11:11 | Cameron Boyce Story

Twenty One

Bonnie

Holy shit.
You know, I always imagined when I was younger that my 'first time' would be magical; rose petals, warmth, everything just falling perfectly into place as I kissed the guy I loved with passion. With Cameron, it was quite the opposite of my ideal situation.
His aggressive and slightly forceful demeanor definitely shows through in the bedroom. Losing my virginity to Cameron meant that our romantic exchange consisted of less romance and more rough and heated action. Nevertheless, I couldn't have dreamt it to be any better.

With a sigh, I roll over to my side, only to see Cameron lying beside me, his arms resting behind his head as he sleeps peacefully. I chuckle softly, planting a kiss on his lips and placing my head on his chest.
He wakes up after a few minutes of me tangling my fingers through his curly hair, flashing me a cheesy grin, "Morning."
"Good morning. My mum and sister are out, we have the day to do whatever." I say, letting him peck my forehead softly.
Cameron lets out a small groan, wrapping his arms around my waist, "Hm, I'll do whatever you wanna do."
I think for a while, before looking up at him and smiling innocently, "Well, I was think that we could maybe fix some things."
"What do you mean?" He frowns.
"I want you to redeem yourself," I tell him, sitting up and pulling him up with me, "If I come with you, I want you to go from door to door and apologize to everyone you ever hurt."
While raising an eyebrow, he chuckles, "Right, then after it I'm guessing you want me to grow wings and show you my angel form?"
I roll my eyes at him, "Not that, but I'd like you to quit drinking and smoking. I know it will take a bit of time, but I'll be here to help and support you."
Cameron pulls on a shirt and drags me out of bed, "Hurry up and put some clothes on, we've got a long day of forgiveness ahead of us."

***

After heading over to Peyton's place to talk to her and the other cast members about how Cameron felt and how he wanted to start over with them, we make our way to his house.
His mother answers the door and sits us both down on the couch. Victor, his father, and Maya, his sister, sit opposite us, waiting for Cameron to speak.
He pauses before beginning, "You've all seen better than anyone that Isabella's death really screwed me up in the head. I abused so many things and so many people, including you guys, my family. Now that I have Bonnie, she's helped me to realize that I made a ton of mistakes that I can't erase, but mistakes that I can learn and move on from. There are some things you just can't forget, Isabella is one of them, but you have to learn to move on with life, because that's what she would've wanted me to do eventually. For everything I've done, I'm sorry. I really hope you can all forgive me."
Within seconds, Libby bursts into tears, grabbing Cameron by the shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug. Maya and Victor are quick to follow, wrapping their arms around him and telling him how much they love him. I sit back and watch them, smiling like an idiot.

It takes a while before we eventually leave Cameron's family home, but when we do, he leads me somewhere that's oddly familiar.
The neighborhood I'm taken to is dark and desolate, reminding me of the time I found Cameron in the street fight for the drugs. It's only then that I realize the shadowed alleyway we pass was the place he broke that boy's nose. It was the place I thought he would kill me.
I grip onto his hand tighter, letting him guide me through a creaky gate and into the front yard of someone's pretty disgusting-looking house.
Cameron knocks on the door hesitantly and we wait together for an answer. 
As the door opened, a tall blonde haired boy answered. He appeared to be about a year older than us, maximum, and his light curls fell nicely over his bright green eyes. At the sight of Cameron, he laughed, "What can I get you now? More shit? Or will you smash my face in again like you did last time?"
My eyes widen. It's him, the boy from the fight.
Cameron sighs, "No, I'm done with that now, you can forget the deal we had. I came here to apologize. You saved Bella's life when I didn't even realize she was gone. I abused you. I took having you there for me for granted and I regret it. I'm sorry. I'm so god damn sorry for turning you into a bad influence."
The blondie looks over at me with a smile, "Good job, you fixed him. You did exactly what she wanted, thank you."
I smile back but frown, confused as to what he means.
Cameron turns to me and pecks my cheek, "This is Evan. He's a good friend of mine."
I nod slowly, feeling slightly awkward as both boys are fairly good looking.
"But anyway," Evan picks up on what he said before, "I do forgive you, Cameron. I believe that you're a better person, and I know that Bella will be proud of you for carrying on with a good life."
The boys chuckle and hug it out, before Evan heads back inside and Cameron and I are left alone on the door step.
He turns to me as Evan shuts the door, "Hey, watch this."
I nod and keep my eyes on him, watching him toss the packets of cigarettes he had in his pocket into the dirty pond beside us in the front yard.
He takes my hand again and gently kisses my knuckles, "They're gone, and they're never coming back. It's time for a fresh start, Thompson. I want you to be there every step of the way."