Summer Went Away | Cam Cameron (2)

Reality

I woke up feeling Cameron's body under mine. He refused to let me sleep directly on the hard floor so I am surrounded by his love with his arms wrapped securely around me.

He loves you, I reminded myself. So much has happened in the few hours that we've been here.

None of this feels real.

I carefully sat up and looked around, trying to ground myself for the day. Jeremiah was already up, and Taylor and Stevie were almost more cuddled up than me and my boyfriend were.

"What the hell is going on here?! What are you doing out here," I heard a way too familiar voice yell.

Cameron shot up from his sleep, "Mom, Mom I'm sorry. I was just...I had to...you know how," he tripped over his words.

I turned to look at her, "Hi Denise, please don't be mad at him. It's our fault."

"Emilia?" She asked running over and hugging me lightly. "What are you doing here...Cameron why are you making this poor girl camp out on the grass?"

He put his hands up, "There are eight of us. I just assumed you wouldn't want eight people at the house."

"We would've figured something out for Em, you should know better. But that still doesn't explain to me why she's here.

I rocked back on my toes, "My aunt is trying to sell my mom's house. The house I was supposed to get. The house I grew up in, and I just want to save it. I have to save it, but she took everything and it's just ruined. Please don't be mad at him."

She shook her head, "I'm sorry honey. I'm not mad. Just get this cleaned up and let me know if you need anything.

***

The house sold.

Our fucking house sold and they want to have a stupid party. I couldn't even fight it because everyone wanted to. No one cared about the possibility of legal repercussions, no one cared about people fucking up the house, and no one gave a shit about any of it.

The boys and Belly went to the store and we went to Cameron's house. For only God knows why Skye came with us.

I came upstairs to Cameron's room after talking to his mom and saw Skye sitting on his bed. He was in his chair which was a good sign.

He loves you. I reminded myself. I listened to their conversation like the least trusting person on planet Earth, like the person I was dating Easton

Jesus Emilia, he's the opposite of Easton. You know that.

They were talking about the whaleboat that he told me he didn't get the internship at. But he's telling Skye that he got it, he just didn't take it.

I walked into the room not noticing the tears in my eyes until one fell.

Cameron stood up quickly and wiped my eyes, "Baby girl, what's wrong?"

I shook my head and took a step back, "I thought you didn't get the whaleboat thing. You just told them you didn't take it."

He bit his lip and looked down, "I just didn't know how to tell you."

"So you're lying to me now? That's what's happening?" I asked, my voice was breaking. I'm overreacting, but I am terrified that this isn't me overthinking.

"Skye, can you please get off my bed and go give us a minute?" He asked.

No. I felt the breakup forming. I felt the fight inching up. How the hell do I get out of this?

He took my hands and sat me on his bed, sitting next to me. "Emilia, I love you. Why are you being so defensive?"

My face fell, "You lied to me..."

"Em, you had so much going on. I didn't want you to be disappointed in me."

I shook my head, "Why would I be disappointed in you, Cameron?"

He looked down at his legs. He didn't say anything. I took a deep breath and put my hand on his back, "Please talk to me? Please?"

"Emilia...I didn't want to go because I would miss my mom. And please imagine what it would be like to tell you that."

My heart sank to my chest. I've never felt this way around him ever. I can't believe I am so stupid.

I pulled him into my side and kissed his head softly, "You're allowed to miss your mom Cameron. She's still your mom, Love and you two are so close. It makes sense that you would miss her."

He took a deep breath, "She's been missing Lizzie so much, and Shelby moved out so it's just us. She's so sad."

I rubbed my hand against his arm, "I'm so sorry. I'm not disappointed in you for not going. I'm not mad at you for missing your mom. But it hurts my heart knowing how much you wanted to do this and now you're just not."

He shook his head, "It's okay. I'm happy here with my mom and I'm happy knowing that you are going to be here soon."

I scrunched my nose, "Maybe."

"What do you mean? I'm going to college around here and you're moving to be closer. It's always been the plan."

"Should that be the plan?"

I watched his face fall and he moved his hand from my knee, "What are you saying?"

I bit my lip, "I was always going to stay in the house. That was the plan and now...now that plan is going to shit. So maybe you should go off for college."

"But then where would you go."

I took his hands and squeezed them, "I don't know. Everything is changing and it's so fucked up so I really don't know anything. But I do know that no matter where we go, I'm going to love you and I'm going to fight for us."

He squeezed my hands back and leaned forward to kiss my head, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the boat."

"It's forgive you, I just need you to be honest to me."

He moved his hand and rubbed his thumb on my cheek, "I will be. I know how hard trust is for you I shouldn't have broken it."

"Thank you," I whispered.

He tilted my chin with his fingers and kissed me softly.

I leaned my head on his shoulder pulling him in for a hug. My face was snug in his neck as I played with the curls at the base of his neck. We were close, we were together, we were happy. We could be happy.

AN:// I'm moving into college in a week and taking 19 credit hours. So if updates are slower it's because I'm studying harder than Connie at the beach house