{ y/s = your sport, and if you don't play one make one up💋😂}
it was Sunday, right after y/s tryout, you were pretty confident and couldn't wait to tell Cameron.
When you walked up to the door, you opened it. It was dark inside. You walked into the living room, stepping in something red.
Blood? You walked, following the trail the the bathroom, the lights were off.
Tears brimmed your eyes. You kneeled down. Cameron. Your brushed his cheek....
"GOTCHA!" He shouts. You scream.
"CAMERON YOU WHORE!" You scream. You walk upstairs and slam the door. God you fucking hated him right now.
"Y/n, it was a joke baby! It was Nash's idea." Cameron said. You decided to prank him back my giving him the silent treatment.
You opened the door and slipped past Cameron, texting on your phone.
"Are you mad at me?" He asks.
You plop on the couch whistling casually. Cameron looks at you.
"Talk to me babbbbbe!" He whines nuzzling his face in your neck. He sighs.
"Your driving me craaaaaazy." He says into your neck.
"I got it." He says. He walks into the kitchen. He comes back with out a shirt on in just his sweatpants, his hands behind me his back.
He walks over to you, he brushes his lips against yours.
"I was gonna save this for our date tonight, but I guess I can't anymore cause you won't talk to me." He says.
He gets on one knee. You keep looking ahead. You could feel tears brimming your eyes.
"Y/f/n y/m/n y/l/n, I've loved you for four years, two months, five weeks, 35 days, so many hours, so many minutes, and a lot of seconds. I think.
"But there will never be a time when I won't love you. I want to spend the rest of my time with you. Will you marry me?" He says.
You jump on top of him and kiss him. Tears run down your cheeks.
"Yes cam." You say.
"Think we can do this again at the dinner?" He chuckles.
"Of course. I wanna hear those words again."
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A/N:
GOTCHA BITCHES!😘
Lol, you guys aren't actually bitches... Your my main bitches..😂😉
No? Okay.
Told you I had a good idea!😍
