"Do you wanna go meet everyone?" Lia asked, throwing her suitcase to the floor, after she finished putting her clothes in the one bureau we girls had to share.
By the screaming and yelling Beyond the curtains in the living room, I could tell that just about everyone was here.
"Ah, sure." I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to walk into the rowdy crowd.
She took my hand, and walked us though the many curtains.
We appeared into the living room, my eye sight full of nothing but hot, young boys.
Everyone turned their head towards us. My face instantly got hot.
"Lia!" A young boy, quite muscular, shouted getting up from the couch and opening his hands for hug.
"Shawn!" She yelled back. Patting him on the shoulder, separating from each other.
"Annie, this is Shawn."
His eyes scanned my body up and down.
" wow, you're beautiful." He smiled, going in for another hug.
The boy sitting next to Shawn on the couch, stood up and introduced himself.
"Damn, Shawn is right."His eyes went up and down my body.
"Jack, call me Gilinsky , by the way." His firm hand shook my mine.
"Nash." His bright blue eyes, caught me off guard.
"Hayes, Nash's brother."
"Jack Johnson, call me Johnson."
"Skate, and damn baby girl you are something." He slicked his lip, making me feel uncomfortable.
"Lia." I faked smiled.
"Andrea!" She hugged me, smelling like fresh picked roses.
There was still one left that had yet introduced himself.
"Cameron, dude." Shawn hit his shoulder, he continued to stare at his phone.
"What?" He spoke back, actually looking up his time.
"Are you gonna say hi, or continue to be a dough bag?" He mumbled loud enough for Cameron to hear, but loud enough for everyone else to, too.
"Who is she? I've never seen her on Twitter or anything before? She shouldn't even be on tour." He looked me in the eyes.
Goosebumps arose upon my skin.
I stood off to the side, with Lia.
I looked at her, giving her a sign of what I should do next.
"Really man? Shut up." Shawn's stern voice went through my ear.
"Don't worry about him. He's like that to everyone." He smiled, finishing his sentence.
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Bad Boy, Good Girl || Cameron Dallas
Fanfiction"What is that suppose to mean?" His drunken breath skimmed my nostril. "It means, I love you, you idiot. But you're to hard to love. You let no one in and it's impossible to love someone who doesn't want to be loved."
