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Maya POV
″It's time to wake up, Maya," Vic said when she came into my room.
Great, another day, and I'm still alive!
Every time I smoke, I believe maybe tomorrow I'll wake up on the clouds. But no, I have to live this meaningless life.
Yeah, it's hilarious to think I would die from a cigarette, but with my condition, it's not impossible.
I have a health issue, a heart issue, if I'm being specific, and if I smoke too much or drink too much and don’t take my medication, I could die...
hopefully...
"Come on, Maya, Andy's waiting for you downstairs. She's worried, and you know what? I’m worried too! What the hell did you do last night? We can’t leave you alone anymore, you’re acting dangerous again! Come downstairs, Maya, we need to talk! I begged Andy to give me some time and not storm into your room, so get up!!!"
Vic screamed the last part and finally left my room.
Great, another day with my friends. I slowly got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
And now, it's time for that conversation. So, I’m going downstairs to face my friends.
Maybe you ask why I don’t just kill myself if I want to die this much... well...
SLAP
"What the fuck??!!" I yelled at Andy as she looked like she was going to slap me.AGAIN!!!
Yeah, as I was saying, I’m not going to kill myself because of these idiots!!
"Why haven’t you answered your phone, Maya?! I texted you a million times but got nothing!! Mason is worried too, he said you haven’t answered his calls for two days! What the hell are you doing, Maya??!!!"
Andy yelled at me, and I didn’t know what to say.
I'm not a big fan of hugging, but she looked terrified, and she’s like my sister, so I think I can give her a hug, right?
I hugged her and started to explain to her.
"I’m so sorry, Andy. I was sleeping and didn’t check my phone.I was really tired last night, so I went to bed early. This script took all of my time. What time is it, by the way?"
And now she looks even scarier, oh God, what did I say?
"You were tired?? Are you taking your meds?? Did you have any other symptoms?? Please tell me you’re not smoking too much!"
Oh, so it was about the tired and sleepy me...
"I’m fine, Andy, really. Now let’s start the day, okay? What about breakfast? My treat!"
I tried to change the subject, hopefully, she’d drop it too.
"It’s 2 p.m., Maya!!!" Vic told me from the kitchen.
Oops, I’m really in trouble, I think.
"Soooo, lunch???" I tried with my puppy eyes,
God, please help me!
"Okay, okay, we’ll go for lunch, and you tell me about your new movie, but I’m going to call Miranda. You need a check-up, and don’t argue with me, it’s my deal to forgive you, now where are we going?"
Andy said before hugging me again.
I love her. Maybe I don’t say it enough to her, but she’s my best friend, my sister.
I didn’t have a great family. My mother died when I was 13. She had the same heart problem as me, but except for my close family, no one knew about that. And my father...
let’s talk about him another time.
"You know I can’t go everywhere, Andy. Let’s just go to our usual place. I don’t want paparazzi."
"Okay, superstar, let’s go then. You have 10 minutes to get ready, and please call Mason too. He’s worried!"
Andy said and left for the living room.
Yeah, we’re still at the bottom of the stairs.
But for now, let’s get ready...