Just A Roommate

Chapter 11

I opened my eyes to find myself sleeping on my bed. I looked at the time. 1:39pm. Woah. This is late... Even for me. I sat up and put on a pair of sweatpants. I opened my bedroom door to be bombarded with the smell of eggs, ham, toast and bacon. I walked downstairs and saw Cameron cooking.

"I remember when we were in high school. And you were up studying at night. And I would cook breakfast for you in the morning." He said, as he put the meal on two pages.

"Yea" I said. "I remember that too."

He handed me a plate and we sat down at the dinning table and ate. It was silent. But it wasn't an awkward silence. It was a calming one. After we finished or meals we put our dishes in the dishwasher. We sat on the couch and watched Scooby Doo. "I love Scooby Doo." Cam said.

"Same." I said.

"I love you more though." He said. I smiled and blushed. I got a call from my phone and saw it was Jack. I excused myself from the room and stepped outside onto the balcony to answer. "Good mor- afternoon." I said.

"Hi." He said.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Have you told cam yet?"

"No, why?"

"I know he has amnesia but.... It's weird okay? I would've fallen asleep last night with you in my arms but... You probably fell asleep in cam's.... Am I Right...?"

I sighed.

"Am I right or wrong Annabelle?" He said. He was mad at me. He never calls me by 'Annabelle' unless it's serious.

"Yes. Your right." I said.

"You have to tell him."

"Now?"

"Now."

"What if I don't....?"

"We're through then."

"Jack-"

"No. Stop. Just go tell him. I love you too much. I don't want to loose you to some... Guy with amnesia." He said and hung up. He was rude... But I knew I would be too if I were in his shoes. I walked back inside and grabbed my High School Yearbook. I sat on the couch and handed it to Cam. "Is this our yearbook???" He asked. I nodded.

I flipped the page to the prom king and queen page in the prom section. "That's us!" He said pointing at the picture. I nodded. "Do you remember what happened the day after?" I asked.

"No, but I would think I went out and celebrated with friends." He said.

I nodded. "You did." I said. "And you got drunk.... And you cheated on me."

"Oh." He said, speechless.

"With this girl named Emma."

"Wait.... But I was looking through some texts and saw that I still keep contact with her...."

I stayed silent.

"I shouldn't have said that huh?" He asked I shrugged. "Sorry." He apologized.

"It's fine." I said. "I just wanted you to know." He nodded.

"I'm gonna go take a bath. Maybe you should take a nap, and sleep on it."

"I'll go on a walk. I think better on walks with fresh air." He said standing up.

"Alright." I said. And before I knew it, he was out the door.