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𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐓, lost in his thoughts. He didn't know why he felt like this, it was driving him insane. He had never really felt what he felt before, not at this extent. It was making him upset.
"Baby, come here !" He heard your voice yell out for him from your room. "I'm coming !" He yelled back, standing up from the couch and making his way to your room. He opened the door to your room, looking at you and wondering what you needed. "What is it?" He questioned, watching as you fixed up your outfit.
"Do I look good?" You asked him, turning to him. He then remembered that you two were going out today, it had slipped his mind. "Yeah, baby, you look fine as hell." He told you, walking to you and wrapping his arms around your body.
He tried his best to hide his feelings, but he was annoyed with himself for thinking too much about the events that took place two days ago.
Camrin was sat on the studio couch, with you next to him. He was laughing and joking around with his friends, until they made a joke that he shouldn't have taken seriously but did.
It was just some nicknames targetting his weight. It was a joke, completely harmless, but for some reason he was in his feelings about it. He was stuck on it, for two days straight. It didn't make things better that you failed to defend him. He wished you did, it would have made him feel better. He couldn't really blame you as you were focused on your phone, but he wished you noticed.
"Cam, you good?" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. "Yeah.." He said, lying to your face. He wanted to tell you, but he just couldn't, the words refused to come out. "You sure?" You asked him, growing worried, he never acted like this. He stayed silent, not knowing how to respond.
You sat him down on your bed, sitting next to him. "Camrin, what happened? And dont lie this time." You told him, wanting to know what was going on. You hated to see him upset, and if you were the cause of his sadness, you wanted to know so you could fix it.
"Nothin', just...Am I fat?" He asked, turning his head to look at you. His sudden question caught you off guard, "No, I don't. Why?" You questioned, looking at him, an empathetic look on your face. He shrugged his shoulders, "Ion know, everybody jus' be sayin' I'm fat." He mumbled, his tone a sad one. It broke your heart to see him like this.
"It aint true, baby. You're perfect to me, Ion give a fuck what they say." You told him, being completely honest and genuine. He felt slightly better from your words, reassurance went a long way for him. But he still had things on his mind. It was silent for a few, before he broke it.
"Why didnt you defend me?" He questioned, still upset. "What do you mean?" You asked him, as the situation that happened two days ago was still unknown to you. He shook his head, he was right you weren't paying attention when it happened. "Remember when we was hanging out with the gang two days ago? We was talkin' n shi...they was just joking but I dont know.." He spoke, mumbling the last sentence. He didn't know how to explain. You understood though, "Baby, you aint fat at all. You so perfect to me. They just be on dick, y'know." Your words comforted him, it made him feel better. "I love you." You told him once you saw the smile on his face.
"I love you too, mami." He said, pecking your lips, and burying his face into your neck. "Thank you." He mumbled, his hands roaming your body.
"You ready, now?" You asked him, as he nodded his head before standing up and taking your hand in his. After you guys grabbed all your personal belongings, he led you to his car, opening the door for you. You smiled at him as he walked over to the drivers side, getting in. He started the car up, his hand reaching for yours.
He was so grateful to have you in his life, you were always willing to help him in any way, he appreciated that a lot. He appreciated you more than he ever thought he would. He knew he would love you forever, and he could tell you would too.
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A/N: short chapter cus im lazy. its been in my drafts for a hot min
