L.A Devotee (Camila/You)

Chapter Two

*Beep Beep* *Beep Beep*

Ugh. I slowly peel my eyes open, the sunlight leaking in between the cracks of my curtains shining in my eyes. I glance at my alarm clock, the big red numbers blinking 8:30 rapidly. Why the hell am I up at 8:30 in the morning? I reach over and slam my palm on the snooze button, leaving my arm hanging off the side of the bed I try to rack my brain for the reason why my alarm is set. I normally don't work on Saturdays. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone ringing.

"Hello?" I ask sitting up and rubbing the rest of the sleep out of my eyes.

"Y/N! Your ass better be up and dressed! The meet and greet starts in five hours, and I know you don't want to be late!" I hear a male voice on the other side of the line.

"Jason? Is that you," I ask furrowing my eyebrows.

"Duh! Who the hell else would it be?" he said, I can clearly hear the hint of annoyance in his tone. I met Jason when I first moved here. The way we met will always be my favorite - he bumped into me at Starbucks, spilled his coffee all over my brand new shirt.

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry! Here let me help clean you up," a tall boy, probably around the age of 19, no older than 20. He has blond Justin Bieber styled hair, and hazel eyes that sparkled in direct sunlight. If I wasn't worrying about the coffee that was spilled all over my torso, I most likely would've slapped the kid because he was now blatantly staring down my now see-thru white v-neck.

"Hey dude," I say snapping my fingers in front of his face, "My eyes are up here."

"Sorry, I know my coffee is hot but you're hotter," he says winking at me. Obviously thinking that I'm gonna swoon over his pickup line.

"Damn kid, if those are the types of pickup lines you use then I feel horrible for the girls who actually fall for them."

After that little incident we've become best friends, you know, once he found out that I swung for the other team. Now I'm his personal wing-man. Telling him which girls to go for and which ones to stay away from. I'm snapped out of my daze by him yelling in my ear once again.

"Dude, snap out of it! You don't want to keep the girls waiting, especially Camila! They already know you're coming! Don't disappoint them by not showing up!" Jason exclaims, and with that he hangs up the phone. Probably not caring if I didn't get out of bed, but trying to act like a good friend anyways. Though what he said was true, the girls do know that I'm coming to the meet and greet today.

Last week Camila re-tweeted my newest video of me announcing that I was coming to their show, and she tweeted me saying,

@camilacabello97: @YT/N_covers, OMG my favorite youtuber is coming to the first show of the tour! Can't wait to see you boo (=

To say that I lost my chill was an understatement. For multiply reasons really; not only because that was the first time that she's ever tweeted me, but because I'm her favorite youtuber. I may also have a small crush on her, but I mean who doesn't? You'd have to be crazy to not think she was a human-being sculpted out of perfection and beauty.

I practically jump out of my bed and run to the bathroom to take a shower and begin my morning routine. Once I'm out of the shower, I properly take a good look at myself in the mirror. My face is slightly pale, and my eyes have slightly dark purple bags underneath. I'll have to use a bit more makeup than usual. My insomnia has been making it harder to sleep lately. Usually I can last with only three or four hours of sleep, but last night was by far the worst it's been in years. I've always slept better when I have somebody to cuddle with, so with nobody here to do that, I usually just read until I pass out.