Unpredictable Match 2

Twenty Nine

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Happy new year you guys! I wanted to give you all a break from the drama, so I tried my to keep it to a minimum lmfaoo. 😗 Relax and enjoy! & sorry for any mistakes!

Cam POV

My eyes shoot open and the first thing they land on is the clock on my bedside table reading 8am. I close my eyes and try to go back to sleep but they open back up again. Something is so off. Completely off. I close my eyes, but once again they're back open. I know what's wrong. I fell asleep on Anthony's chest last night, but now I'm laying in the bed alone.

I immediately sit up and as quickly as my anxiety starts to spike is as quickly as it goes away. All I had to do was be calm for a second and I would've seen that Anthony is sitting right at the edge of the bed. I exhale in relief and he briefly looks back at me while I'm approaching him. When I'm right behind him kiss his back and put my arm around his stomach. I wonder what he's doing up so early.

I look over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and see that he's rolling a blunt. I lay my head on his shoulder and wait for him to finish doing what he's doing so that I can have his full attention. When he finishes he puts the blunt behind his ear then turns his head and kisses me. My eyes close as he kisses me over and over again.

"When did you wake up?" I ask out of curiosity when he stops. He has to have been up for a little while. I can tell that he got ready and probably showered and everything. Plus, although he doesn't have a shirt on yet, he is wearing a pair of black joggers and white sneakers. So I assume he was in the middle of getting dressed— just stopped to smoke, I guess.

"Seven," he says. Yeah, I thought so. That is pretty early, but I know that Ant isn't much of a sleeper. I get out the bed and use my right hand to hold the weight of my left arm. I am thankful to not have any life changing damage, but I do need to go back to rehab so that I can at least have a chance for my arm to have feeling again. I'm tired of being limited in everything that I do.

"Ant, can you help me?" I ask. I'm struggling to hold my arm up and get my clothes out at the same time. I figure I'll take a shower and get ready for the day since Ant is already up. I want to be with him every single second before he leaves so I'm willing to give up a couple hours more of sleep. Maybe I'll try to make breakfast for everyone. I don't think that will go very smoothly because of that fact that I have one working hand, but I can try.

Anthony looks back at me and quickly stands up. He looks at my hands, "what you need?"

"Can you help me get some clothes out? They're right in this drawer," I point the drawer out and he walks over to it. "The top has shirts." I guide him through each drawer until I'm satisfied with the options, which doesn't take long being that I'm not very picky when it comes to the things I wear.

"Good?" He asks. I look over the outfit once more— dark grey sweatshirt that's probably two times too big at this point, matching sweats and a pair of socks and underwear.

"Perfect, thank you," The rest of my things are in the bathroom, so I'm good to go. I wish I had waterproof support for my arm so that I wouldn't have to let it go in the shower, but I don't, so I have to deal with it. It's just an uncomfortable feeling, that's all.

"Leave that door open," Ant says as I'm going in. I listen to him and leave it open. As I'm in the shower, I'm able to glance at Anthony through the mirror which makes being in this bathroom alone a little less scary. I stay in the shower for like thirty minutes and after I get out and finish brushing my teeth, I remember that I can't wrap the towel around myself on my own. I opt for drying myself off with it as much as I possibly can, but I think Anthony senses that I'm struggling because he appears in the doorway. I was probably shuffling a lot.