Flashback: Comb
1963 Words
“You’re sick Camille Louella. Just wait a little more, I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he explained and then went out of the room.
Okay.
He said wait, then I’ll wait.
I was still feeling very sick but the uncomfortableness of the situation I’m in is getting to me more than the fever itself.
It’s been a month, Camille Louella. It’s been a month since I saw my parents. It’s been a month since I even saw anyone, another person other than Trevor. I am literally stuck here on this island with nothing more than sleeping and eating to do.
It’s been a month since I held a phone. It’s been a month since I ate pancakes. A month. How did I f**k last here for a month? Well, the obvious answer is it’s because of Trevor. I mean he literally feeds me. But mentally, he’s the one helping me as well.
Even though our situation is far from normal, I saw a friend in him. Heck, I even feel these feelings that I should've been feeling for him! It's crazy how a stranger just turned into someone I deeply care about. A person who I fully trust. Well, I remember that one time when I had a hard time dealing with my hair.
“Don’t you have a comb here too?” I exclaimed, trying hard to fix my hair.
We’re in the river, trying to fish and normally, I like this kind of weather, but the wind is just blowing my hair in all directions. And it’s so long and I don’t even have a ponytail. Ugh! So annoying.
“I don’t need it,” he answered.
Well, that’s what I figured. That whoever put him in this island just gave him the bare minimum of his needs. Like literally just the things that they can't improvise here. That’s just so cruel!
“But I need it,” I can’t help but whine because my hair is literally killing me. My hair used to be so soft and silky because I regularly go to the salon for treatments, but I obviously can’t do that here. Trevor doesn’t even have a conditioner! He literally has shampoo, soap, and toothpaste and that’s it. The worst part is, he doesn’t have a feminine wash which is obvious because he’s a f*****g guy! But that didn’t stop me from pouting, ugh! Life on this island is so hard!
I was still gloating when I noticed him staring at me. He’s in his usual spot while I’m on the rock.
“What?” I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Come here,” I was startled when he motioned me to come near him. which I immediately obliged. I mean, I was shocked with myself too! I’m so obedient when it comes to him! So, unlike me!
“What is it,” I exclaimed as he made me turn my back on him. I stiffened when he started combing my hair using his hand.
“Well…. that’s fine too,” I said while smiling. Trevor really knows what to do with everything!
He was just brushing my hair and I instantly felt sleepy! Well, this is what happens as well when I go to salons but he’s just so gentle while combing my hair that I can’t help but yawn.
“Are you sleepy?” he suddenly asked while still doing my hair.
“A little,” I answered.
“Why don’t you sleep then?”
“I don’t want to,” I answered. Well, if I fall asleep in the afternoon, I find it hard to sleep at night because I’m so full of energy. I literally would stay up and just stare at nothing. So, I’m trying to avoid that now because I really like the mornings here on the island. And if I stay up late, it’s obvious that I’d wake up late as well.
“Why again Camille Louella,” he asked after signing exasperatedly. I just laughed because he already knew that I have all kinds of reasons and excuses for everything he asks or says.
“I can’t sleep at night! I literally have to count a hundred sheep before I could even close my eyes for more than five minutes.”
“That's because you think a lot.”
“Well excuse me Mr. Trevor Helios whatever your surname is, I am entitled to think a lot when I’m literally stuck on this island.”
“I’m stuck here longer than you are.”
“And? You don’t think a lot? Seriously? I don’t believe you.”
“I do.”
“And? What’d you do?”
“I tire myself out,” he answered, which made me crease my forehead.
“What do you mean?” I asked curiously.
“I tire myself out so I can sleep at night.”
And he didn’t even need to explain further. Trevor does a lot of things every day. Like he literally doesn’t stay in one place but does work here and there. That’s why.
“I should do that,” I exclaimed excitedly.
“Do what?”
“Do what you’re doing.”
“I don’t think you can,” I almost faced him when he said that. But he pushed me back and continued making me turn my back on him.
“I can!”
“Your ankle Camille Louella.”
“Duh! I’m not talking about all the heavy lifting Trevor Helios.”
“Everything I do is heavy lifting.”
“So, are you saying that I’m heavy?” I raised my brow waiting for his answer. Well, he always has to carry me because of my stupid ankle. And I haven’t exercised for weeks now! Ugh! I miss my treadmill.
“Well….” he trailed which made me raise my brow higher.
“What?!”
“Except that. But you obviously can’t carry yourself so…”
He has a point.
“But I really can’t sleep at night! You know back home when I can’t sleep, I just literally have to pick up my phone and watch movies,” I exclaimed, reminiscing about my days in the normal. Ugh! I miss everything.
“Do you watch movies?” I added.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t have the time.”
What? What does he mean?
“What do you mean?”
“I was too busy.”
“Busy with what?” I am even more curious now. Well, if I’m lucky today, I could probably learn something about him.
“Nothing.”
“Busy with nothing? Are you kidding me right now?” I huffed. I knew it. He’s not going to tell me anything.
“Just sleep Camille.”
“I already told you I don’t want to.”
“I’ll help you sleep at night.”
“And how would you do that?”
“What other things do you do when you can’t sleep?”
“Uhm…” I exclaimed, thinking hard. Oh! I know!
“I listen to a lot of music,” I exclaimed.
“Ah…. any other things?” I laughed hard because even when I’m not facing him, I know he has his scrunched face.
“Why? It’s what I really do. Sometimes, I even sleep with the music on.”
“You really don’t have any other things in kind?” he negotiated once more.
“I can’t think of anything right now. Why?”
I heard him sign deeply. What is it again?
“Fine.”
“Fine what?” I asked, confused with what he just said.
“I’ll sing for you later,” he sighed deeply again. “Well, I’ll try…. Maybe.”
“Really?” I’m smiling widely now. Well, can you imagine? Trevor Helios, who's not even speaking that much, will sing for me? God, the world must be turning the other way around.
“Yeah,” he exclaimed, seemingly bored. Well, I’m sure that he’s sulking now.
“No backsies?” I asked as I turned around to face him.
“Backsies?” I laughed seeing his confused face.
“Yeah. It means no taking back of words,” I explained.
“Yeah, whatever,” he explained, then made me turn my back on him again.
“Do you know how to do braids?” I asked still, even when I’m sure that he doesn’t.
“No,” I knew. “Why?”
“Well, my hair is killing me, and I thought it would be better to put it in a braid,” I explained.
“Show me then,” he exclaimed, which made me squeal.
“Okay!”
And then I showed him how. Which is kind of a bummer because now my hair is already in a braid, and I don’t need him to do it anymore!
“Did you just trick me into doing my own braid?” I exclaimed, creasing my forehead. This jerk!
I hit his arm when I saw him smirk. He just smirked more as I glared at him.
“I hate you,” I exclaimed and was about to move away but he pulled my arm.
“What?! I’m going to sit on the rock!”
“Just sleep here.”
“I don’t want to!”
“Camille, come on.”
“I’m not sleepy anymore!'' Well, I’m pissed now! Actually, I’m fuming! Does he still expect me to f*****g sleep? He’s so ridiculous sometimes that I want to just hit his gorgeous face! And now I’m even complimenting him? ugh!
“Why? You just yawned a while ago,” he said calmly , which made me even more irritated. It’s like he doesn’t even know what he just did! Or maybe he just really doesn’t even care.
“Because I’m pissed at you!”
“Why are you pissed at me?”
“Why do you have so many f*****g questions?”
“Language Camille Louella.”
“Whatever Trevor Helios, let go of my gorgeous arm you tree!”
Ugh, when I’m pissed at him, I can’t help but call him names! But he deserves it!
“Why are you pissed at me?” he asked again.
“Why? I can’t be pissed at you now?” I exclaimed, mocking him.
“I’ll ask one more time. Why are you pissed at me? I can’t read your mind Camille Louella. You have to tell me,” He was speaking like he’s talking to a child which pissed me more.
“Nothing!”
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