Falling For The Brit

Chapter 27: Confusion

Chapter 27: Confusion

Via's POV

 

I sat on Zack's bed just looking at the Brit still deep into dreamland.

Glancing over the clock to the right flashing six o' five am, I knew I barely got any sleep at all, last night. My subconscious wasn't letting me. All I did was ponder over the four words Cameron told me in his drunken state last night.

"Creo que te amo." (I think I love you.)

I kept on reminding myself a little over a million times that Cameron didn't mean it because he was drunk. He wasn't even probably aware that he made me sleep beside him, but part of me wanted to believe, even though it required sacrificing the benefit of the doubt.

Why? Well, that's practically because I dreamily replied last night, "Y yo también." (Me too.), and the last time I checked, I'm pretty sure I was 101% sober.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into, I mean... b*tch please, me loving Cameron. Let alone the spelling of the word "love" is a world apart from "like", what more would it be when it came to the meaning.

And besides, I'm Victoria Stellar. Would I even know a single thing about what love truly is? *Insert robotic voice* Ne-ga-tive.

I looked over at Cameron again, smiling as I started to observe his delicate features. I know I'd done this multiple times in the past but I still couldn't really help it. He looked so calm... so serene in his sleep. His long lashes giving his eyes the charm open or not. I guess I was taken aback when I realized that the lashes I was staring at began to move and his eyes slowly began to flutter open.

He sat up and cursed right away grabbing a fistful of his hair in his palm, "Son of a b*tch, that hurts."

Must be the hangover.

Just as he was about to get out of the bed, he must've seen my feet because his eyes widened in a mix fear and shock grasping the fact that he wasn't alone.

"Who the hell let you..." but when he lifted his head further, he stopped whatever he was saying to ask, "Queen?"

Really Cameron, Queen?

I shrugged and nervously replied, "Good morning."

"What are you doing... how did you ... why are you..."

"Shush, calm down, shush! Listen," I cut him off before continuing, "before I answer your questions you have to answer mine." He seemed to understand and gestured for me to continue.

"Are you sober yet?" I began with those four words and formulated the simplest out of the series of questions I had in mind, impromptu.

"Yeah. I think so." He simply replied and I went on to my next question.

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"You make it sound so scary." He said sheepishly after running one of his hands on his nape. I chuckled softly after having seen Cameron's back to normal.

"Let me rephrase that... what do you remember from yesterday?" I switched my approach over the subject and make it sound 'less scary' if that's what he was thinking.

"I remember... let's see... It was Christmas." He exclaimed seeming to have recalled what date it was yesterday.

"I remembered feeling in deep, deep homesickness so I did something I rarely do... which is drink." He admitted, covering half of his face in shame, I guess.