The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 26 - Sneaking Out

Grounded. Fun right? No. My phone has been taken off me and I'm not aloud out. Fun hey? No. Just no. I'm bored. There's nothing to do and I'm bored out of my mind!

I sit and look around my room for inspiration of something to do. I give up of looking through the cupboards and I sit and look over at my desk. I suddenly notice my laptop. Why didn't I even think of this? I grab my MacBook and login to Skype. He videos calls me. I accept the call and we both smile to each other. We both start laughing, both thinning of yesterday and we don't even need to mention it but we can just look at each other and communicate.
"So embarrassing..." I sigh and laugh nervously.
"Can you come out?" He says changing subject, and he says it with a serious face.
"I'm grounded Cameron. I can't come out, I have my phone taken off me too... I just happened to of found my laptop. Can't stay on long because mom will end up hearing me."
"Awh poor Alana doesn't want to get in any more trouble with mommy or daddy," he says in a baby tone of voice as if he's talking to a baby. I feel myself get a bit angry and tense.
"I'm not a baby so don't talk to me like that, arsehole." He goes serious again.
"Sorry, didn't mean to burst your bubble. Anyway, look, just come out, come on, it'll be worth it." I sit and stare at him on my computer screen. He pleads and begs. He doesn't need to though, I can just look at his gorgeous face and instantly it makes me want to say yes. I spend as much time with him as I can, but yet, I still feel like it's never enough.

I put my laptop away and I put on my grey joggers with a black boxy t-shirt. I go downstairs and say goodnight to mom and dad but they don't hug me as tight, speak as softly, smile as nicely, talk as much or look for long. It's like they're afraid. Afraid of me.

I run back up the stairs silently ready to go into my room but then I see Kylie stood at the top of the landing.
"You've like seriously turned your tables," she says smirking. Her arms are folded and her body weight is on one leg.
"People change Kylie, people change."
"I know that you twit. But going from drinking to getting high? Like woah." She puts her hands up in surrender and then backs up to her room,
"Look who's the badass now. But the only difference between you and me kiddo is that, you get caught, but I don't." With one last wink and she struts back into her room and closing the door behind her. I growl at the spot where she was standing and go back to my room slamming the door behind me with anger.
"Don't slam your door!" Mom screams up the stairs. I roll my eyes and put on my shoes rapidly. I need to get out of here!

I pull open the window and instantly feel the cold breeze from the navy blue sky hit my face. The breeze relaxes me instantly. I push my window closed a bit but making sure there's a small crack left open so I can pull it open on my way back. I slowly slide down the roof making sure to not make a sound and be as light as a feather.

I walk along the pavement smelling the night life. Don't get me wrong I love the day time when you have heat and the sun beating down on your back, but I prefer night. I prefer the night breezes and the stars lighting up the sky. The smell of the cold air travelling up your nose and sending cold shivers down your spine, your hairs spikes and you feel on the edge, and wary; I like it.

"Hey," he whispers as he cups my face with his icy hands.
"Hey," I whisper back, as condensation 'smoke' escapes my mouth mixing our breaths together. He plants a kiss on my lips making me feel warm for the five seconds of the kiss.

He takes hold of my hand and we walk along the pavement together, towards the park ahead. We see Lindsay and his friends sat there and he gets nervous and pulls me the next direction.
"Why do you always pull me away from them?" I ask him as we rush away.
"I just don't want them knowing about you that's all, no reason. Don't worry." We sit down on a rock near the lake, and I wonder about him. I wonder why he hates me to be near his friends. Why our love has to be kept a secret. Wait. Is it love? Yes. I feel love. Does he? I've never asked him before...
"Do you love me?" I find myself blurting out in desperation. I regret it as soon as it blurts out and I find myself looking down at the floor and going stiff and nervous.
"Isn't it too soon to say that?" He says nervously. Too soon? It's been five whole months... Five months!

I shrugged my shoulders and I shake my head, disappointed with myself.

The thing is, I think I love him. The way he makes me feel is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. He makes me feel like I'm dying and flying and living and that my heart just stopped beating but yet it's pumping at ninety miles per hour, all in one moment. He makes me feel invincible but vulnerable. Weak, but like nothing could ever bring me down. He makes me feel like I'm free, yet trapped. He leaves me breathless and yet he is the only person that keeps me breathing. He controls my every thought, movement, heart beat. He has me, all of me. That's all that I can give. But the thing is, he doesn't know half of how I feel...