“You can call me when you’re lonely. I’ll be your temporary fix.”

Those were the words that he said to me and it was plain simple, he wanted nothing but s*x and I wanted nothing more than to.

I was the kind of girl who was too scared of falling in love again because I feel like there is something more in life than being mournful over a guy who never actually gave a hell. I deserve something more than pain and misery over a stupid heartbreak. Since then, I got too scared of commitment that I no longer wanted to be in one. I wanted fun and I wanted to feel like I am alive again.

He was the kind of guy who was too busy for permanent relationships. The superstar that all women wanted to bang with. The kind of guy who would have any girls kneel in front of him because well, he is that kind of guy. He was a guy with a hectic schedule, sold out world tours, drinking champagne in private jets, holding a mic in one hand, and conquering all over the world in the other.

Maybe I needed someone to show me how to live again and he needed someone to show me how to love.

You Can Call Me

　　He took that long to actually send me a message with just one word?! You're so boring dude. So fucking boring. But you still entertain me and how is that possible that you interest me so much?


　　EdwardBlack1794: but my twitter's got loads of none sense in it.


　　EdwardBlack1794: ttyl when I'm up cupcake. Just got off from work. I promise to talk to you more often. It's my free day tomorrow. x


　　I was already growing hatred and anger at this dude for not actually being sensitive enough that I want his Twitter account. I mean why is he so secretive? Why does he always be gone for hours then hits me up when his work is done? Ugh! Edward Black, I hope that's your real name because if it isn't then I'm so gonna get even more pissed at you!


　　Suddenly my phone lights up again..


　　EdwardBlack1794: and btw, I would love to follow you on Twitter cupcake but soon :)


CHAPTER 22 "Fame" 2