Camille

I bit my lip nervously as the previous act in the talent show ended.

I was next. I was going to sing an original song I'd written. Now, thinking on it, the song was terrible, I couldn't sing, and everyone was going to pelt me with soup cans.

Then again, that's just my nerves speaking. Right? I'd been so sure about this just half an hour ago when there were still about 10 acts before me. But now, I was next, and I was really freaking nervous.

"Oh, god, Camille," Heather, the stereotypical mean girl said in her high annoying voice. "Don't tell me you're going to sing that crappy song you wrote."

I widened my eyes in shock, and she continued. "Oh my god, you are! Just be prepared to be boo'd off the stage. You know I'm a way better singer than you, so why would you even bother?"

Noticing my lack of responses, she smirked. "What's the matter? Can't talk? If you can't even talk in front of one person, good luck singing in front of a hundred!"

She smiled fakely, adding, "Oh, but have fun! Anyway, it's not all about winning, is it?"

As my number was called, I ran out to the stage, angry at that bitch for trying to make me nervous(and succeeding.)

"So, Camille, what song will you be singing?" the teacher in charge of the talent show asked loudly into the microphone.

As I was about to reply, Kendall-my crush of over a year-ran onto the stage, tripping over his own feet.
"Uh, we're gonna sing Count on You!" he said, grinning. "Uh, together."

The teacher raised his eyebrows. "Alright then. This is Camille and Kendall singing Count on You!"

I nervously sat down next to the piano, and tried to play the song, but my mind drew a blank.

I glanced over at Kendall, who smiled at me. I took a deep breath, and started playing.

As soon as the song ended, the crowd cheered loudly, much to my surprise. I nervously chuckled as Kendall led me backstage.

"Camille," he started. "I had no idea you were so talented!"

I blushed, looking down.

"I'm pretty sure you're gonna win, Camille," he said, smiling.

I blushed even deeper red, and smiled shyly. "Th-thanks," I managed to choke out.

"Y-you were pretty awesome too," I blurted out.

"Not nearly as good as you, though," he said, grinning. "Oh, and, you're welcome for saving yer butt out there, Camille."

I'm pretty sure my face was redder than a tomato (is that even possible?) at this point, so I started straight at the floor.

After the remaining 4 or 5 acts, the winner was to be announced.

"And the winner of this year's talent show is...," the teacher in charge said, yawning, "Camille and Kendall."

I gasped, surprised that I had actually managed to win.

The prize wasn't really all that amazing. A bootleg trophy and a DVD of Dear John? Uh...

As I started to exit the school, Kendall jogged up to me.

"Hey, congrats on winning," he said, smiling. "I mean, I won too, but that wouldn't mean I'm congratulating myself too, would it...? I mean, I'm not tryna sound conceited or something, I'm just tryna say yer a good singer and all and..."

I giggled at him rambling. It was so freakin' cute that Kendall was actually getting nervous talking to me.

He shook his had quickly. "A-anyways, uh, I was wondering if you'd wanna hang out with me sometime...?" He smiled hopefully.

I smiled back, saying, "Sure. Wanna go to the arcade tomorrow?"

"Sure, I'll see you there at 2," he said, smiling.

He walked off to his car, and I walked over to my mum's car.

"How was it?" she asked as I got in.

I'm pretty sure I blew out her right ear drum from screaming so damn loud in excitement.

CrazyKendallLover71999, this is for you.