"Here, drink this." Carlos says handing me a cup of hot chocolate. I stay silent with the occasional sobs and my head down, my eyes staring vacantly to the floor. I shake my head no, refusing to take a sip of Carlos' yummiest hot chocolate. Carlos sighs and set the cup on the coffee table before us.
I've been like this the moment we step foot in the apartment. Carlos had taken off my jacket for me and he half carried me to the orange recliner. Carlos made me his signature hot chocolate which I refused to drink. I usually never reject his offer when it comes to the beverage, no matter how dull I was. But this time around, I'm just not feeling it.
"Come on, Katie Boo, it'll make you feel better." Carlos insists, handing me the cup once more. I look up and see Carlos giving me his puppy eyes making me regret ever looking up. I sigh and roll my eyes. I can never resist those big brown eyes. Not even with my current situation. He can make me do whatever he wants with those eyes. And I mean anything.
I take the cup and take a sip on the beverage causing a smile on Carlos' face. He's right. It does make me feel better; the warm chocolate-y fluid invading over my taste bud. I give Carlos a small smile showing that I'm better now. But much to my dismay, it doesn't last long. I'm still bum about what happened earlier. I choke back a sob but the tears fall crazily out of my eyes down my cheeks. Carlos immediately takes the cup away from my hand and put the cup on the coffee table. And with that out of the way, he pulls me into a tight, warm, hug.
I wrap my arms around Carlos' waist while his are at my back rubbing comfortable circles and the other caressing my hair again and again. My head's on his chest and once again my tears are soaking his t-shirt. I blurt out everything that's on my mind. How stupid I feel. How pathetic I am and how I hate Micah for doing this to me. Carlos responds with comforting words saying that I'm not stupid and that Micah was the idiot to cheat on me also that he was lucky to even date me in the first place. Hours passed and I fell asleep on Carlos' arms.
I wake up to the sound of a soft humming. I recognize the voice in an instant making me sit up on alert. Sadly though, my head is spinning like crazy. I groan exasperatedly falling back into bed with a soft thud.
I hear a chuckle and a soft hand touches my shoulder. "Hey, wake up, sleepyhead." Camille says as she shakes me several times. I groan again and my eyes flutter open, the sunlight making me squint slightly. As much as I am happy to see Camille, but I really am not feeling like leaving my bed. Don't get me wrong, she's my best friend in the whole wide world and I haven't seen her in ages but-"Camille, what are you doing here?" I ask groggily.
Camille let out a sigh, giving me a sympathetic smile, "I just got back from New York yesterday and I'm on break. I don't start filming again until next month." She pulls a chair from across the room and seat next to me. Apparently Carlos carried me into my own room last night. How sweet of him. "Also, I heard about what a jackass Micah's being," she snickers.
I sigh covering my face with my palms. It seems like Carlos called Camille last night too. "He cheated on me," I sniffle and muffle through my hands. Thank God I don't start crying. I had enough of those last night.
Camille takes out her cell phone motioning that she's going to call someone. "Do you want me to kill him? 'Cause I would." Camille says in all but a protective way earning a laugh in my part. Gosh, I really do miss her and her crazy antics. I sit up laughing harder while Camille stare at me as if I grew two new heads. It only takes a second for her to join me. When the laughter dies down, we pull each other into a hug.
"I've missed you!" Camille shrieks as I giggle into her arms.
The door then open and came into view is Carlos holding a tray of comfort food such as snacks and ice-creams. He grins at the sight of Camille and I, making his way in and setting the tray on my messy desk. "I see you have awakened the Sleeping Beauty, Cami." Carlos jokes.
Camille laugh, "Yeah, I did. Who would've known my best friend in the world is to be awakening by my kiss." Camille says in a bad French accent puckering her lips at me, making kissing noises along the way.
I pretend to gag though a huge smile cracks on my face. I laugh, hitting Camille with my teddy bear on her face.
"Hey!" Camille yells giggling. She clutches the teddy bear and slams it right on my face making us both doubling over laughing.
Carlos chuckles, shaking his head then he makes a 'tsk-tsk' sound. "Girls, I need to go to work. Having a live TV show without the host is never a good thing." He walks towards me, planting a kiss on top of my head, lingering for just a second longer before he stood up straight and makes his way to the door. A blush creeps up my cheeks. I know he kisses my head all the time but this time it feels like it meant something more, something different.
"And, Camille, don't do anything reckless." Carlos sternly says, pointing a finger at Camille, looking her dead in the eyes.
Camille gasp in pretence offence, "Why would I, dear, sir?"
Carlos chuckles rolling his eyes, "Because you're Camille and everyone in this world knows when it comes to you, crazy things are about to happen."
"Yeah, so does when it comes to you." Camille retorts playfully. I giggle at them. Ah, I love these guys. They make me feel better without them even knowing it. Their presences are enough for me to feel all cuddly warm.
"This is why we need to get married!" Carlos exclaims his tone playful and light earning a roar of laughter from Camille as she throw a pillow at him.
"I have a boyfriend, you dumbnut!" Camille laughs.
Carlos shrugs his shoulders chuckling again and says his goodbyes and walks out the door to go to work. Once he is out the door I lay back on my bed staring at the wall while Camille scoot over and lay next to me, her back facing the ceiling, her head tilting to look at me.
"Want to watch movies and cry it out while eating ice creams?" Camille offers nodding at the tray of comfort food Carlos left for us.
I ponder about it for a second and shake my head no. "Can we do something really fun today? I don't want to watch sappy love stories that remind me that my love life is over."
Camille sighs, smiling at me, "Alright, what do you want to do?"
"Well, Micah's probably still sleeping at this ungodly hour, so I guess it's safe for us to go down to the lobby and hang out at the poolside," I say dully at the mention of his name.
Camille gasps sitting up, crossing her arms across her chests, grinning mischievously, "You know I can get Bitters to kick him out. Since I'm all famous now, Bitters will do anything to please me and also Micah lives in my old apartment. So, it'll be great to kick him in the gutter."
