Drug × Martin Garrix

1.5

        "Camille," I heard someone say, followed by a light shake. "Wake up, honey."

        "Can you please give me five more minutes?" I asked.

        "Nope. You need to get up. Right now." Oh. It was my dad.

        "Why? I haven't slept like this in forever." I groaned, my eyes half closed.

        "Okay then. I guess you won't be seeing your surprise for your birthday." My dad said, followed by a fake sigh.

        I sprung up from my bed and faced him.

        "Is it a new car? Please tell me it's new car. It's the Porsche I wanted, right?" I said quickly.

        "Okay. First, no. Second, brush your teeth your breath stinks. Third, take a shower or whatever and meet me downstairs." He demanded then went out.

        I groaned and stood up from my bed. It's my 19th birthday today and in all seriousness, I don't really want to go out. After my outing with the girls, I've had a week left to rest then I went on tour again.

        The only problem is that when I was on tour, I rarely slept and I really don't go home that much since I stay in hotels in other countries. Overall, it's just hard and stressful.

        I have a month to rest right now since November is the month of my birthday and I wanted to celebrate it at home.

        I fixed my bed, which really suprised me because I never do, then went to the bathroom to take a shower. I'm seriously not the kind of girl that thinks in the bathroom when she's showering. No. I'm not like that.

        After showering, I looked through my closet for clothes. Since it was hot-always-I decided to wear my denim shorts, my white anchor tanktop, and white Ipanema sandals with blue straps.

        "Dad!" I called out, while walking down the stairs. "Where are you?"

        "Kitchen!" He yelled.

        "Whatcha doing?" I asked, sitting on the counter.

        "Cooking your favorite food," He said. "And there's cake in the fridge."

        "Wow! Is my dad letting me eat cake for breakfast? What happened to eating my vegetables?" I said sarcastically.

        "Okay then. I guess you do not want it so..." He drags on, tempting me.

        "I'm kidding!" I yelled. "Here I am now, walking towards the refrigerator. Getting my chocolate cake. Oh, I sure hope it's chocolate cake."

        "You're so dramatic," My dad sighed. "Go and eat while watching TV or something."

        So, eating cake while watching TV was what I did. Halfway through my cake, I heard a knock on our gate. Yes. We have gates. That's very common when you live here. I put my cake on the coffee table in front of me and stood up. The knocks got louder and louder.

        "Wait. Wait! I'm almost there!" I yelled.

        When I opened the gate, I was crushed in a hug by my family. My family on my dad's side. I didn't know what to do because I was surprised. I hugged my aunts, uncles, and cousins back.

        "Let's go inside." I lead them inside. "Dad, they're here!"

        I saw my dad come out of the kitchen and hug his sisters and man-hug their husbands. They weren't that many though. Probably like 10-15 but that's okay because our house is quite big. I sat down again and ate my cake.