Life Support

Chapter 9...

Cameron's POV

Over the course of the last 2 weeks, I've managed to get my ass up of the couch. Despite my depressed state, I'm still an adult and I still have things to tend to, and I don't need to be sulking on the couch any longer.

The last couple of weeks I've handled getting a new house, Khloe getting into a daycare, getting my casts off and going to physical therapy.

The worst was filing divorce papers.

My new house is beautiful. It's totally me.
A modern home. Crystal white. See through stairs. Bamboo trees outside. Windows everywhere. I love the sunlight. See through showers. Vivid white couches. Huge kitchen, I'm in love with my house.

Stepping out of my front door, heading to check the mail I began to look around my peaceful neighborhood.

Khloe's daycare is right down the road.
Palm trees everywhere, kids outside running around playing on their bikes. Everyone's yards are so green. This neighborhood is gorgeous.

I could get used to this, but

I have to go back to my job tomorrow.

I'm heading to the Phi Phi Islands!

It's gorgeous!

My job is being a travel advisor. They send me out for free just to review their hotels, food, culture, anything!

For free!

Since everyone know's who "Cameron Dallas" is of course they'd want me to be anyone's travel advisor!

Sometimes Khloe comes with me for a "family advise."

But, she's not coming this time.

It's strictly adults that visit there.

I will be leaving at 1 in the morning and arriving there at 5 tomorrow.

The Phi Phi Island's are 8,500 miles away! That's ridiculous.

I come back inside after getting lost in my thoughts, beginning to walk up the stairs and into my room.

My room is huge! The view is crazy! Windows showing everything. My huge bed! I miss sharing one. But not knowing who I was sharing one with.

I walk to my closet and get my LV suitcase, I will be packing for 3 days.

I grab my khaki shorts a polo and some flip flops.

I pass by my old attire. The vans and skinny jeans days, van shirts, and tank tops.

Man those were the days, but now I'm 23 but look at least 20, with a child. But that doesn't mean I have to dress like a old man? Screw the khakis and polo and flip flops!

I grab for my matte burgundy shorts, and grey tank, and some short vans.
The rest of the days I dressed similar.

I have to remember I am a single man now.

I can't dress like I don't care anymore.

Those days are over!

I leave my room, heading directly for Khloe's room. It's the cutest!

She loves the princess's

She has a princess bed, and before I come in her room I have to ask permission and if she says "yes", I have to bow before coming in.

Her room is pink and purple. Princess's are everywhere. I legit step on 3 dolls before reaching her bed.

I kiss her goodnight and tell her that NeNe (my mother) with be getting her tomorrow because I'm leaving on my trip, and how I will miss her.