"Can we talk about this somewhere more private?" I asked. Santa Monica isn't as crowded as usual is but it's still kinda crowded.
"The only place more private is my place." He held up his keys. "Either you tell me now or we stay here and do stuff then go back to my place. Your choice." He said squeezing my hand softly. You might think he's mad at me but his voice is very reassuring.
I thought about it for a second. If i tell him here it will just make things so much more awkward and then he might not want to be with me anymore. If I tell him at his place we still have to stay her for about two hours and try not to make it awkward. If I tell him at his place then I don't know what he will do to me. If he lives alone he'll probably get mad or something and hurt me and nobody would be there to see. I thought it over for about another minute.
"I'll tell you at your place." I sighed and he smiled. He stared down at me and didn't stop staring until I said something. "Why are you staring at me?" I asked, kind of uncomfortable.
"There's just something about you..." He mocked me from before. I shoved his chest lightly and he chuckled. I giggled and I walked along, dragging him behind me.
"So what next?" He asked.
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•"Cameron let me down!" He was holding me above the water like in the lion king.
"If that's what you want." He smirked and threw me into the water. When I resurfaced I launched at him. I pushed on his chest until he went underwater. I smirked and crossed my arms, waiting for him to appear again.
I felt him grab my ankle and I screamed. I kept myself above water so I was floating on my back and he laughed when he saw me. "Cameron let go of my ankle!" I shouted.
"Make me." I could see the smirk under the moonlight and I smirked right back. I kicked his chest with my other foot and he went flying back underwater. He let go and I smiled.
"Alexa! Alexa help I'm drowning!" He screamed, totally faking it. "Alexa!" He shouted louder.
He came up like a shark attacking the victim and latched onto me. He had his arms around my waist and held me tightly to his chest. If I wasn't having fun I would have realized right away and pushed him off. But he was making me have fun again and at the moment, I didn't have a care in the world.
He buried his head in the crook of my neck and started to fake cry. "I was really scared Alexa." He sobbed. I rested my hands on his back.
"Shh shh it's okay, Cameron. You're safe now." I cooed to him. I tried to hide my giggle at the end but it sneaked out. To other people this probably looked very very strange because it was a about 5'9" guy hunched over a 5'3" girl.
"Are you making fun of me, Alexa?" He spoke suddenly mad. But a fake mad.
"No..." I giggled again as I watched him force his face to look mad.
"You laughed at me while I was in pain!" He screamed. He pounced on me, sending us both under water but he didn't let go. He had his arms wrap around my waist and I felt them tighten. I had my hands clinging on to his shoulders, trying to get out from under him and get some air.
We were under for about 20 seconds and I started kicking and screaming, begging for air. He let us up and I hugged onto his chest. His arms still kept me tight up against him so I was gasping for air as my face was against his chest and my arms made their way around his waist, grabbing on for dear life.
It took me a minute to get my breathing back to normal but even than I was still kind of in shock.
"Can I leave now?" I asked Matt. We were sat in a bubble bath together and it was very very awkward.
"No. You're staying here with me until I say you can leave." He ordered.
"I don't even like bubble baths." I whined. He clenched his jaw and his fists.
"I'm done with you fucking complaining all the time, Alexa!" He got on top of me and pushed me under the water my my shoulders. I screamed and kicked but he didn't let me up.
I didn't have any more air left in my lungs so I stopped screaming and once I stopped kicking he let me up. He held me under for probably about 45 seconds.
I leaned over the side of the tub, not having enough energy to hold myself up. I saw black spots at the corners of my eyes and my head started to droop slightly.
I closed my eyes and listened as Matthew got out of the water. He crouched down to my level and to my head in his hands, making me look at him. "Don't pass out because I'm having sex with you tonight. I want you out and on my bed in 5 minutes, got it? Punishments will happen if you don't." And with that he slapped me and walked away.
"Alexa?" I felt a vibration from under my head. I snapped out of it and realized I was back with Cameron.
"Hmm?" I asked, tightening my grip on him.
"You did it again. You zoned out." He mumbled into my hair. I put my chin on his chest and looked up at him.
"I'm sorry..." I said, taking my eyes off of him and putting my cheek back to his warm chest. It was getting chilly outside considering it was like 10 at night and we were soaking wet. Not to mention we were in like waist deep water so it's not that deep.
"It's okay." He sighed before speaking again. "Are you cold?"
"Very." I answered. He let go of me and I did the same but I grabbed onto myself, trying to keep myself warm. He turned around.
"Jump on." He said, offering a piggy back ride. I accepted and jumped on his back, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. He was so warm and smelled so good. I kept my cheek pressed to his back as he walked back to shore. "Okay." Is all he said as he carefully let me jump down on to the towel.
I shivered as I took the towel and shook it out before drying myself off and putting my clothes back on. "Here take my sweatshirt." Cameron told me.
I gladly took it and put it on. It looked way to big for my body but it was so warm and smelled like him. Am I starting to like this boy? No. I can't.
I looked around. "Somebody stole pebbles!" I told him. Pebbles was a stuffed animal gray bear that he won for me and it was almost bigger than me.
"Shit. Wait no I see him!" Cameron said. He started running after him and I watched and laughed as he tackled the random guy to the ground. I looked off in the distance, about 20 feet and saw a silhouette of a man just looking at me. His body and his frame looked so familiar but not his hair. His hair was kind of shaggy and long but still a nice height.
After about one minute he shook his head and walked away. Strange. "Alexa I'm back!" Cameron yelled and he tackled me with the bear. I screamed and fell to the floor. He laughed and offered his hand up. I gladly took it, not even surprised that afterwards he laced our fingers together. "Some stupid digifest person said he was dared to do it." I froze.
"The.. The um-" i swallowed my spit before I kept talking. "The di-digifest people are here?" I asked, terrified.
I guess he didn't notice because he said, "please tell me you aren't one of those girls that fangirl over them." He begged.
"No I'm not. Can we just umm. Can we please go to your place now." He finally noticed the change of emotions in my voice and nodded nicely. We picked up everything and started walking to his car. He opened the door for me and I got in. He closed it and opened the back door, throwing everything from the day in there. He finally got in the drivers side and started the car.
"My place it is."
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Stockholm Syndrome
FanfictionStockholm syndrome A psychological phenomenon in which hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward their captors, sometimes to the point of defending and identifying with the captors.