Hey loves, quick little (longish) filler chapter so that you guys can have something to read. I had midterms this week so I've been so tired.
-Cam <3
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I get up and grab my phone looking at the time, it's 11:30, "fuck" I breathe. I'm late. I was supposed to be at my sisters for 11. My 8am alarm must have not gone off, I sit up in the bed looking over to the mess of sheets on the other side, remembering more of last night.
"You sure?" I ask. Praying that she says yes, ever since I got out of the bed and further away from her I felt cold and like something was missing, but I don't want to overstep any boundaries. "The couch would be fine for me, had my fair share of floor sleeping as a kid." she smiles sleepily, "of course baby. that couch looks like a fucking brick."
She sits up slowly still obviously half asleep, "Sorry I just kind of fell asleep in your bed, I don't know what it is but I just feel comfortable around you." I nod knowing exactly what she means. "No worries" I smile widely getting into the other side of the bed. "Don't think I've ever slept with a celebrity like you before" I chuckle and look over to her mouth fully agape. "shut the fuck up." she laughs taking her jacket off and getting more comfortable on her side of the bed. she picks up a pillow and wedges it between us, and as soon as she does I feel a sudden feeling of disappointment. I've known her for what four days? and I'm disappointed that the pretty blonde has wedged a pillow between us.
"Goodnight" I hear her whisper from her side of the bed. "Goodnight nae." and I can feel the movement from her side of the bed stop and her body go rigid, as if me calling her that caught her off guard. "sorry" i whisper almost low enough that she can't hear it, she responds anyway "It's okay, I liked it." and we drifted off to sleep. The only thing in my mind is the fact that I am absolutely obsessed with a girl that has a fucking girlfriend. Stupid. Fucking stupid.
I get out of bed, kind of upset that she was gone and left without a goodbye. I notice a napkin with writing on it on the side table and pick it up.
Sorry, had to run. Concert tonight. here's my number... -Renee
I shove the napkin in my pocket and walk into the bathroom to get ready as fast as I can. The number is something I can deal with later.
I arrive to my sisters house three hours late, she wanted me here at 11am and it is currently 2pm. I open the door to the house and let myself inside, music is blasting and it smells like tequila and weed. "I'm here." I say quite loudly knowing that no one heard me anyway. I walk into the kitchen and put my bag down on one of the bar stools and grab a drink from the fridge, non alcoholic, I promised myself I would pace this time and not end up blacked out in the neighbors bushes by 5pm.
My sister wobbles into the kitchen not minutes later, "Y/N! you're fucking late." she looks down at the drink in my hand "and sober." she whines close enough to my face so that I can smell her breath ah that's where the tequila went. "you probably didn't even notice." you scoff pointing to the empty bottle of tequila on the counter. She laughs and swings her arm over my shoulder "Its my birthday! I'm old as fuck now. Can't drink like I used too either though thrown up twice already and it's 2pm." she grabs a water bottle from the fridge. "Come on we're going to play some games..." before I could ask what games I was dragged into the living room and pushed down onto the couch.
Seven hours later there's a knock on the door, I get up to open it and am met with a police officer with a boombox. "Oh fucking hell" I mutter under my breath. "I'm here for a naughty girl that just turned 30" says the guy at the door, I let him in pointing to the living room instead of following him I go to the kitchen this time for an alcoholic drink. I take a swig of my drink feeling the burn down my throat hoping that tonight is over soon.
As I finish my drink, my sister walks into the kitchen full of glitter and a huge smile on her face. "TIME TO GO TO THE CLUB." she yells, dragging me out of the comfort of the kitchen.
The club is boring and I'm not drunk enough, no idea where my sister is or anyone else we came with. My mind flashes back to Renee. I know her concert is over by now. Should I text her and invite her out? . I debate it and then decide that maybe instead of texting her I get more drunk to enjoy myself more. She's probably tired and busy anyway.
Three shots later I am on the dance floor with some girl I just met having the time of my life, and yet the only thing i can think about is the blonde, the way i feel when her cool blue eyes look at me, the way she giggles and pushes me or punches my shoulder when I say something out of pocket, the way her scent lingered on my bed sheets. Everything about her was intoxicating. The girl I'm dancing with loses interest and walks away which I'm completely fine with as I'm extremely drunk and starting to get nauseous.
My sister is in the bathroom throwing her guts up and it sobers me up slightly. I get down on my knees to be level with her, her 30th birthday sash is all tangled and her hair is a mess. "Come on let's go home. It's 1:30." she laughs at me and slurs her words "noooo it'sss paaarttty time!" and gets up off the floor staggering to the door and out to the bar. I follow behind quickly knowing if i don't ill looose her for the rest of the night. "TWO PORNSTAR SHOTS Please ITS MY BIRTHDAY!" she says to the bartender who she's already told four times that its her birthday. She grabs my shoulder "and twooooo for my little sister." the bartender gives us the shots, downing them. I say a little prayer hoping to make it home in one piece at some point tonight.
I awake in my sisters bed with the sweaty club clothes still on, her arm flung over my feet and her foot almost in my face, i slowly move her off and then take a picture. "this is going on Instagram" i laugh to myself. Standing was not a good idea I still feel dizzy and drunk, i reach into my pant pocket and pull out the napkin that Renee had wrote her number on earlier. Was drunk texting her at 3 am a good idea? No probably not. Was I going to do it anyways? Yes. Yes I was. I type the number in and then check it at least twelve times before typing up a message.
I miss sleeping with you
Nope. Too sexual. I backspace it and try again.
I miss how you smell
No. That's just fucking creepy. I backspace again and dig deep into my thoughts. What would sober me say.
Hey, it's y/n :)
I hit send knowing that if I thought about it anymore my head might explode. Not even a minute after the three dots popped up, she was typing... As fast as the dots appeared they disappeared.
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OUTSIDE POV
Renee lays in her bed staring at the ceiling, being in that room by herself after last night was making her just feel extremely lonely. Her phone sitting on the bed next to her just out of reach of her finger tips as it dings she grabs it quickly looking at the screen, hoping that it's the one person that she's been checking her phone all day for a text from. She frowns as she reads the message seeing that it was just her manager telling her to get some sleep because it was late.
The disappointment fills her body, the whole day she had been checking her phone very minute in a haze focused on nothing but the sound of the dings on her phone but there hadn't been one from them. Her brain starts to go a mile a minute and she gets up and starts pacing with her phone in her hand. maybe she doesn't like me, maybe I overstepped falling asleep in their hotel room by accident last night. maybe... her phone dings and the blue light lights up her face as she looks at the message.
Unknown just now
Hey, It's y/n :)
Her breathing falters and a sense of relief washes over her. She knows that y/n made her feel something different and she honestly never wanted to stop feeling that way. The happiest she's been in a while was around them.
She starts typing back, in her mind maybe texting them back sober with all the clear thoughts in her head wasn't a great idea, but she does it anyways.
i missed you
she shakes her head and sighs, "too needy" she breathes out loud. Thinking again.
When can I see you again?
"Fuck" she yells turning her phone off and chucking it onto the bed.
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Y/N POV
about six minutes after I sent the message my phone dings and I pick it up quickly.
Renee Just now
took you long enough.