Runaway Love

Chapter 10: Sleepover Gone Wrong

I threw a pile of random clothes into a bag. I had no idea what to bring to a sleepover. I only have ever attended one...and I was the one throwing it. Only problem was no one showed up, except my Grandma. Talk about humiliating!

"What are you doing? Recovering from a hurricane?" Cameron asked, his eyes bulging out of his head. I looked around the room, just now noticing that it looks like my drawers threw up clothes. They were sprawled everywhere, from the bed to the window. I'm pretty sure at one point, I tossed my underwear off the balcony in frustration.

Cameron just got home from school, as he still had his backpack over his shoulders.

"I'm going to Kendra's. She's having a sleepover." I calmly muttered. I closed my eyes for a second, waiting for Cameron to just start asking a million questions.

"Who else is going?" This is just the start of it.

"I don't know. Just some girls from school." He slowly nodded, but I knew he had more to say.

"Any boys?" I nearly choked on my own spit. Boys? Uh. No.

"No, Cameron. There are no boys." I pinched his cheeks, and he made a pouty face.

"Are you sure?" I looked up at him, nodding.

"Plus, she lives right down the road. I could practically walk there." He sort of smiled, but I think it was fake. You could tell he didn't want me to leave, he was very protective.

"Promise me you'll text me goodnight." I smiled, and his face grew red.

"Of course I will." I grabbed a pair of jeans and a gray, long sleeved shirt out. I looked at Cameron with a 'I need to change, so bye' look.

"Okay then. I get the hint." Cameron laughed and scurried out of the room.

I quickly changed and checked the clock: 3:58. I had a little more than an hour, so I headed downstairs.

"You ready?" Cameron asked, biting into a banana.

"Yeah, but it doesn't start for another hour." He nodded.

"Want to talk about last night?" My face suddenly turned pale. No, I didn't want to talk about it. I felt bad for leaving him without answers, but talking about it will ruin my night.

"There's nothing to really say. I was upset that no one recognized me, that's all." I could tell he knew I was hiding something. I was, but I wasn't about to admit that.

"That's it?" I nodded, emotionlessly.

"You know what? Can I go to Kendra's now?" I really wasn't in the mood to talk about it and I knew Kendra wouldn't mind if I came early.

"Um...I guess so." I bit the inside of my cheeks. He looked hurt that I wanted to leave so quickly. I hoped he understood that I didn't want to get away from him, I just wanted to avoid the conversation. It seems silly and childish to push the dreaded topic aside, but I really wasn't up to talking about my feelings. That's just not who I am, actually, I don't really know who I am. I'm still trying to figure that part out.

"Thanks." I mumbled while he grabbed the car keys and my sleepover bag.

I wish I didn't have to feel this guilty.

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We pulled in front of a huge, yellow painted house with red shutters. It had a neatly trimmed lawn and flowers planted along a stone path. It's the kind of house you see in movies, except this wasn't a movie and I'm pretty sure I'm not dreaming. It was gorgeous, even better than any dream house I could've imagined.