Loving Cameron Prescott (Slow Updates)

Got The Job

CHAPTER THREE

Bailey's POV:

I wake up in my bed, unsure of how I got here. Cam must have moved me after I fell asleep last night.

I get up and pull my hair out of its extra messy bun. I brush all of the tangles out before throwing it right back up.

I walk out into the hall to see if Cam's awake. Seeing the kitchen and living room are empty, I walk down to his room.

I crack the door open and stick my head in, I see him laying down, snoring lightly.

I chuckle before lightly closing his door and heading back in to the kitchen. I decide to go ahead and make breakfast. I have a job interview later today and I think Cam does  too.

Breakfast just seems like a good idea this morning. I grab the eggs, the milk, and some sausage that Cam put in the fridge, like a genius.

Well at least it worked out in my favor. I shrug walking over to the cabinet and grab a skillet and a measuring cup.

I go to the food cabinet and grab the flour. I walk back over to the stove and put the skillet on there, turning the stove on.

I quickly put the sausage in the pan and let it brown.

20 minutes later I am finished with breakfast and have put all of the meat in the freezer where it belongs.

I go to Cam's room, ready to wake him up. But when I open his door, his bed is empty.

"Cam?" I call out, seeing if he's in the bathroom.

No response. I just shrug, not concerned with his actions. When I turn around I nearly shit my pants.

"Boo!" Cam yells, scaring the fuck out of me.

Out of instinct I swing, punching him in the face. I hit him in between his nose and his eye.

He stumbles back a few inches, but doesn't fall. After I let my brain catch up to what just happened, I remember that I just punched best friend in the face.

"Come on, lets get you cleaned up." I grab his hand and drag him into my bathroom.

I get the First Aid Kit from under my sink before turning around and hopping up on the counter of the sink so I can reach.

His nose is bleeding and he has what looks like is going to be a black eye. He also has a small cut right by his eye.

"I'm so sorry I didn't even think about what I was doing when I punched you." I apologize, feeling really bad.

"It's okay, at least I got to scare the holy spirit out of you." He jokes.

I roll my eyes at him with a smile, glad he's okay.

"Look up." I tell him.

I need to get the bleeding to stop gushing from his nose before I pass out.

I wanted to be a surgeon, but my problem with blood would not have allowed that.

I feel like im going to black the fuck out. I shake my head, trying to focus. Not a good idea.

"You okay?" Cam asks me grabbing my waist.

I freeze at his touch, but quickly recover so he doesn't know how he's affecting me.

"Um, y-yeah. Just the blood." I smile weakly.

His hands hold me tighter, "Oh right, I forgot about your blood problem."

What he doesn't know is that his hands on me is affecting me way more than the blood.