Close Enough

It's Me

(Editor Note: I'm really not proud of this chapter, but I hope you like it at least.)

I follow her on all her social media, and I always get her updates. The sound of a simple beep from my phone stops me from doing everything I'm doing. I always want to reply, but she receives thousands of comments a day. It would be highly improbable to see mine, but it doesn't matter.

I've never spoken to her before, but she seems like she cares a lot about the world. Her words speak of the change that we need in this world. They're also a voice for the things that matter, not only to this preexistent world but things fond of me.

It's obvious that I want to know her personally. After all, she is the person I like and there's nothing to be embarrassed about anyway, we all get attracted to people, right? The thing is, I don't exist to her, and I don't think she'll ever notice me again. There's a nerve inside my brain screaming at me to talk to her- but I can't.

I just can't do it.

As it seems I have no esteemed valor to approach her upfront like that, not like everyone else at least. We did however  interact once.

It was during her band's summer tour, and I wanted to go to their concert. I also wanted to meet them, so I begged until my mom agreed to get me a ticket. My seat was in the middle, as close as possible to the stage. The catch is: she had also boughten the meet and greet pass.

Anyways,  I drove up to the venue two minutes early before it was time for the meet and greet.

I was unwary, and my legs trembled in waves. Every minute that passed by in line made my hairs fall out. Before I could even breathe the people in front of me were moving like falling dominos. When the bodyguard told me to hurry and go over, I felt my heart sinking to the floor.

My eyes made brief eye contact with hers.

I still have that soft gaze imprinted in my head.

The bodyguard dragged me over and arranged me to be in between them. We all nodded in the others direction and agreed on what we were doing. We- in fact, would be wrapping our arms behind each other. Ally placed hers around Dinah, Dinah around me, Lauren around me, and Normani around Lauren. The slight pressure on my back caused my cheeks to turn intensely red and a cold chill to rush down my back. Her grip was light, opposed to a boa constrictor.

They began taking our pictures, and the room got way quieter. So quite you could no longer hear the darted vocalized screaming from fan girls. No other noise boomed or vibrated inside my ears. Besides the sweet humming of Lauren's laugh. Her laugh is so joyous and pure it feels similar to home.

There was a peachy scent that came from the faint perfume lingering off of her neck and t-shirt. I couldn't tell if it was hers or if it belonged to the other previous girls that touched her. But it was pleasant and un-irritable to my nose. When the camera flash buzzed off and it was over and done with, she stared at me again. Her eyes were always sparkling. They could pierce fire right through your heart.

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Lauren spoke out and said "Hallo, what's your name? I hope you enjoy the concert and have fun!" She was smiling the whole time at me. My mouth had frozen up, but I blurted out, "Thanks! It's..uh Camila! I like your shirt! " She laughed and teased me saying, " Thank you, "Uh Camila" you're also super cute. I hope to see you later."

I laughed replying "Me too" then Lauren pulled me into a firm hug. Her soft porcelain skin collided with mine. I nuzzled my face into her neck and closed my eyes shut. Her squeeze not only created warmth but a sense of protection. I felt my body melting away and collapsing into a puddle. Her neck heated the coldness of my face.