Insane Playhouse (a Cameron Dallas fanfict)

4

I take a deep breath and wash some water on my face. Nope, it's still there.

A giant volcano with red lava swarming under the surface.

A.k.a: a zit.

Realizing that it is pretty much useless, I walk back to my bedroom and take out my laptop, opening my mail.

Fines, fines, more fines, and then I reach another page. Paycheck.

About damn time.

Account balance: $1,004.65

Oh my god.

I can stay here.

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I smooth over my uniform, and walk into the old office.

Opening the door, I yet again see Emily Jacobs and her saggy skin come into view.

She smiles at me and gestures to the seat across from her.

"Mia, come sit."

I force a smile and sit across from her. My eyes lift to her hair, which is covered by a black scarf.

She notices my eyes drift and quickly pulls the scarf off of her head.

Why was it even there...?

Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

"So, here is your work schedule." She pulls out a piece of white printer paper from her top desk drawer and pushes her scarf into the bottom drawer.

I look over it.

So I guess I'm going to be spending a lot of time in the insane asylum.

Mondays through Fridays from 8 am - 4 pm.

Lovely.

"You will also be monitoring the playroom. The rest of the asylum is off limits, excluding my room and the workers room."

I nod. She gestures for me to exit and I stand up, stopping by the door.

"And, your welcome. About the pay check." She smiles with a little too much teeth, and the thing is, they aren't even white. More brown.

I don't really care though, because I got a freaking 1000 dollar pay check from her. I guess that means that I can't be a bitch to her. Not that I would be... and where am I going with this.

"Thank you, so much, I can't even thank you enough ." I place my hands flat together in a prayer position and genuinely tilt my head with a smile.

"Your welcome dear. You owe me one."

The corners of my lips turn up. "I sure do."

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The whole place gives off an eerie feeling, with the darkly lit hallways and checkered old-style flooring. Not that it's bad, it's just... creepy.

I look up from my fiddling hands to see the guards pushing the insanes into the room. I feel a clench in my heart, not when you feel sorrow or pity for someone, but when you feel like something is off. This whole... asylum. Something is off about it.

I see Dallas walking through the wooden door frame and into the playroom back to his usual spot with his deck of cards. He smiles at me, and I catch myself before doing the same thing back to him. He's crazy.

I look to my left until a familiar brunette comes into view.

"Zoe," I say with a smile.

She looks at me, then looks seat, then continues chewing what seems to be a large wad of gum in her mouth, blows a bubble, and then pops it.

I really need to learn how this girl works.

"So... how have you been?"

She looks at me with a bored expression in her face.

Okay then.

"You know, we should go out, see a movie or something. You know, get to know each other."

She looks at my like I just asked her if I can lick her used tampon. Get the picture?

"Let's be honest, your lesbianist."

My eyebrows scrunch together. Is this girl for real?

"Uhm, excuse me?"

"Your asking me out." She says with a raised eyebrow and a time of voice that screams 'bitch'.

"I just want to get to know you better since we are going to be working together," I say, my eyebrows furrowed and my temper holding on by a centimeter...

"Uhm, just cause I talked to you yesterday doesn't mean I'm going to talk to you today," she crosses her arms. Bitch.

"Look, I'm just trying to be nice. Don't think I actually care that much for you, I'm just trying I be a nice person. In fact, you think too highly of yourself, princess."

"DO YOU NEED SOME ALOE VERA FOR THAT BURN?" I smile and look at Cameron standing on top of the chair, with that cheeky malicious glint in his eye aiming at Zoe. I can't help but laugh a little.

He smiles at me.

Against my will, I smile at him despite my attempt to hold it back.

"Dallas, back in your seat." One if the guards grabs his hair and pulls him down so he is sitting on the ground. What?

"Hey!" The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.

The guards freezes, and walks over to me.

"Excuse me?"

Oh shit. I uncomfortably stare at the ground. "You, um, nevermind," I stutter.

He chuckles so that his reeking breath hits my face like a slap on the leg when it is freezing outside.

I choke a few seconds before the dizziness goes away. "Excuse me." I push past him.

Against me better judgement, I sit across from Cameron, who is massaging his aching hairline.

"Okay Dallas, let's cut to the chase. Why are you in here?" I say sharply.

"Where?" He smirks. Oh, lord.

"Cameron I'm not up for games. If I'm going to defend you-"

"You call that defending?" He scoffs, and in an even quieter voice he continues. "You, um, nevermind," he mocks me, doing a horrible job imitating my voice.

"First of all, that's not how I talk, second of all," I turn around to see the guards all standing at their posts staring at me, and I talk even lower. "I said I will defend you. But you have to tell me how you got into this place."

He sighs. "Why."

"Because, oh, I don't know, I want to know if I'm going to be almost as crazy as the guy that scratches his butt for defending you, or if I'm going to be doing the right thing helping you."

I see a guard tilt his ear our way. Some privacy, please?

Cameron snorts. I would have laughed had I not been as serious as I am now.

When he sees my impassive expression, he lifts his hands up in a surrender position.

Then he sighs, closing his eyes.

"Fine."