More Than Just 'Friends' (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 22

I woke up with the annoying beeping of my alarm clock. i pulled my arm out of the blanket, and shut it off.

usually, i tend to set my alarm 1 hour and 10 minutes than the time i should leave, but then from what i know, cameron sleeps as light at cotton and well... he sets his alarm very early as well, so I set it pretty darn early.

I walked out the door, ran downstairs and Cameron was standing there, in the same clothes that he used last night. -or should I say pants?- "oh, hey Cameron. What are you doing?", I asked him, with a spatula on his hand. Though, it was obvious that he was cooking, but he just gave me a blank stare and a little chuckle.

"Uhh... it's kinda obvious... right?"

"Wait... you know how to cook?" A guy that knows how to cook is just- oh my god. Plus 10 points for cooking skills.

He looked at me, with a sheepish smile and said "I think that is a yes...?"

Giggle.

I look at him and give him a friendly little smile.

Giggle.

Giggle.

My cheeks were turning red and I bit my lip - as if that would help it stop- "what are you cooking?" I asked him, still blushing and I don't even know why.

"Pancakes." He smiles and looks back at me.

Giggle

"I love pancakes! How did you....."

"Alison?"

"What?"

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Your cheeks. They're turning red, and sh!t." This caused me to blush more. I don't care if he can see it, I don't even mind.

"Well... Cameron?"

"Hm?"

"I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"Your cheeks are also turning red and sh!t."

"Fvck you."

"That is soo rude, Cameron."

I took a step closer to him, only a few feet apart from the island.

He placed the pancakes on the kitchen island and being the lazy girl I am, I just sat on the kitchen island instead of getting a chair.

"Cameron, can you get the maple syrup, puweez?" I said in a baby voice.

"kk" he got up - from his place in the kitchen island- and got the maple syrup.

"Thank you" I got the maple syrup from his hand and put a mound of it on my pancake. "this is so good! how did you make it?"

"well... you did have ingredients, so..."

"oh."

when i finished eating, i jumped off the kitchen island and put my plates on the sink. "wait cam, im gonna go and brush my teeth. hold on."

i rushed upstairs, went to my bathroom and jumped infront of the mirror. i put my hair in a bun to stop it from going all over my face when i brush my teeth and wash my face.

i look at the mirror and my jaw drops to the floor. holy Crab balls. this isnt mine.

"CAMERON!!!" I shout. i hear fast footsteps getting louder and louder.