- Day's POV -
I got dressed and texted Pey.
Day: hey
Peyyy: hey
Day: hey
Peyyy: um hey?
Day: Hey
Peyy: whats wrong with u?
Day: nothing
Peyyy: lies lies
Day: ..
I turned my phone off and Cam walked back into my room.
"Well, somebody dressed themselves without me!" Cam gasped.
"What did you want? A prostitute?" I rolled my eyes.
"Maybe," Cam winked.
"Gosh, you're such a twelve-year old." I stuck my tongue out at him.
"No, I'm not!" He pouted, pulling me to him.
"Fine, you're a manly man." Once again, I rolled my eyes.
"Nuh, uh!" Cam pouted.
I smiled, and leaned in, but he leaned away.
"Uh, uh, uh," Cam shook his head. "No funny business."
I giggled, "Just shut up and kiss me, you fool."
Cam's eyes widened in surprise at what I said.
I gasped. "I-I'm s-sorry! I-It, uh, c-came out wrong. Y-You can f-forget th-that n-n-now, p-please."
I was twisting out of Cam's arms when he pulled me in and kissed my forehead.
"Don't be nervous around me, Day." He sighed.
"But, I didn't mean what I said, I-" I looked at Cam and he looked away. "No, n-no. Not like that. I menat what I said. Not r-really, b-but. Oh, C-Cameron."
I stood up and left.
I walked into the restroom and looked at the condom wrapper in the trashcan. Oh man, oh man, oh man. Maybe last night was a mistake. What did I do? I ruined everything between us. I can barely speak to him without stuttering, can he tell that I'm scared? Because I am, maybe a little scared of him, but mostly scared of me.
I sighed. "God, what now?" I cried out. I washed my face and looked at my outfit. My clothes and attitude had become bright and smiley ever since Cam asked me out on that date.
It was time to go back to normal.
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I changed into black leather jeans, combat boots, and an off shoulder black crop top.
I applied some red lipstick and heavy black eyeliner.
"Day?" Cam stared at me when I walked out.
"Yes?" I smirked. I was back to normal, no more stutters, no more nice guy, no more colors.
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Always the Bestfriend, Never the Boyfriend (Cameron Dallas)
Teen Fiction"This is my girlf—" I paused giving Day a look, the expression on my face turned blank. "This is my bestfriend." ---------------------------------------------- "Cameron," Day said, giving me a cold, hard glare. "You're my bestfriend, not my boyfrien...
