P.S I Love You (lesbian story)

Chapter 6

The rest of the day Cameron and I watched movies and sobbed about our poor single lives. It was great.

"So what do you remember about that night?" Cameron asked, pulling the blanket tighter to his chest.

"It's fuzzy, like all my memories are after I'm drunk. Blurry memories, if you get what I mean",I said and Cam nodded in understanding, "But certain things stand out. Like I remember being in a small space with this stunning women. She could've been a model Cameron."

"Tell me more" he swooned.

"We were in this...tiny space. And we kissed. But it didn't seem crazy at the time since we were both drunk and acting on impulse." I said squinting my eyes slightly, trying to recall the rest.

"So you guys had a make out session? That was it?" he asked confused.

"Who goes to a club just to make out? Let's be realistic. We did more than that" I murmured the last part.

I kept my eyes on Cameron as I watched his expression change drastically. His eyes glowed with excitement and his mouth was wide open in astonishment. Who knew he would get so excited about my sex life?

"Holy fuck! Oh my god, Jesus christ! I can't believe you, you dirty thing!"

Cameron smacked my arm playfully and I felt my cheeks turn a light shade of crimson.

"Hey blushy's back!" Cameron pointed a finger at me laughing.

I brought my hands up to my face attempting to hide the horrendous blush on my cheeks. A smile crept onto my face while recalling how my nickname blushy came to be.

"Remember when you came up with blushy?" I asked, laughter filling my sentence.

"I remember it perfectly. Dustin walked up to you during lunch at school, me and you were sitting together." he remembered, a smile on his lips.

"Dustin sat next to you while your eyes actually widened," he chuckled, "and he invited you to the movies that Friday night, of course you agreed!"

"Of course I did! I thought I was into guys at the time" I defended myself.

"Mhmm. Anyway, you said yes and before he got up to leave he kissed your cheek, which was totally cliche if you ask me" he sassed.

"I don't know what I saw in him". I shook my head.

"You were young, and wanted to have a boyfriend" Cameron shrugged.

"Yeah, I did want that back then."

I stood up from the couch and stretched my muscles, relieving the tiredness that was there only moments ago.

I walked to the kitchen, dragging my feet and turned on the Keurig (A/N: it's a coffee maker). Turning around, I met Cameron's stare.

"Yes?" I said frowning.

"Don't play stupid" he said hard.

"Did I do something, are you angry at me?" I asked confused, sitting at the table.

Cameron sat opposite from me and gave me a 'how stupid can you really be' look.

"It's obvious your depressed."

My lips parted and I stared at him dumbfounded. Me? Depressed? Where would he get an idea like that from?

"I am certainly not" I denied his accusation.

"Okay you may not be depressed but your definitely upset about something"

"I'm not, I sware" I said, hiding any trace of a lie.