White Lies | All American

twelve

At Fleetwood Diner, Haiden sat with Cameron in the rustic booth.

They were waiting for their breakfast, Cameron observing the Baker girl whilst she examined her surroundings. 

"You look beautiful." Cameron complimented with a smile.

Haiden eyed him.

"It's a Saturday." She replied.

"So? You can't look nice on the weekend?"

"No, I can. Today, I simply look like a bum."

Cameron laughed.

"You look comfortable." He corrected.

She nodded, smiling in agreement.

"You got any plans for today?"

"Uh, yeah. Spencer's brother is having his birthday party later. Gonna swing by for a bit. You?"

"Mm, okay. Got practice later. I might hit the gym too. You know, I gotta stay strong so I can carry you around."

He took notice of her raised eyebrows, feeling the need to elaborate.

"You don't need to understand. Just know, I'm not a weak man."

"You are still a child." She pointed out.

"But this child managed to get a breakfast date with you. I gotta say, when I want something, I'm gone get it.. no creepy stuff, though."

Haiden laughed at his ending awkward tone. The waiter stopped at the table, placing their plates down then walking away.

"So, when can I kiss you?"

"Woah, don't you think you're moving too fast?" She questioned.

He shook his head, slicing the pancakes.

"Time is an illusion."

She sighed at his response.

"I don't know where your lips have been. Wouldn't be surprised if they were on every girl in Crenshaw."

He held his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"How could you insult me like that? I thought we had something.."

"Maniac." She simply stated.

"Cute, A1 football maniac." He corrected.

She laughed, placing the bacon in her mouth.

"So what do you say? I feel like you can't really decline."

"And why is that?" She questioned, tilting her head.

"We've been talking for a while. If you decline, you've kind of strung me along."

"Me? You're pursuing me."