Like You Mean It

23. Hayden

Cam is kissing me. Oh my god, Cam is kissing me. Oh my god, Cam likes me. Oh my god, Cam looks really hot with blue hair. Like super hot. Like oh my god pin me up against the wall and do whatever you want with me hot. And I needed to get myself under control.

"So, are we together for real?" I asked, a little breathless when we pulled apart again.

"Do you want to be?" He asked, looking up at me.

I nodded, "Do you?"

"Hayden, will you be my actual 100% real, not fake boyfriend?" He asked.

"Yes. Definitely. Yes." I nodded and kissed him again, quick but still meaningful.

"Are we done yet? You've kissed like five times already!" Tom shouted, "Making out doesn't count as talking!"

"Yeah!" Cam grinned, "We worked it out!"

"Thank fucking god. Good night, guys." Logan got up.

"Wait, are you not taking him back?" Tom asked.

"His mom told him to not come home until tomorrow, I'm giving the lovebirds an opportunity." Logan grinned.

Cam's face flushed and Tom gagged, "Dude shut up, that's disgusting!" He groaned, "It's already bad enough when you talk about you and Kay, do not bring Cam into it!"

"Hey, Kay usually starts it!" Logan protested.

"Do you want to come back to my place?" Cam asked, his face still red.

"Yeah." I grinned, "But obviously not for..."

"No! Nononono, I did not think that." He quickly said.

"No yeah." I nodded.

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Race you down the slide." I grinned, getting a head start.

"You fucking cheater!" He exclaimed, diving into the other slide as I went down one.

I beat him and he tackled me onto the wood chips. We both laughed.

"Wipe yourselves off before you get in my car, it's worth more than you Cam." Tom rolled his eyes as he started walking.

I got up and gave Cam a hand, "It's not actually, because my chest is designer." Cam grinned, "It's Prada and yours is Walmart."

"What the hell does that even mean?" Tom groaned.

"Yours came pre-made, mine was custom," Cam explained.

Tom groaned, "Oh and my heart is custom too dude. I cost so much more than your car." Cam grinned, "I'm the medically expensive child dude, I cost way more than your car."

God he was so stupid. And so ridiculously hot.

"I hate you, just get in the car." Tom unlocked the car, "Hayden, you can have shotgun."

"Wow, thanks, Tom." I grinned.

"What the fuck? I'm your brother!" Cam exclaimed.

"Yeah, and I like Hayden more right now, so get in the back." Tom rolled his eyes as I sat down in the passenger's seat, "Besides, you are not making out in my fucking car."

"You're so fucking mean to me, Thomas." Cam laid down, exasperated, in the back seat.

"Buckle up," Tom warned him.

Cam flipped him off and pulled the middle seat's buckle across himself. I laughed.

"Don't encourage him." Tom groaned.