Meant To Be (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 3

CAMERON'S P.O.V

It has been almost three weeks since Riley started living with me. She had not met Mia or Morgan yet. Come to think of it, I hadn't seen either of them in a while.

Dismissing them from my thoughts I think about Riley again. She was a wonderful, kind and fun person to be around. I can't fathom how her parents can kick her out over something as trivial as her sexuality. Her liking girls had not changed her personality at all.

They loved her up until she told them she was a lesbian, how can they suddenly not love her after she told them? She's their daughter for Christ's sake!

These thoughts were making me angry and I needed to stop now before I do something I will regret. Like marching over to her house and tell her parents exactly what I think about them.

Riley has fit perfectly into our little group. She is like family now. You rarely see the three of us apart.

I went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. Today was one of those rare days that Spencer was not with us. He had Family business to deal with.

Just as I had finished making me some pancakes, Mia stumbled into the kitchen. I was surprised to see her after the long absence, het happy to know that she was home safe. Having already made myself a cup of coffee, I slid it in front of her, along with the plate of pancakes that were drenched in syrup and had mixed berries on top.

"Here, I think you need these more than I do" I say to her. It was true. It looked like she had a rough couple of weeks. She looked dishevelled and had dark circles under her eyes. She looked up and I saw tears in her eyes.

"Why do you always do this?" I was confused now. "Why do I always do what?" The tears were now freely flowing down her cheeks. Brushing them off with my thumbs I pull her into a hug.

"Why are you always so nice to me when I always treat you like crap?"

MIA'S P.O.V

I clung onto Cameron. "Because you are my sister and I love you." I cried harder and hugged her tighter to me.

"But I've been so bad towards you." She was running her fingers through my hair.

"And I understand why." She spoke into my hair. "I used to think it was because you didn't care about me at all." I could hear the sadness in her voice. "It wasn't that. I always ca-." She cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

"I know. Like I said I get it now. This was a lot to take in at once. Mom and Dad's deaths, inheriting the company, which is a huge responsibility and on top of everything else, you had to take care of me. You had no idea how to do that so you thought it might be better if I took care of myself."

She sniffled and wiped the tears off her face. "Am I correct?" she had hit the nail on the head.

I lifted my head off her chest, looked her in the eyes and nodded "I admit that I should have gone about this in a whole different way but I can't turn back time and I am so incredibly sorry for what I have put you through. I have been trying for a while now to think of a way to make it up to you." I admitted to her.

She let go of me but took my face in her hand and kissed me on my forehead. "You're forgiven. It took some talking with a friend for me to realize these things and I am glad that I have." She bit her lip and made a face as if she's questioning herself on telling me something.

She nodded to herself and continued speaking to me again "Speaking of friends..." she trailed off. I took her hand in mine, curious of what she had to say. "There has been someone else living here."