More Than Just 'Friends' (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 17

"I'm gonna go home and rest. bye." I said to Alison, walking out the door. i stood up and walked towards the door. i didnt want to, but the tension was suffocating me. i just had to, my jaw hurts.

ALISON'S POV (it will stay as her until some other chapter, probably...)

"okay, bye. see you tomorrow?" i sat on my bed and hugged my knees in the corner. god, he's so cute. 

~(0.0)~ the next day...~(0.0)~

there was no school today, HAIL, HAIL WEEKENDS! i ran downstairs out of boredom because i woke up earlier than usual. i went to the kitchen and sat on the kitchen island. i just used my phone and went to my spotify playlist to play some Sam Smith until i heard a slight knock on the door.

"hel- oh, hi Cameron." i said. "alright, what do you want?" i hissed.

"is it bad to be here?" he leaned on his elbow by the door. "well then, sorry. goodbye." he said as he turned around and he was about to leave.

i pulled on the back of his shirt and made him turn around. "alright, come in. lets go to the living room." i grabbed his wrist and made him sit on the couch, but he just stood up. 

"id rather stay in your room." and he just disappeared right when i looked up from my phone, and started walking up the stairs. when i got to my room, i remembered that it was a mess, because i stayed up until 3 or 4 in the morning watching netflix. there were unfinished mugs of hot chocolate, bowls of unfinished nachos and popcorn, and clothes, blankets, pillows and junk all over the floor.

"whats this?" he chuckled as he picked up a bra from my desk. "Oh, My, God. give it back Cameron! put it down!" i started chasing him around my big room. ugh, perv much! i finally got my bra from him and i hid it in my dresser. "i hate you." i looked up him. he was so tall. he was like, 5 inches or so taller than me. 

his eyes moved around and it was so quiet, that you could hear a mosquito sneeze. he just looked at me and smiled. OH GOD. HIS DIMPLES. 

"okay. now tell me, why are you here?" i asked suspiciously. "i just felt like it." "Seriously, Cameron? no one does something for no reason. just tell me." i said seriously.

"you wanna go to California?" i just stared at him. i think he knows that my parents are staying in Canada for the next 2 months. and summer starts next week.

"what? when? why?" i cried. he just laughed at my reaction. "two days after the start of summer. im staying there for 4 weeks because i want to and why not and i chose to bring you besides anyone because you mean the most to me." what does he mean by "i mean the most to him"? 

"and if anyone, i mean ANYONE would hurt you, my fists will be prepared. youre mine. only mine." he said as he pulled me up and pushed me to the wall with his hands clenched on my hips.

"Cameron please. dont- stop!" i whisper-shouted. "oh what? dont stop? okay." he pressed his lips against my shoulder. 

"Cameron. dont do that!" i said but i couldnt move my jaw. i was like made of cement! "what? i didnt hear you. can you please say that again?" he said as his lips were crawling up my neck.

"Don't do that!" I vaguely shouted. "Why? Is there a problem?" He whispered and by that time, he was already kissing my jaw.

I felt a tingling sensation going down my spine. I couldn't move or push him away. This was much more romantically weird than last night, especially the fact that he just figured out, I'm a pig when no one is around.

My palms were sweating, my legs were shaking and time seemed to slow down. 

I tried to pull away but I just can't. I was cornered. I couldn't move, and then there was a moment where i just completely gave up.

alright. i just let him kiss me. there's nothing i can do to stop him anyway, right? 

he slowly took a very small step back from me and licked his lips. his eyes were shimmering in a way that his eyes turned a light brown, from a deep brown (or chocolate brown, up to you.)

the light was hitting him in a perfect angle, where his hair was bright as gold, eyes as light as belgian waffles and his jawline and cheekbones were very defined.

his eyes were roaming and looking around my face. 

he grabbed the back of my head and slowly pulled me closer, looking down at me. (not like that. i mean he was facing down.)

he kissed me oh, so passionately and time was moving so fast, yet so slow, just like him.

as he was kissing me, i felt him smiling unto my mouth and pressed his lips in deeper. it was really surprising, for him to do that.

i moved back from him, -i was running out of oxygen!- and took a quick breath but it was really short because he pulled me in closer. God, that boy can hold his breath for HOURS.

he grabbed my wrists and pressed them to his chest with one hand, and the other was just doing things that arent important... (don't think of it that way)

he finally stopped -not that i wanted him to... (no seriously, i didnt want him to stop. i just , really couldnt breathe anymore) but i didnt hate it.- and he sat on my bed.

"oh, sh!t. what the fvck was that?" i asked, looking down at the floor, sitting beside him. "i dont fvcking know. im so sorry. SO sorry." he said as he slinged his arm on my shoulder.

~(0.0)~ after...THAT... ~(0.0)~

"wanna go to the mall? im bored. my legs are falling asleep! i ACTUALLY feel like doing sh!t." i ask Cameron. he just nods and stands up.

"wait, Cameron. i forgot, im just wearing a crop-top and pajama pants." he just sat down, looking at me, change my clothes. ugh, perv.