cameras and memories | dream

017 ; wait- what now?

It had been a couple days since the fight, Brie tells me Clay was suspended and the football team were temporarily removed from the team for the time being.

I still hadn't gotten the good photo yet, with me just lounging around in bed for the past few days. I guess I better just go to the last place where I genuinely laughed. That stupid cave.

"Hey Ave" I jog down the stairs, drying my hair with a towel. "Yeah?" she looked up from the sofa "Can I use the car? I'll be a couple of hours..." I ask her and she thinks about it before nodding "sure, put gas in it i don't want it to die on the way to the office tonight, just be back before 9" she smiles and I smile back "thank you." I say grabbing the keys off her hands.

I jog back upstairs to finish off my hair and pack my bag, inside my bag I had my camera, clay's camera, my photography book and my laptop. So I best not lose the fucking thing.

I get in the car, placing the key in the ignition and turning it on. I place the bag in the passenger chair making sure not to toss it or break anything in there.

The car ride was relaxing, I was actually surprised I remembered the directions. I turn the radio up and connect my phone to the speaker and play my songs. The first song playing was Spread Thin by Mariah the Scientist, I hadn't listened to this song much but I added it because it was unique? I dont know.

I arrive at the beach, grabbing the backpack and putting it on my back before locking the car and running off towards the cave. Once again no one else was here so I had it to myself.

The sun shone in the same place it did the last time I was here so I decided to make my way there and sit in the only warm spot of the cave. I open the bag, looking at the stuff inside and deciding on grabbing  my camera, getting a picture of this place before it turned dark but then I remembered Clay's camera.

I wonder why he gave it to me, it definitely wasn't to use it since I had my own camera. I go back to his previous taken photos, the cave, the beach, our school? 

Then it was a black photo then it was a photo of me, when I ran off in the dark without him how the fuck did that catch me. Then it was me again but sitting at my desk, writing something into my book, another one was me asleep in my bed? weird but I assume it must have been when he dropped me off that one time.

I continued to look through the photos of me and they were genuinely good. Like instagram-worthy not that I'd post these photos on there but if it mattered for me to be famous I guess I'd post them.

Clay had been taking photos of me when I wasn't paying attention, maybe he lent me his camera so I could get the photos? How the fuck was I suppose to know.

I had so many questions for him, to ask him. But I didn't want to see him right now, especially not after his angry state the other day.

An hour passed and I pulled out my book, envisioning the cave I grab my pen out and begin to summarise the photo.

it's sad, the person who caused the bad memory also caused the good. 

No. I tear out the page and put it in my bag.

this cave is the last time i remember laughing at someone who genuinely made me happy.

ew no gross.

"oh shit im sorry no one is usually here" someone says, I turn my head to see who it was but they had left already. I get up chasing after them, then I realised who it is. "Clay" I yell to him, he had already made it back to his car which was quick considering that it was sort of a long walk.

He spun around and a smile immediately formed on his face, a smile that no one had ever seen but me. He runs towards me, laughing "hey" he says acting as if everything was alright. He stands infront of me and I raise my hand immediately slapping it across his face "get in a fight you can't finish again and i'll never call your name out ever again." I say to him and he nods with a grin "yes ma'am" he laughs.

"Now get that grin off your face and help me." I grab his hand and drag him to the cave "what? with what?" he asks "guess who finally found a good memory." I say sarcastically and he gasps as I let go of his hand and sit down next to my bag as he stands behind me, kneeling down.

"meeee" I say excitedly grabbing my camera and showing him the photo of the cave, he gently grabs the camera off me and smiles whilst looking at the photo "it's hideous" he laughs out to me, I turn back to him gently pushing him back and he falls on his ass "im kididng im kidding." he says and I roll my eyes.

"just the summary now right?" he asks "and then we put it on a board." I smile to him "amazing, its ironic that both your memories revolve around me." he smirks "its ironic that i might just beat you worse than that football team." I mumble "oh really?" he cocks an eyebrow "yes" I huff and he laughs.

I noticed that he had a black eyes, it was pretty noticable so I dont know how I missed it the first time.

"how did you know the directions? we've been here twice and one time was in the dark." he asks me sitting down beside me in the sand "no idea." i laugh and he smiles. "wait how did you get here?" he says looking around "you didn't walk did you?" he asks "why would i do that to myself." I gently nudge him and he laughs "right, im guessing the car is your sisters." he mumbles.

"how do you know?" i say turning to look at him as he hands me back the camera "assumption" he shrugs.

We sat in silence and for once the silence wasn't filled with tension, or awkwardness... it was filled with comfort. Then I start to feel that weird feeling again, the one where my stomach turns and shit, i hate it. I try to push the feeling down but I almost choke on my own saliva.

"woah you ok?" he says patting my back and I nod "i dont know what the fuck happened" i laugh as does he.

"wait clay, why did you give me your camera?" I ask him "it's complicated." he sighs "does it include what happened in Mr Lively's office." I ask him looking through the gap that the sun shone through.

"a little" he sighs "what was that about?" I turn to look at him once again and his cheeks go red. "w-what the office?" he says turning to look back at me and looking at my lips for a split second before my eyes, i think i know what this is about.

"if you're going to kiss me to prove it, sanitise your lips." as the words slip out of my mouth he laughs "you know what its about then." he looks back at the water. fuck it.

My hand lands on his cheek, he turns to face me and I smash my lips onto his. There's that fucking feeling that won't leave again but its more prominent than anything else, rather than turning my stomach has butterflies.

Our lips locked, and Clay grins into the kiss. I think he had been waiting for me to do this for a while. I then pull away from him, wiping my lips immediately and his grin immediately disappears "what's that for?" "the secret std's crawling in your mouth, time to go drink salt water." I stand up dusting my ass off and attempting to run off towards the water but failing when Clay grabs my hand and pull me to the floor again, this time smashing his lips on mine.

I fall onto him and he falls onto his back and giggles a little bit, his hands are placed on my hips and my arms fling around his neck in a non-violent way.

We pull apart once again and he wipes his lips "what was that for?" I laugh "for all your nasty ex-boyfriends" he says pretending to be sick and I gently hit his chest "I hate you" I laugh rolling off of him.

"I hate you too" he says smiling at me.