THE EVE
CHAPTER TWENTY
❝YOU HAVE TO BREAK IT SO THAT YOU CAN SEE US, I HAVE TO SHOUT LOUD TO SPREAD IT FAR, THE BRIGHT LIGHTS SPREAD MOMENTS WHEN YOU'VE RUN OUT OF DARKNESS.❞

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      Tom groaned as he heard his name softly being repeated. His eyelids felt heavy as he slowly tried to peel them open. His vision remained blurred, but he caught the outline of a girl, a beautiful one. He gave a hazy smile as his hands ran over his face, muffling the groan he had unleashed.

      "Why are you up so early? You were never an early bird, Rosie," he chuckled as he closed his eyes once more. He pulled the covers over his head and enveloped himself in the warmth his blankets provided.

      "Tom?" That's not Rosie, he thought immediately as he pushed the covers off of him. He sat up straight and stared with widened eyes at his baffled girlfriend and the shocked Rosé who stood in the bathroom.

      Rosé glared at Tom as she got out of the bathroom. She apologetically smiled at Camille whose face flushed with heat. The model quickly got up from his bed and rushed towards the bathroom, "Sorry! Um, I need to — "

      "No, no, go ahead," Rosé offered as she stepped aside for her best friend's girlfriend to go in. The minute the door clicked Rosé kicked her shoe up in the air and caught it with her head before she threateningly held it at Tom.

      He sputtered out random noises as he shrugged. "You didn't tell me she was here!" he whispered-shouted towards her, to which Rosé rolled her eyes as she slipped her shoe back on.

      "I didn't think I had to! Why would you say my name? Are you fucking blind?"

      "Apparently! You look nothing like her!"

      "Hmm, I wonder what gave that away. The fact that I'm obviously fucking Korean and not Caucasian or maybe that my hair is fucking orange, not brown!"

      "Okay come on now it's more like a strawberry blonde!"

      "Thomas Stanley Holland — "

      "Oh, really? We're going to the full names now? Well how would you like it Roseanne Chaewon Cha — Put your fucking shoe down!"

      Rosé opened her mouth, a nasty remark ready to be shot back when her phone suddenly dinged. Curious she checked to see who was messaging her this early in the morning. And Tom supposed it must've been important judging by the way her eyes widened into the size of saucers.

      Tom furrowed his eyebrows as he straightened his posture. He got out of bed and was ready to walk towards her and pull her into another hug. They never delved into what had happened last night and the only thing he can assume is that the twins had fought pretty badly for Rosé to be so stubborn to stay in his room.

      He hated seeing her cry. It was one of the worst things to experience. Rosé never really cried in front of him and perhaps it was his fault for putting her on such a high pedestal to the point where she felt like she had to keep up with this tough girl act.

      Rosé was always the tough one out of their friend groups. She was the one to defend every single one of their friend when it was needed, the friend to even violently defend for their honor, and the girl who had such a big heart. When they were younger getting bullied wasn't that difficult, no, not with Rosé by his side.

      Because back then no one dared to talk or even touch him as long as Rosé was around, which he didn't mind. Her company made their small group of friends less lonely. And maybe it's because she has the personality of many, maybe it's because it was damn right impossible for her to have that much of a big heart.

      "Hey, you alright?" Tom questioned as she snapped out of her trance like state. Rosé flinched at his touch before she sheepishly smiled. "Rosie, is everything alright? You know you can talk to me about whatever's going on. It's not like we're best friends or anything but — "

      "Tommy Boy, you know I love you like a best friend," Rosé joked as she slipped her phone in between the elastic of her skirt to her stomach. The short Korean girl grinned as she patted his messy bed head as a mother would to its son. "I have to go, apparently I'm needed for one on this internship of mine. And for once it includes not holding something or getting coffee from catering."

      "Rosie, you can't avoid this — "

      He stood frozen as Rosé hastily pressed a kiss against his chin. It seemed as if she too didn't realize what she had just done as she began running towards the door, "Sorry Tommy Boy, but I'm needed! We'll talk later, yeah?"

      His cheeks burned with heat as he hesitantly placed his hand over where her lips had been. It was an odd feeling, that's for sure. Cheeking kiss was very much common in Tom's life, he's from England, of course he's done it before. But it was usually cheek-to-cheek, meaning there was no actual kiss. 

      He's had to do cheek kissing before with Rosé's mum and almost every other older female he has ever met. But the two had promised — no, swore — that they would never do it to one another. So whenever they saw one another it was always a fist bump or a shoulder bump. Or maybe even Rosé cheekily kicking his bum.

      But not cheek kissing.

      Because best friends don't kiss each other's cheeks.

      Well, not 'Tommy Boy' or 'Rosie Girl.'

      "Tom, we need to talk." He turned around to see Camille standing at the doorframe of the bathroom with her eyes crossed against her chest and her eyes nervously looking at him. He knew that look on her face, because that was the same looking of fear that was on her face when she first told him that she liked him.

      But this was a different type of fear and he knew damn well what it was.

      This was not good.

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elizabetholsenofficial: you stared at the sun for so long is your face sunburned yet

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username10: she's literally a child why is she so important?? childish quite frankly

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username11: DATE? WAIT WHAT

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      Tom ran his hand through his curls before he went to reach for his girlfriend's hands. Camille's gaze on him was hesitant, almost as if she was worried on whether or not she'd believe him. And he could understand why.

      You'd think that Camille Abbott would be one of the most confident girls on the planet. She was a starting model on the rise with her beauty and her brains supporting her. I mean, the girl got accepted to the University of Manchester on a scholarship. And she was being called left and right by big clothing companies for her to model for them. Hell, he was sure that she's now the face of that company American Eagle or something.

      But that didn't mean she wasn't insecure like everybody else, that she didn't bleed or hurt like the rest of us. Because she's human she feels pain just like the rest of us.

      There were several things that Camille didn't like about herself. Like how her eyes are too close to one another or the freckles that danced across her nose and cheeks. She especially didn't like how she was a tad too short which made her stood out from the rest of the models.

      She has flaws. And like most people she allows her flaws to rule her life.

      "Hey, look at me," Tom whispered gently as he reached out with one hand to cup her chin. He turned her head so she faced him and she looked at him with teary eyes. He smiled sadly as he went and wipe away the stray tear that fell down her cheek. "What's wrong? Would you mind telling me why you're so upset?"

      "You're going to think I'm stupid," Camille muttered as she dropped her gaze with her boyfriend. She focused on the patterns of her skirt rather than the powerful stare in his warm eyes. "Hell, I think I'm stupid."

      "No you're not. You're bloody brilliant," he said softly as he brushed away a lock of hair away from her face. Tom pressed a kiss against her knuckles, something that always made her smile. And he was right, because her lips twitched upwards at the action. "Tell me, yeah? We'll get through this together."

      "Do you like Rosé?" That question caught him off guard and his reaction only made her think of the worse as Camille retracted her hands away from. The look of hurt written on her face quickly made him pull her back. "Tom, I'm serious. Do you like her?"

      "What? Of course not! Why would you think that?" That's my best friend, he wanted to tell her. There was absolutely no way that he'd like her. No, Rosé was just his best friend, nothing more. 

      "Because she's amazing," Camille admitted brokenheartedly. She laughed bitterly as she wiped away the mascara stained tears away from her cheeks. The black makeup staining her pretty, pale hands. "You have to admit it, she's pretty amazing. She's so full of life, energetic, not to mention nice. Everyone loves her. She's so sociable it's hard not to.

      "And then there's me," she continued. Her fingers played with the hem of her skirt in an attempt to distract her from crying. Because her heart ached, her chest tightened when she saw Rosé press a kiss against her boyfriend's cheek. Rosé isn't a homewrecker, she knew that, but the way Tom reacted made her think twice about herself.

      "You're just as amazing, Camille. If not, more."

      "No I'm not," she argued. "I'm nothing special, Tom, you and I both know it. You can find a girl like me anywhere in London. She's normal, which I'm not. You can go out to dinner with her and not worry about her just eating a salad or where in the world she is. She's simple and normal which I know you like. I'm too complicated. I can't go out on those restaurant dates that you like because of my diets or handle criticism as well as she can. Because you know it's true, the minute the public finds out about us I'll break. But her, not her, she can handle them easily."

      "But I don't like her. I like you."

      "Tom — "

      "There's only you. I promise."

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A/N;

WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE. STOP THIS NONSENSE RIGHT NOW. It's so fun for me like I'm gonna be honest I only update this much to torture Sof. Like I love snapchatting little spoilers and seeing her lose her shit, it's honestly the best thing for me right now.

But I wrote this special chapter because of Camille. I know some of you may see of her as this evil character for ruining the ship that is now known as Tosé ( fancy way of saying toes ), but let's think about it this way. She's not bad or evil, she hasn't really done anything wrong. Because let's face it there are girls like Camille that exist. And we shouldn't hate on them.

I honestly love Camille Abbott so much.

I'm running out of people to dedicate this to omg.

Dedicated to fiftyshadesofmagic because their Sebastian Stan book 'Illegally Legal' is the best thing to ever exist in my opinion.

Much Love Guys.

( written: august 14, 2017 )
( published: august 15, 2017 )