“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

　　I wake up, sweaty and breathless. I stared out in great confusion and tried to calm myself down. I look around me and I forgot that I was at the campout. I was just having a bad dream.


　　I was dreaming that I was lost inside a green forest at night, running and screaming for help but in my sleep, I heard voices calling out to me and one from the distinct voices from my dream was from Gage. But I couldn't find my way out of the deep forest so I ended up falling to my knees and cried until it got darker and darker.


　　Shivering, I pull out my phone and noticed that it was still ten thirty in the evening. I look back to the people at the campfire who were still singing. Mr. & Mrs. Toms passed by me and they offered me a mug of cold beer but I smiled back and turned them down. It was still too early for me to be drunk. Maybe a bit later, I'll take a quick sip from it and fall asleep drunk.


CHAPTER 87 : "Campout"