Snapshot. {A Cameron Dallas fanfiction}

Chapter One

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Marcie POV

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I roll over on my white sheets, and slap my alarm clock off. Today was the day. Today was the fateful day I start my summer job at the MAGCON venue as the offical interviewer and photographer. Needless to say, I am not amused. Usually, any 18 year old girl in this day and age would be physced to be even in the same ten mile radius of their dogs.

Let's just say that my people skills are a little "rusty".

I would much rather hide under the sheets in my bedroom, in the dark, with fast internet, and chinese food. But, my dad is right, I mean, I do need career practice, but with actual people? Thanks dad. Guess who won't be getting one of those cheesey #1 Dad coffee mugs for fathers' day this year? Speaking of coffee, I jump up out of bed, and throw on my slippers and fluffy white robe.

I wonder into the kitchen and make my own coffee, and sit up on the counter with the mug, and scroll through Twitter.

'Oh my god! Can't wait for MAGCON l8ter!'

'Cam love me!'

Ugh, lonely, needy, girls. I tip back my fourth cup of coffee, and realize it's noon. Shit. As always, I am late, and my father was counting on me to be there at 12:45. I sprint to my room, tripping up three stairs on the way up, and throw on some ripped jean shorts, a marroon lace, sweater, and my red hi top converse. I toss my long, dirty blonde waves into a high ponytail.

I stick my contacts in, and skim the room for my TOP SCRET NO TOUCHY TOUCHY journal, and canon camera. I threw the camera around my neck and stuck the pen in between my teeth. I struggle to get the suitcases out the door, and into my beautiful 1967 Chevy Imapla. By the time I am all situated in my seat it is 12:38. I step on the gas, hoping not to get caught by the cops, as I pulled into the hotel parking lot at 12:43.

I hop out of the car, and yank the suitcases out of the trunk. I rush to the front door, showing the big body guards my V.I.P badge. The doors slide open, and the air conditioning hits me like a nice beer on a Friday night. I check my watch 12:47. Shit.

Standing in front of me were ten boys, and my father.

"Dad, listen, I am so sorry, i got carried away with my-"

"Coffee?"

"Yes."

One of the ten boys snickered.

"You're not aloud to laugh unless I give you permission." I snap.

He put his hands up in surrender. Good. They went down the line introducing themselves. Matthew, Shawn, Taylor, Hayes, Aaron, Carter, Nash, Jack J, Jack G, and the little shit that laughed, Cameron.

"Alright boys. Opening night tonight. You know the deal, the girls put in for a drawing, you enter the Mr. and Misses pagent with them."

They all groan. It's not that they don't love the fans, it's all the inbetween work. I would feel the same exact way. So, basically the MagCon meetup was a tad bit different this year. The Main Jeanies wanted a way to really connect with the fans, so they made it so ten lucky girls would win a chance to be in a pagent with the boy of their choice, and whoever won, got a trip with them to Hawaii or something.

"This is Marciellia, my daughter. She will be your interviewer, and photographer, any questions go to her, and any requests, her also." my father intergects.

"It's a-actually just Marcie." I stammer.

"And try to keep the requests on the down low boys, now go on, get dressed for tonight, Marciellia, get settled, and you as well get ready for tonight."

"Alright dad, I got your back."

I drag my suitcases into the elevator just as the 'little shit that laughed at me' Cameron slid in. Shit, shit shitty shit shit. Awkward situations were not my forte.

"Hey, I'm Cameron, but everyone calls me Cam. You're Marcie?"

"Y-yeah, I am." I stammer, yet again.

"What's your room number?" he asks.

"Um, 178, yours?"

"179, sweet, we'll be across the hall from eachother, so my requests won't be so far away." he smirks.

The elevator opens for him, and he waltzes out, and I tug on my suitcases to get out of the doorway.

"You're a little shit you know that?"

"Yes, I do happen to know that." he raises his eyebrows, "need help there?"

I finally throw my bags into the room., "Not from your homicial potato hands."

"Homicidal potato?"

But I was already closing the door.

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A/N Alright my lovlies that was the first chapter. Short and sweet to find out if you liked it or not. I will update again at 15 reads! Votes and Comments always help. Thank you!

-CJ