11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story

Twenty

Cameron

Silence. That's all there is. Complete and utter silence.
The house is empty, other than Bonnie and I, and we're sharing the couch in the living room. Neither of us is speaking, just staring at the shitty music videos playing on MTV.
"So..." Bonnie breaks the silence.
I chuckle, "Don't, I fuckin' hate it when people say that."
"Sorry." She stifles a laugh too, "But seriously, what do you actually want to do?"
My plan from a while back was never to 'date' Bonnie. It was never what I wanted, having still not moved on from Bella. And I planned to play her. I had worked out every step, action and consequence that could possibly happen, and fit it all into one big lie. But I can't do it. I physically cannot ruin her.
"I don't mind. Let's just talk, hm?" I reply.
Bonnie flicks a few loose strands of hair behind her ears, "Uh, well, I feel like I know a lot about you...and you don't know much about me."
"True. Go ahead then, tell me more." A small and unintentional smile tugs at my lips, and I cooly manage to push it away.
Her shoulders drop and she leans back in the seat, relaxing, "Well, I moved from Australia earlier this year to get away from my family."
I nod slightly, showing her I want her to continue.
"And, uh, my dad was a bit emotionally abusive. He used to always put me down in anything I did. I was a little nerd in school, you see." She chuckles, "He told me I'd never make it big, and moving away would only make my chances of having a good life slimmer. But, hey, he's gone. Life's already better without him."
For the first time in so long, I feel sympathy. The look on her face, and the trust she has in me for saying this, actually makes me feel bad.
"You're so happy with yourself and I admire you so much for that, you know. I wish I could be strong like that. You and I have both been through so much, but at least you've got a good reason to ever feel like shit..." I frown at myself.
Bonnie taps my shoulder in a friendly manner, "Hey, no, don't say that. If anything, you're so much stronger than me. You've pulled through all this time with the memories of the girl you loved dying. Cameron, you can be tough. You can get through this without isolating yourself from all your friends and family that try to help you. We're here for you. We might not understand what you're going through, but I know damn well I'll do anything I can to make you happy. Because, well, because I really like you. I want you to be happy."
I look up at her. Her eyes look slightly teary and a little red, almost like she's about to cry. That's when it just happens. Emotions overwhelm me and I'm just sucked into this whirlpool of adrenaline.
And I did it.
With my lips moving perfectly in sync with hers, I cup Bonnie's face in my hands and pull her closer to me so I can kiss her more passionately. She tilts her head a few degrees to the side as she snakes her arms around my neck to hold me in my position.
In the excitement of the moment, my hand slips from her face and down her torso. Bonnie lets out a gasp and pulls away, gawking at me with crimson cheeks.
"Sorry," I say nervously, "Probably shouldn't have done that..."
She grabs my hands and drags me towards the stairs, leading me up one by one as she peels off my jacket, "Don't be stupid. We need to take this somewhere more private."
From there, I'll leave you with your own imagination.