11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story

Two

Bonnie

Peyton texted me at 10 this morning asking if I wanted to go over to her place with the rest of the cast, call it a team building day. I agreed, purely because I wanted to know more about Cameron.
I stayed up late last night stalking, sorry, searching his social media for anything that would tell me why he's so quiet but he rarely ever posts anything very personal.
After checking my phone one more time, I throw on my hoodie and slide down the hand rail downstairs.
"Try not to break any bones, Bon." My mum laughs, feeding my little sister, Lila.
I try to put on my shoes whilst brushing my hair but end up tangling it in the underneath of my curls. Lila giggles at me when I struggle to pull it out. Pretending to be mad at her, I go into the kitchen and kiss her forehead.
Sneakily, I steal a strawberry from mum's fruit salad, "I'm heading off to my friend Peyton's today to meet with the cast. I should be back around 4."
"See you whenever, have fun!"
I jog outside and open my car, sliding into the driver's seat and starting the ignition. Luckily I've been living in America just long enough to have my license, otherwise I'd have to take all my lessons again.
Peyton's house is only 10 minutes from mine so I make it there by about 12pm. I park my car just outside the front of their house. It's gorgeous, a typical Californian home surrounded by large electric gates.
I press the button and speak into the little walkie-talkie thing, "Hey, it's Bonnie."
"Hi! I'll just open the gates now!" Peyton says cheerfully and within seconds I'm let into their home.
The first room I enter is a huge hallway. Everyone's shoes are lined up neatly by the door. I take off my Vans and place them next to someone's pair of Adidas sneakers, then I make my way into the living room.
Skai and Karan are sitting together on the couch and Cameron is perched on the end of the armchair. He looks really uncomfortable.
"Hey, Bonnie! We were just about to go out to the pool. You wanna join?" Skai asks me.
I grin and nod back at her, "Sure, I'll be out in a second. Don't wait up."
"I'll just grab you a swimsuit." Peyton smiles, running up to her room.
Cameron gets up and moves to the couch. He's facing me now, and he looks me straight in the eyes, "What do you want to know?"
"Nothing," I lie to him, "I just wanted to talk to you."
He pulls his sleeves over his hands, "I'm not dumb; new girl on set, meets this creepy boy who never speaks to anyone. I get it, you think I'm weird, don't you?"
I smile. I like this one, he's interesting, "Weird would be the wrong word. You're different."
He walks away, chuckling to himself, "You don't know the half of it."

***
Cameron

I leave Bonnie in the living room and sit down on the chair swing by the pool.
"Cam? You coming in?" Karan asks.
Don't call me Cam.
"I'm good, thanks." I say, getting out my phone and logging onto Instagram. I open the search bar and type 'Isabella'. Her beautiful face flashes up as the first result. Shaking, I tap on her name and scroll through the photos.
27 weeks ago. The last time I felt her touch.
23 weeks ago. The last time I heard her voice.
20 weeks ago. The last time I saw her face.
Everyone around me tells me to move on, she's not with me anymore, and there's nothing I can do about it. But I can't. I never will.
There's a sudden splash of water and I'm snapped out of my thoughts. I look up and see Bonnie swimming lengths with Skai. They all get on so well. I'm jealous.
"Thompson." I say, and her head pops up out of the water, "Can I talk to you?"
Peyton looks at Karan and Karan looks at Skai. They're in shock I asked to talk to someone.
Bonnie pushes herself up against the pool wall and walks towards me, "Yeah, I'm here."
I know exactly what I want to say, but I struggle so much to get the words out, "I...um...I - forget it. It doesn't matter." I shake my head in embarrassment as she walks away and jumps back into the pool.
This is what you've done to me, Bella, I can't even talk to people anymore.
I call out and they stop swimming, "Peyton."
"Yeah?" She smiles.
"I'm gonna go now. Bye." I get up and pull my hood over my head, running out of the yard and into the hallway.
I grab my Adidas sneakers and shove them on my feet, sprinting away to my car and knocking a par of Vans out of place on my way.
My father told me not to drive anywhere, he says I'm in 'too much of a bad state'. I don't care. Maybe if I did crash it would put me out of my misery.
Carelessly, I speed down all of the roads until I reach my house. On the way into the driveway I scrape the wall a little.
"Shit." I think, getting out and checking the side of my car. There's a large and unfixable scratch along the door. Great.
No one's home, so I go inside through the garage and grab a bottle of vodka on the way. The taste of it is calming. It stops my anger for once.
This is what I've resulted to. Drowning my sorrows in alcohol, hoping that one day I'll finally give up. Finally give up and see my baby again.