Shawn's POV
After a while, the effects of the alcohol didn't quite wear off. She was still smashed.
She wolfed down a bag of lays and got emotional, giving me a speech about how important food is to her.
She danced around for a while and drew attention of some people around. She danced around with a random chick who wore dramatic make-up and a black dress that choked her.
I felt a burning sensation in my heart when I saw that. And no, it wasn't heart burn.
I walked towards her and whispered in her ears, telling her that we had to go. She was hesitant but she agreed because according to her, the room was 'getting smaller'.
We just about to leave before Camila came over. "Where you guys headed?"
"Home. Cam had a little too much."
"Can't it wait? Not many people have spotted us yet."
"Yeah, I know. But it's only for today Mila. We can go out tomorrow and do something, okay?"
"Okay," She smiled. "but I'll decide where we're going."
"You always do."
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We got in the car and Cam turned on the radio herself, not waiting to think that she could ask the driver in front to. Ironically, señorita began playing.
"Shawn!" Cam's eyes popped out of her head. "This is you. Your song! Your voice!"
"Yes, my voice."
She giggled like a high teenage girl before she sighed and sinked into her seat. "Do you ever think about your song and maybe how over a million people are listening to your voice in diffrent countries right now?"
"Yeah I do think about it sometimes."
"Yeah you do. I'm guessing this song is doing great, considering it's playing 24/7 on MTV. It's pretty annoying though."
"Everything I do is annoying to you."
"You got that right. Are you proud of yourself?"
"As a matter of fact, I am."
After a while, Cam began singing along to the song.
She only got the chorus right...
I walked her to her room and made sure she drank water before I left. She sat on the couch and struggled to remove her shoes.
"Need a hand there?"
She nodded like a five year old and I helped her out of her converse sneakers.
"Okay, I don't think you need anything else. I'm going to hit the hay now. Busy day tomorrow."
"So soon?" She asked.
"Fortunately, yes."
"No, please don't leave yet."
"Clumsy..."
"Please." She begged.
"Why are you suddenly being so needy?"
"I'm not needy. I just don't want to stay in here alone. It gets lonely here sometimes." She admitted.
I wasn't really into the idea and she saw it. She watched for my reply, practically on the verge of tears; ready to explode at any moment.
"Okay." I conceded and sat on the floor right next to her. Her huge sad eyes had just become my weakness. Besides, I know a thing or two about feeling lonely.
"Thanks," she said. "I knew you wouldn't leave me high and dry.
He olive green eyes, heavy with weariness.
"You want a drink? Maybe a beer or maybe some wine?"
"Shawn! Not again, and you said it yourself, I'm just a kid. I'm only nineteen."
"It figures. You don't look a day over eighteen and a half."
"And you offered me alcohol? Aren't you supposed to be a role model?"
"Yep. And the role model encourages underage drinking. Deal with it."
She laughed. "But seriously, no beer. Some juice will do."
I called room service for our drinks and by the time they arrived, Clumsy was out cold.
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Cameroon's POV
I woke up on the couch with a throbbing headache.
I look down at the floor and Shawn wasn't there. I ran to my bedroom in a ridiculous hope that he'd be there. And he wasn't.
I poured a whole glass of milk and sat cross legged on the kitchen table and thought. Specifically about yesterday.
Yesterday was weird. I was high on alcohol fueled ecstasy and Shawn practically babied me. I don't understand why.
What was weirder is that I wasn't really that drunk yesterday. I barely downed a bottle of alcohol, I guess I just experienced some sort of placebo effect. All I did yesterday was waste his time. He probably had other things to do than take responsibility for my irresponsible actions.
My very dumb, idiotic, irresponsible actions.
Crap. That's was the reason he scolded me yesterday.
I couldn't help but cringe at that thought. He probably thinks that I'm a fool now. He told me to start acting my age, which is a little funny because I usually act older than I actually I'm. That's why he might think I'm boring.
I beg that he doesn't really think I'm boring. Or irrisponsible...
Double crap.
Did I beg him to sleep with me last night?
Wait, let me rephrase that.
Did I beg him to stay with me last night? And the way I asked him too, I hope he didn't get the wrong idea. I clutch my stomach recollecting yesterday's events. I might not have to worry about looking boring because I think I made it pretty clear that I'm clingy.
And never in my life did I ever think that I would invite a man over that late without parental supervision. Twice now.
I'm turning into a rebel.
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I've been walking past Shawn's door for exactly thirty seven minutes now. I told myself that I'd apologise then thank him for yesterday.
I just didn't have the guts to simply knock on the door.
All I did was imagine the worst possible outcomes of this. After I apologise:
1. He just does nothing but look at me dead in the eye, before he breaks down laughing at my recklessness.
2. He scolds me and gives me a lecture about responsibility, before grounding me.
3. He fires me. Announces in front of millions on how much I suck, meaning I won't get hired ever again leading to a lifetime of poverty and homelessness.
Or, maybe I'm exaggerating. Just knock on his freaking--
"Ms Chesterfield, what are you doing over there." None other than Malificent asked across the hallway.
"Nothing. I just wanted to ask Shawn for, um, toilet paper. I ran out last night."
Really, Cam? Really?
"Uh-huh." Ms Salem crossed her arms over her black blazer. "It's not wise to disturb Shawn. He's busy all day and he actually has a career. Instead, inform room service on your... current... um, tipee dilemma."
There she goes again.
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The hotel was pretty lonely and the only thing keeping me company was the tv and a heap of tissues that lay on the table.
Outside was actually pretty loud. I couldn't help but notice a colourful party going on outside over at the beach.
I figured since I was bored, why not?
I threw my camera around my neck and went downstairs. My motive wasn't to mingle particularly, but just to see what was going on. It looked really fun and social.
I went down only to find out that this party was formed as part of a crowd from a pride parade that went on this afternoon. That's explained the numerous amount of men in bright wigs and skimpy, almost non-existent underwear.
I later spotted Laura in the midst of the crowd. It was really hard to notice her, she is red haired and chatty.
"Cam! What are you doing here?" She asked, sipping the contents of a red cup.
"I-uh, actually I don't really know."
"I can tell. You look so unnatural, have this." She threw a colourful flower necklace over my head then proceeded to throwing a handful of glitter over me.
"Laura!" I exclaimed, pretty sure some got in my mouth. "At least give me a warning first!"
"Sorry. I just got of work. My head is a clutter."
"Your head is always a clutter. You have some serious spring cleaning to do up there."
"You're so grumpy. Loosen up a little. Have a drink."
"Alcohol? No thanks, I enjoy having a liver."
No alcohol, especially after last night. It doesn't taste that great anyway.
"Whatever you say grandma. How about some punch?"
"That'll do."
She came back with a blue cup and I took a sip.
"Sweet right?"
I agreed.
"It's incredible what you can do with pineapple juice, cider and a gin."
"What?" I spit the drink out. "You said it was punch!"
"Yes. But I didn't say it wasn't alcoholic."
"Do you know that you're an idoit sometimes?"