Help Me ~ c.d

1.3

| Alia |

"I'm gonna drop you off with the boys early." Cameron says, spinning the wheel of my dad's really old truck. Mom lent us the keys to it for the day.

"Why?" I ask, curios. He's been acting different since we left the graveyard.

"I've got some stuff to do. It would be boring for you so you can just go have fun with them." He replies, having planned for me to ask that question. I can tell.

"Actually, turn right here." I say, a change in the plans. Cameron furrows his brow and does as I said.

"Where are we going?" He asks, wary.

"I'd like to see an old friend." I smile. He nods.

He follows my directions and finally we arrive at the house. I take a deep breath, it feels like forever since I've seen this house.

"Want me to walk you up?" Cameron asks, unlocking the doors. I shake my head.

"You can go do your errands. I just wanna catch up with her." I say. He nods and jumps out of the car. Before I can open the door, he does it himself. I step out and he slams the door shut.

"You sure everything's okay?" He asks, leaning against the truck. I nod.

"Positive." I kiss his cheek and walk up to the door. I turn to see him starting the truck. He watches me closely, always so concerned. I can't help but wonder what he was talking to my father's grave about. I raise my hand to knock on the door but suddenly there is no door and only the smiling face of my best friend.

"Alia." she whispers, in shock, the same huge smile spread from ear to ear.

"Mallory." I breathe, feeling myself show the same expression.

And then we wrap our arms around each other as tight as possible. I hear the truck sputter away as I bury my face in her neck and try to hold back the tears of joy. I can tell she's doing the same.

We pull away from the hug and she smiles widely at me. "Oh dear, please come inside." She invites me. I step inside and Mallory closes the door behind me. I hear a faint dog bark from behind the small house.

I remember her getting this place and then the dog. I helped her pick each out. Those were the days.

"I just finished baking some banana bread, want some?" She asks, disrupting me from the thoughts in my head.

I look at the pan on the counter before answering. "Sounds wonderful."

She dishes us up a piece each and places them at two spots at the small table. I sit down and take a bite. Of course they taste amazing- she always was the best at cooking.

"This is great, Mal!" I giggle. She blushes.

"Aw, stop it." She hides her face.

"Oh my gosh remember when we tried making a cake for your mom's birthday and we messed it up and made the kitchen a mess." I don't know how but from that super long sentence struck up the longest conversation with a girl I have had in a long time.

We brought up all of our memories and laughed at our stories. We told stories from after I had left and gushed over each of our boyfriends. I told her all about my struggles from the past almost three years. ( a/n: let's just say Cameron is now 22 and Alia is 21 okay sorry). And she told me hers.

Everything that we could say, we did say.

| Cameron |

I stare down at the expensive diamonds all over the store in glass cases. As if there were to ever be a robbery in a friendly town like this. The nice blond lady helping me seems much too eager to make friends with me but I'm here to pick out the one thing that can change my life forever.

She lists many names of different diamond cuts and ways to make the ring look better. It all seems so expensive. With the fancy lights shining in each ring I swear I could go blind from the reflecting light.

As I peruse the entire store my eyes land on one ring. I know it's the ring I want for her. It has to be.

I whip out my phone to ask Alia's mother what size ring Alia would wear. Mrs. Manson is almost too stoked for me to propose. I hardly had to speak before she interrupted me with an answer.

"Please love her entirely for the rest of your lives." She had said.

To: mrs. Manson
What size ring should I get?

The answer was almost immediate.

From: mrs.manson
6, send pictures first!

To: mrs. Manson
You can see it once I have it ;)

I put my phone away and ask the lady the price. It's pricey but I tell her I'll take it. She gets me the correct size and shows it to me.

"Are you sure this is the one?" She asks. I can't tell if she's referring to the ring or the wonderful woman I'll be marrying. Either way, I nod.

"It's perfect."

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A/n: oh lord this is short but I wanted to update so yeah

I'll get working on the next chapter right now