with the boys. I didn't care why, but it bothered me. I felt like he was mocking me, hiding from the media. Maybe he was sick or something. Either way, it pissed me off. I felt offended by this, and I didn't know why. What has gotten into me? I needed a nap.
Two hours later, I woke up on the couch. This couch was actually very comfortable. I looked over, and saw the image of the boys was still floating on the television. Gag. They were tanning on the beach, but they had to get up so often to take pictures with girls that they might as well of just kept standing. Groups of a dozen girls would surround them, and 20 minutes later, a dozen more showed up. It never stopped, and it never would.
These boys were in this for life, not for a couple of months. I felt bad for them actually. But I knew what it was like, to never be able to get out. Being stuck, it was a helpless feeling, that makes you feel like there is no hope. I stood up, I was not going to sit here and look at the boys all day. I wanted to go out. Shit, I still hadn't got my bag back from Matthew's. I felt silly, but I sent him a quick message asking if I could go grab it. He shot back a message quickly, saying there was a room key under the bottom of his door. Thank goodness.
I was starting to miss my favorite sweatpants. I wrote Cam a quick note, and walked to the hotel. I wouldn't have to deal with any of the boys because they were at the beach. That was great. Otherwise, I might not get another chance to grab my clothes back. I needed those. Badly. I reached his hotel, and walked in. It was such a nice hotel, definitely MAGCON boy material. 13th floor. What a lovely number.
I snorted, and walked to his room. I got down on my knees, and reached beneath the door. There it was. I grabbed it, and got to my feet, sliding the key in. It dinged, and unlocked. I walked inside, and quickly rounded up my things, and put them all in my bag. I was about to leave, when my phone buzzed.
From: Matthew
Your best sweats are underneath my bed.. don't ask why
I smiled, and went back to the bedroom, and slid to the floor. There they were, all the way at the back, against the wall. Well, this was going to be fun. 20 minutes later, after smacking my head against the bed at least a dozen times, and actually moving the bed to hit the wall out of anger, I had them. Damn, that was way too difficult. I stood up, and put them in my bag along with the other clothes. I opened the door, and closed it. I carefully put the key back underneath it, and stood up. I began walking down the hall, but I stopped about five feet down the hallway.
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