"Cameron?" I asked him.
"Yeah it's me" I felt like he wasn't there.It's felt like a dream. It was probably because I hadn't sleep in awhile.
"I thought-" I started to say but he interrupted me.
"You thought I would leave you? I could never leave you. No matter how mad I am" at his words I took a step towards him, He stepped back.
"What?" I said.
"You can't touch me"
"Why not?"
"Because ill have urges and the urges will only get me in trouble. If I touch you alot of things will go wrong" I didn't understand what he was saying.
"What will happen?"
"Ill start loving you again....I just convinced myself that ill get over you soon" my feelings were hurt by his words.
"Cameron" I said. I touched his shoulder.
"Stop" I got closer. He stood still.
I hugged him. his hands were at my lower back.
"Don't fight it" I told him.
"Don't lead me on"
"I won't " I promised him. we stood there hugging and talking. I never wanted to let him go. I had broke his heart. I wasn't going to do that to anyone. Anymore.I woke up with a blanket covering my body. Me and Cameron's conversation was the last thing I remember happening last night.
I walked downstairs. I felt dizzy.
"Hey Hayes"
"Umm I know we're brothers but I'm Nash" I looked at him again.
"Oh yeah" he smiled.
"What's up with you?"
"I feel kinda dizzy but ill be fine"
He smiled at me and gave me a pancake.
"Thanks" I told him.
"It's made with Love" he smiled. I snickered. What a Dork.Hayes was sitting on the couch with someone. my eyes were sore. I didn't know what they were doing.
"Hey" I said.
They quickly looked up at me and stopped what they were doing.
"We're you kissing?" I asked Hayes.
"Sam it's not what you think"
"Really cuz it looks like you were just shoving your tongue down Navy's throat" I yelled at him.
I ran. I didn't know where I was going but I can't believe he just did that to me.
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My Prince Charming
FanfictionI literally live in beautiful football fantasy and that fantasy all started in the 8th grade with my one and only prince charming, Hayes Grier.... Or maybe it's someone else