“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

　　My eyes moved to the tent, and noticed another tall man walking near it. He was in a plain black hoodie paired with his black tight pants and some Nike running shoes to perfect his outfit. I think nobody ever saw him arriving and walking to the huge tent since everyone else were busy having fun and since his tent was kind of far from the other people. His huge hood was covering his entire face and he looked a bit suspicious to me. He gives a handshake to the man who has been sitting there for a few minutes now and they talked for a while. The shadow that his hood makes, covers his face and since they were kind of far from the post light, he was unnoticeable from where he was standing. But I was sure that he was super tall.


CHAPTER 88 "Campout" 2