Kind of a filler chapter, I tried to make it as interesting as I could I swear.

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-Kate

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When I opened my eyes, the room was still mostly black. My eyes went in and out of focus as I tried to remember where I was. The couch was unfamiliar and the room had that eerie way-too-early-to-be-awake feel. It felt like a horror movie when the house slept soundly and then the mass murders popped out of nowhere and slaughtered everyone. Snatching my watch off the coffee table, I squinted at the time. Quarter past seven. No, that couldn’t have been right. I blinked my eyes a few more times until my brain slowly became less fogged. We were in England. Right, timezones. I counted the hours on my fingers, trying to do the math. That meant it was quarter past three in the morning here. The couch was no longer comfortable, so I rolled off of it and pulled myself up the stairs to my room. My bed was a welcoming sight, but I found that I couldn’t go back to sleep. Instead I found myself tossing and turning, jet lag throwing off my entire sleep schedule.

Throwing my blankets to the side, I flicked on my lamp, unzipped my suitcases and hovered above them for a second before I started throwing everything everywhere. Once I was satisfied with my empty suitcase and my clothes strewn about the room, I opened my empty closet and began the tedious task of turning this strange, new place into my bedroom. The thought of breaking in a new home and place didn’t frighten me too much. True, this was only my third home ever, but back in Los Angeles, by the end of the month, everything had felt relatively familiar. I had a habit of making any place my home as fast as I could. All my friends would comment on how I could navigate their house without a problem the second or third time. Perhaps that wasn’t something I should necessarily be proud of. They probably saw me as some sort of hobo who just wanted a place to stay.

When the task of unloading all my bags was finished, the next wave of exhaustion hit me.  Quickly slipping into my pajamas, I slid back under the covers, my bed now more comfortable than it ever was before.

Only the tiniest bit of sunlight was streaming in when I woke up to the feeling of something pressing my body down.

“Good morning, Cammie.” I heard James say above me, his face right by mine.

“Ugh, James, get off of me.” I mumbled as my cheek was being pressed farther into my pillow. James’ entire body was sprawled on top of mine.

“But Cammie, I love you.” He said, putting his hands under his head, which was on top of my head.

“I love you too. Now get off me.”

“I’m bored. Rick won’t be here for ten more minutes. Mom’s still in bed.”

“And what am I?”

“A perfect pillow.”

“You suck. What time is it anyway?” I felt James shift so he could see the bedside clock.

“Almost six.” 

“Six? As in six am? James.” I whined. 

“You can go back to bed when I leave. Besides, I thought you were spending the night on the couch.”

“Got too uncomfortable. So I came up here at, like, three and unpacked everything.”

“Well, you can sleep when I leave and then bum around the house until tonight. We should be done our read throughs around one.” The doorbell rang and echoed through the entire house. “That’s Rick. Nighty night Cam.” James kissed my cheek quickly and rolled off the bed. I didn’t realize I was having difficulties breathing until my lungs could open to their full capacity.

“Have fun at work, James. See you later.” Hearing my door shut behind James, I closed my eyes and snuggled back into my covers. 

“Cam! Wake up! You’ve been asleep for forever!” I clenched my pillow and pulled it tighter, hoping that the voice calling me was just a bad dream.

“Camille Alexandra! It’s after noon! Wake up!” Unfortunately, it wasn’t a bad dream. Instead, it was my mother using my full name to drag me out from my cave. I threw open my door and proceeded down the stairs without even checking to see if I was in any way presentable.  Luckily, no one was there except Mom, standing by the stove cooking something that smelled delectable.

“Morning.” I mumbled, sitting at the island.

“Oh, you missed morning by a long way, sweetheart. Grilled cheese?” She put the plate in front of me with a perfectly made grilled cheese and pickles. Not exactly a typical breakfast, but I was excited.

“You went shopping?” I asked, wondering how she was able to navigate a foreign area all by herself.

“The people here are very kind. There was a nice lady watering her garden this morning and she gave me directions. Just picked up some basics. I didn’t have a car, after all.” Suddenly, I heard voices echoing up the stairs and I looked wide eyed at my mom in pure horror.

“People... are here?” I pointed to the stairwell and glanced back and forth between that and my mom.

“I guess so.” My mom shrugged, but she had a smirk on her lips.

“Do you see me right now?” I screeched as silently as I could.

“You could have woken up a few hours ago and been more prepared.”

“I’m not ready for company!” Grabbing my plate, I dashed up the stairs to the confines of my bedroom, just as I began to see James’ head appear around the corner coming to the kitchen. Even with my door closed, I could hear the voices rising up and I was hoping they wouldn’t come all the way upstairs to the loft area. Unfortunately, my wishes were not to be granted as I heard the voices get louder. As quickly as I could, I shed off my pajamas and dug through my drawers for jeans and a top. I glanced in the mirror and made a face. My hair was an insane, frizzy mess, probably on the account that I braided it for the plane yesterday. My body felt nasty from traveling all day and not showering, but, as of late, there was nothing I could do about it. Quickly, I brushed through my hair, throwing it into a bun on the top of my head and swiped on some mascara.

“Wait, James, you said you had a sister. Where is she?” I heard the voice loud and clear through my door and my entire body froze. Oh no, James, you are not dragging me out of my room.

“Yeah, I heard your mom say she was still here.” A different voice, this one a lot deeper. I’m not here. Nope. I officially have left the vicinity.

“She’s probably in her room, why?” By his tone of voice, I couldn’t tell if he wanted me to stay in there or if he was suggesting they bring me out.

“We want to meet her, of course!” This voice was heavily accented and pretty high pitched.

“I’ll go see what she’s up to then.” My heart stopped for a split second before I realized I needed to look like I was doing something other than listening to their conversation. I spotted my sketchbook on the desk in the room, picked up a pencil, flipped to an open page, and began drawing the outline of -

I held my sketch book up in front and furrowed my brows. What was that supposed to be? It looked like a weird blurb that just appeared on my paper.

There was a soft knock on my door, followed by James saying, “Yo. Cam. You in there? Can I come in? Is it safe?”

“Yes. To all of the above.” I replied, still glaring at my random piece of artwork. The door opened and James made his way through to see me sitting on my floor, making faces at my drawing.

“What’s up with you?” James remarked on my facial expressions.

“Tell me. Does this resemble anything to you?” I flipped my sketch in his direction as he tilted his head and squinted his eyes.

“Yeah... it’s like a... big... fat... fairy... or something like it.”

“A big, fat fairy?” I sputtered out between laughs.

“Sure, see, there’s the wings and there’s... the fat.” He pointed at my drawing, tracing along where the things were supposed to be.

“Alright, I’ll mark this one off as big, fat fairy drawing and call it a day.” I flipped my sketchbook shut and threw it on the ground.

“So how was the read through?” I asked.

“Pretty good. Some of those actors are scary intimidating. I never thought I’d be able to work alongside them.”

“Well, I’m glad you have this opportunity. Now. You in here for a reason?” True, I already knew his reason, but I couldn’t let him know that.

“Some of the actors came over and they would like to meet you. They’re around our age, more so mine, but why don’t you come say hi?” 

“I think it’s best if I stay in the confines of my bedchambers. You don’t understand what might happen if you release me to celebrities.” I urged. Maybe I could convince him that it was best I don’t make an appearance.

“I remember very well what happened with Nate last year.” I face-palmed myself in memory of what happened.

“I did not mean to get so excited! But when you surprised me like that and I was a sixteen-year-old fangirl, I mean, what else do you expect?”

“You spilled your pop all over him. And then tried to clean it up. Making it ten times worse. You should have left while you still could.” James reminded me. “Now. Come meet my friends.”

“Better not give me anything to drink until after.” I told him as he helped me to my feet.

“Don’t even worry about it. They just want to say hi and then you can disappear again.” I shrugged and agreed.

“Fine. But if something embarrassing happens, it is all your fault.” James seemed content with this response as he exited my room. Reluctantly, I followed behind, not entirely sure if meeting celebrities was the best idea. Peeking around the corner, I saw three people’s heads sticking up from behind the couch, their backs facing me. Two girls and a boy. One girl had golden blonde hair, like the stuff out of a Disney movie. It was unbelievably perfect. The second girl was red-headed and I was seriously jealous of it. You could tell from the color it was natural and that just made it cooler. The boy had jet black hair and it was shaggy.

“Hey, guys, this is my sister Camille.” The three heads turned and I instantly felt inferior. There was a high possibility I was currently in the presence of the most beautiful people on earth. 

“Cam, this is Ava Stewart,” he pointed toward the ginger. Her green eyes were bright and I could almost sense that she was one of those people that was always happy. Her hair was in a top-knot, except the painful bit of it was that she was able to pull it off. She was small and her style seemed mainly vintage. She reminded me strangely of a ginger Tinkerbell. “That’s Carson Dales.” He moved on to the boy. He slightly resembled a stereotypical surfer boy, except for his hair was black instead of that bleach blond. “And this is Gemma White.” The blonde flashed a blinding smile. Goodness. Everything about her just screamed “I am the most beautiful creature that has ever walked the face of the earth and I know it.” Her mile long legs, her sea blue eyes, her permanent tan, and her Disney princess hair. Did she have any flaw so I could feel remotely good about myself?

“It’s so nice to meet you, Camille!” Ava came up and shook my hand. Her accent was Irish. Oh my gosh.

“Nice to meet you too.” I offered her a smile.

“All we’ve heard about this entire day is James’ mystery sister. He wouldn’t shut up about you.” Carson said. What was that, Australian? Were all these people foreign? 

“Really? What was he saying?” I asked, trying to maintain my cool. Conversing with celebrities, I could handle this.

“Just how he felt bad that he dragged you here and if you were holding up alright. Sweet, concerning, older brother type stuff.” Gemma explained with her heavy British accent. It was like James to be like this and I always loved him because of it. I looked at him and touched my heart, acting extremely moved by his action.

“Aww, James! Such a sweetie pie!” I cooed, which he always just laughed off.

“So how old are you, Camille?” Carson asked. He looked younger than James, Gemma and Ava. Maybe it was just the hair.

“Seventeen. You?”

“Wait, you’re seventeen?” Ava exclaimed. “You can’t be. You look so much older!” 

“Well, thank you!” I said, awkwardly. I never knew what to do when people commented on my age.

“I’m nineteen, in response to your earlier question.” Carson said. So I was right that he looked younger than the rest! Then again, I didn’t know Gemma and Ava’s age. However, I recall James saying they were all his age. Carson was stuck right between us.

“We were going to watch a movie. Care to join us, Cam?” James asked, picking up on me not knowing how to continue this conversation.

“What movie?”

“Something none of us are in!” Gemma practically yelled and the room was instantly drowned with laughter on the celebrities part.

“Well, we won’t have to worry about that with me.” I shrugged and everyone turned awkwardly back at me, realizing that I wasn’t in on their joke.

“Oh. Right.” Ava mumbled. “How about an animated movie? I’m up for something animated.” Despite my love of animated movies because of the artwork that always fascinated me - not to mention I’m a little child - I decided it was best if I separate myself from the group.

“You know, I still have stuff to do. Homework and... unpacking and... such.” My sentence trailed off into a dead silence. It was Spring Break so I had no homework, I had already unpacked, and the only thing I could do in my room was nothing.

“Aw, well that’s too bad. Come on then, let’s go.” Gemma said and started heading towards the stairs.

“Cam, you don’t have -” James began, but I cut him off with a sharp look. “Right. I’ll see you later.”

“It was nice meeting you, Camille.” Ava said.

“You can call me Cam. But it was nice meeting you, too.” I smiled at her. Ava seemed nice, while Gemma just totally ditched down the stairs.

“Maybe when you don’t have anything else to do, we can go get a coffee or catch a film.” Carson said, a slight smirk crossing his lips. Wait. Was he already asking me out after we had just met?

“Come on Carson.” James grabbed his shoulders and started steering him towards the stairs. “And you.” James turned after he nudged Carson away. “Stop being so anti-social.”

“Your friends make me feel inferior! Not my fault.” I shrugged innocently.

“You can’t feel inferior watching a movie.”

“You can when your brother and his friends are in half of them.” James started to argue until he realized what I said was true.

“Fine. Go be a hermit.”

I smiled and responded, “Gladly.” I ducked back into my room, relieved to be out of the spotlight.