It's been an hour or two since the party started, and I didn't expect myself to last this long into the night. I probably would've left early if it weren't for Camila. The way she talks about her ambitions really got me intrigued.

Then she suddenly began walking away from me. I didn't know what to do so I just stayed where I stood, taking a sip of my drink.

"Michael, can you follow me?" Camilla yelled through the blasting music.

"I don't know, can I?" I challenged her annoyingly, just to see how she'd react.

"Please... I'm lonely!" she begged playfully, both of her hands in the form of a prayer.

I couldn't refuse since I would also be lonely if she went away. "Alright."

I caught up behind her and followed her to wherever she was going. I couldn't help but to observe her endless locks of brown hair that went all the way down to almost her hip and the way her legs walk with her high heels.

Fortunately, we ended up at the buffet table again. She refilled her cup and drank it all in one tip. I watched her in astonishment.

"Damn girl, you sure do love that punch huh?" I asked. The tone in my voice felt different and my head started to feel a little heavy. I suppose the alcohol already got in too much of my system.

"I'm trying to stop, really!" she laughed. "But this is just... too good."

I nodded my head, jokingly unconvinced. "I couldn't agree more if I do say so myself."

"I know right? It's so fresh and fruity! It's amazing..." she slurred. She was more intoxicated than I thought she was. I wonder how many cups of punch she drank before I talked to her earlier. And to keep in note, it isn't easy to get drunk from fruit punch, so that meant she drank a lot. Or she had something before the party, which was much more likely.

"Yes, it is! Now before you get tipsier, let me take you someplace else. There are too many people here, you don't want to be caught drunk by your Dad."

She sighed and rebutted, "My Dad drinks more than I do."

"Still, people wouldn't want to see such a beautiful lady stumbling all over the place," I replied firmly. She had smiled faintly at me and looked down. I took her by the hand as we trudged towards the back of the room, the same place we were at earlier before we talked to Siedah. I sat her down on one of the chairs and snatched her half-drunken cup out of her hand.

"Hey! That's mine!" she cried, reaching for her cup frantically.

"You're getting too drunk, you should better stop." I sat down next to her and positioned the chair to face towards her. It almost looked like I was giving her an interview.

She heaved a long breath and crossed both of her legs and arms. "Fine."

I sat her drink on the floor next to my chair. Suddenly I had a thought that maybe it would be a marvelous idea to get to know her while she's drunk since then she'll be more honest and upfront.

I stared at her for a while whilst she was picking on her fingernails, chipping the tips off. "Let's talk about you."

"Haha, pardon me?" she snickered, glancing up at me.

"I want to know you!"

"Just to inform you, I am not that drunk. I only had a couple of drinks, and they were all punch," she said in a matter-of-fact tone, even though she sounded like she did drink something stronger. "Fruit punch doesn't make you drunk, the only alcoholic thing in it is vodka."

"Well, that explains it. Now, tell me-,"

"Oh shit." Camila cut me off. "I did drink a few glasses of wine before this."

I laughed. "Who would've thought?" She ignored my last statement and so I continued. "Okay, now tell me anything about you."

"What about me? I already told you a spec of my life. Besides, I'm not interesting!" she threw both of her hands up in the air. Pieces of her wild hair dropped down and covered a side of her face. She was so drunk but she was so lovely at the same time, that's almost inhumane.

I raised my eyebrows. There must be something unique to her, just look at her. She's stunning! There are those sparks in her eyes that tells me she's different from the other girls I've met. "You're being absolutely modest right now, girl!"

She gives me a quizzical look and holds it for a few seconds. Then she suddenly burst out laughing. "See, I guess I am modest! See, that's something new about me for you, huh?" she remarked sarcastically.

"I guess, but I want to know more. Give me facts, or a doggone timeline, something!?"

"Oh my God, you sure are pushy!" she laughed and I feigned an offended look. "I'm joking, I'm joking! Well... Let me see. I ugh- I like to read, especially those thick ass novels you know? And um... my favorite color is white because it makes everything look classy... I rarely ever wear skirts, I'm obsessed with cats, I could do the cartwheel, I-"

I chuckled at her. "Wait, w-what did you say?"

"Cartwheeling? Yeah, I learned how to do it since I was fo--."

"No, not about the cartwheels. Your cat obsession... So you're obsessed with cats?"

"And pies. All types of pies. Pumpkin, apple, coconut, strawberry, blueberry, chocolate... Oh chocolate, my favorite. Milk and dark– I absolutely despise white chocolate, it's too sweet. I don't even think there's such thing as white chocolate pie, though."

I chortled at her ramble. "You're interesting, the ladies I know who love cats are well over fifty years old."

"Oh please, I loved cats since I was five. I had a lot since they kept on breeding non-stop. They died, though. Some of them even ran away." She looked down in grief but quickly sat back up. "Well now I have two cats, so those childhood kitties are long gone – I don't even remember their names anymore. Both are Scottish Folds and they are utterly super adorable."

"What are their names?"

"Dibbles and Darling. Both named after nothing," she tittered. "How hilarious. I'm so random with names."

"Oh.. I'd love to meet them one day."

"Yes! That would be so cute! They are not aggressive or anything and they're really friendly, you'll fall in love them in an instant."

I started to thank myself mentally for getting to know her whilst she's intoxicated and she's funnier than I thought. I always love a girl with a sense of humor and she has the perfect amount.

As I was about to respond, Frank, my manager suddenly came up to me and cut off our conversation.

"Mike! There you are! I've been searching all over this place for you! You got me worried!" he said exasperatedly.

I looked at him and he looked frantic. "Sorry Frank, I didn't know you were searching for me... But may I ask why you are searching for me?"

"Oh my God! Did you forget?" He placed both of his hands on his head like he's gone mad.

I searched my thoughts but I didn't remember what I forgot. "Forget what?"

"The speech! You're supposed to make a speech thanking the people who worked with you on the album and all that."

I looked down in guilt. I honestly forgot about this. I don't even remember Frank or even anyone telling me.

"C'mon, just make one up on the spot. You got to go do it before the party ends."

I turned to Camilla's direction to say goodbye to her but she wasn't anywhere in sight. How was it possible that I didn't hear her stand up? I just sighed and went with Frank to go up on the stage. I'll try to find her later.

* * *

The crowd cheered as I waved and flashed a peace sign with my two fingers and walked offstage. Then my music started to play again, this time it's the Jackson 5, I Want You Back.

"That was good Michael. It was a little too short but that's okay," Frank said, giving me a single pat on the shoulder.

"Sorry Frank, I wasn't prepared."

He nodded in understanding and walked away.

I was on my own now and people were crowding me, trying to congratulate me. I thanked as many people as I possibly could and went away to start looking for Camila- I still wasn't satisfied with our conversation. I found Bill Bray, my head of security, to ask him where George went.

"I think I saw him leave with his daughter right after you made the speech."

I looked down in disappointment. I just really wanted to see her again, she's so fun to talk to.

"By the way, why are you looking for him? I thought you didn't really like him because he's sometimes really "self-obsessed,"" he hand-quoted.

"I do like him. He just annoys me sometimes but he's a great guy."

He nodded his head and suddenly shot his eye at me like a light bulb popped on top of his head. "Wait... Are you looking for his daughter? You know, when you go talk in the back of the room, it doesn't make you invisible. And everyone saw you guys dancing together."

"You saw me with her?" I wasn't panicking but it came off like I was.

"Yeah, so did the other two-hundred-something people in the party. What's the matter? You got a crush on her? She is a fine lady."

I forced laughter. "No..." I lied.

"She's also got a nice tush."

"God, stop it, Bill!" I was really laughing this time.

"And her cupcakes are just... wow!" he continued while imitating the shape of breasts by cupping his hands, making me laugh so hard it was almost impossible to stop. "Mike,"

My laughter came to a halt. "What?"

"You're blushing a little... Actually, a lot. You look like a tomato. You like her, yeah?"

My conscience wasn't holding me back, so I decided to just admit my feelings. Bill's been my friend for 15 years, I tell him everything. "Sorta."

"I knew it. I also saw you blushing and admiring her when she was looking the other way. Did you flirt with her?"

"You were spying on me?"

"Well, isn't that my job? I need to keep you safe and watch over you. That's what security guards are for."

I shook my head slowly with a chuckle. "Can we go back to the hotel?"

He looked a little surprised. "But the party doesn't end until one." He glanced at his watch, "It's still eleven-thirty."

I rolled my eyes. I was beginning to get sleepy. "Ugh.. It's just, what? A few more minutes? Let's go."

"It ends in an hour and half, Mike. Not a couple of minutes. You drunk, Mike?'

My mind started to fog and I rubbed my temples. "No. I'm sleepy. I want to rest."

"Uh, okay, Sleepy. Just say goodbye to some people first. Don't make people think you ran away. After all, this is your party."

I obeyed and looked around wearily. I said bye to Quincy and Frank, and that's it. I told Frank to tell people I'm leaving so I wouldn't have to bid a farewell to everyone else individually.

By the time I reached my hotel suite, I was completely knocked out. I was still a little woozy from the punch but it started to wear off when I took a shower. I went straight to bed and by the second I hit the pillows, the thought of Camila kicked back in. I'd really like to meet her again.

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