Runaway Love

Chapter 16: Do Dreams Come True?

"Thanks for the...wild night, Kendra." I said, as the cab dropped me off at my house. She laughed crazily, while rolling her side window up and down, like it was a game. Through the whole car ride, she made the driver blast rock music and forced me to sing along. Then, at every stop light, she would climb out of her seat and start dancing on the roof of the car. People consistently honked there horns at us, when we wouldn't move. It was 'unsafe' to move while a passenger wasn't in her seat. I can definitely say it was one of the most embarrassing things ever. Oh, but it gets worse. She started shrieking at the top of her lungs and ranting for no apparent reason. There was a spider outside her car window and next thing you know, Kendra has a whole speech why spiders aren't necessary, and she screams the whole thing. When I tried to tell her to quiet down, she would talk louder. It was absolute torture, but the worst part was, she wasn't even that drunk. I mean, yes, she drank a little. Yes, it was enough to call a cab and not let her drive, but it wasn't enough to make her go insane! Kendra must be a really light drinker...

As I entered the house, Cameron was awkwardly sitting on the couch chair in the dark. It made me jump at first, until I realized it was him. He didn't say anything, but I could hear his breath.

"Cameron...what are you doing?" I asked, walking towards him. He didn't answer, so I put my hand on his shoulder. Suddenly, he started screaming, which made me scream, which made us screaming in unison. Eventually, we both grew quiet and just stared at each other.

"Why did you scream?" Cameron finally said.

"Why did you scream?" Cameron stood up and flicked on the living room lights. He kept his distance on the opposite side of the room. Was there some sort of hidden message in that?

"I was sleeping, someone put there hand on me, what did you expect me to do?" He answered, sounding on edge. He didn't sound angry or sad, just tense.

I wonder what's wrong...

Cameron

I realized something when Blaise was out with Kendra.

I was scrolling through my phones camera roll, or as I like to call it Cameron Roll...get it? Camera, Cameron?...anyways, I came upon all these pictures of girls I used to think were sexy or hot, but now, they're not even the slightest bit attractive. Then, I saw this picture of a beautiful brunette girl with brown eyes and the prettiest smile I have ever seen...that gorgeous brunette was Blaise. How can you not be totally star struck at a girl like her? Screw all those models in polka dot bikinis, the only girl I wanted was Blaise.

I decided that maybe change is good. Maybe having a girlfriend would be better than the heartbreak life. Why was I so scared of commitment anyway? I understand how awful it would be to break her heart, but she's mentioned she's willing to take the risk, so why can't I be ready, too?

What's the worst that could happen?

Oh...yeah. I break her heart, she hates my guts, she never talks to me again, she moves out, I'm lonely, I miss her, but she won't take me back. That's the worst that could happen. Or she could smash a ukulele on my head, like this video I once watched. Except that was during a marriage proposal and I'm pretty sure I don't have any ukulele's hanging around. I better check just in case.

"Blaise..." I stated, hoping she would come closer. Or I could go closer, that would work too, I guess.

"Cameron..." She mocked, only stepping one step forward. Mental sigh. I'm already nervous as is, never mind standing in kissing distance. I might throw up.

I slowly nudged my way towards where she was standing, until I was standing in front of her.

"I need you to listen to me." I calmly said, taking deep breaths.