It was May 24th, and in the space of three hours, the boys, Mahogany and I would be heading over to a surprise venue, for Carter's birthday party. Carter was one of my best friend's, and as much as I was looking forward to celebrating with Mahogany and the boys, the remainder of the guest list had been playing on my mind.
You see, I'd never been the 'prettiest' girl, or the 'skinniest' girl. I was never the girl that the boys went for, or the girl that the boys showed even a glimpse of interest in, and after seeing the group of girls that'd be attending the party, I wasn't as excited about going anymore.
"Are you wearing the black dress, or the navy one?" Mahogany asked, sitting cross-legged in front of the mirror. She was attempting her eyeshadow for the third time this evening, despite looking perfectly fine to me the first two times.
"Um," I hesitated, glancing down at my legs, "I-I don't think I'm gonna go."
"What?" She shrieked, laughing. "[Y/N], you have to go. It's Carter's birthday!"
I pouted, hugging my stomach. "I feel like I'm gonna vomit. It'd probably be better if I just stayed here."
"Cameron's going." She smirked, before laughing. "You don't wanna miss it!"
I felt my cheeks burn, as I buried my face in my hands. I'd always found Cameron Dallas extremely attractive, but the closer we became, the stronger my feelings had become. I'd been crushing on him for months now, and Mahogany was the only person who knew about it. I knew that, if I told him how I felt, it'd ruin our friendship completely, and it wasn't worth it. Not that he'd feel the same anyway, so I'd be wasting my time.
Just as Mahogany slipped on her electric-blue platform heels, the clock hit seven. Matt had arranged that we'd all meet outside his room at seven, before heading to the venue.
"Are you one-hundred-percent sure you're not coming?" She asked, unplugging her fully-charged iPhone.
"I'm sure." I smiled, weakly. If Mahogany knew the real reason why I didn't wanna go, she's have called me crazy and insisted that I joined them.
"Alright, I'll let the boys know." She grinned, blowing me a kiss. "I'm only a text away."
With that, she left, closing the hotel room door with a thud.
I settled comfortably in bed, switching the TV on, before wrapping the comforter around my body. An hour or so had passed, when I was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door.
I pushed back the cover that was surrounding my body, before forcing myself from the bed. Edging towards the door, I racked my brain of possibilities of who it could be. With a swift twist of the door knob, I pulled open the heavy door, revealing the person stood behind it.
My stomach flipped, as I was met with a familiar pair of brown eyes, towering above me. "C-Cam?"
"Hey." He smiled, scratching the back of his neck. I stood back, allowing him to enter the room, before letting the door shut behind us both.
I progressed towards my bed and sat down, pulling my legs up into a basket. Cam mirrored my actions by sitting across from me, on Mahogany's bed.
I gave him a look of confusion, and he must have read my mind. "Mahogany said you were feeling poorly, so I came back to find out the real reason why you didn't come."
"What do you mean?" I asked, taken aback. Even the thought of Cameron knowing why I didn't go mortified me, but he was my best friend, after all. I couldn't lie to him.
"Well, firstly," he began, "you were perfectly alright earlier. I know for a fact that you wouldn't miss this party for the world. You've been looking forward to it for months, and I know you wouldn't let a little stomach ache hold you back from doing you thang."
I let out a giggle; trust Cam to cheer me up.
I hesitated a little, picking at my black nail polish. "Um," I spoke, "well, Ashley and her friends were going, so was Veronica, and Chantel, and-"
"So?" He chuckled, "That doesn't matter. I was with you when you bought your dress. You looked good, [Y/N]."
I let out a sigh and glanced at my hands once again, before mumbling, "I didn't feel good, Cameron."
I looked up at him, watching his face drop. "You didn't feel good?"
"You don't get it." I stood up, making my way into the en-suite bathroom. "Just go back to the party. You should be there, having fun."
I stood in front of the large mirror, which covered the majority of the bathroom wall. Staring at my reflection, I watched as Cameron entered the bathroom with me.
"Now," he spoke, hauling himself up and onto the counter, "why would I wanna be at a party, 'having fun', when my best friend is miserable? Anyway, I want you to tell me what you meant when you said that you didn't feel good."
"Ugh." I groaned, overwhelmed with emotions. "I-I just don't feel comfortable, Cameron. I don't feel comfortable being around all these perfect girls when I'm, when I'm not perfect. I-I don't have perfect, soft, shiny hair, or, or, a perfect thin figure, or a perfect smile, or perfect teeth, or a perfect butt, or long, tanned, perfect legs, or perfect, pretty eyes, or perfect boobs, or a perfect toned stomach, or-"
Cameron chuckled as he slid off of the counter, before gently pulling my trembling body against his own.
Before I could question the situation, I felt something that I'd been longing to feel for as long as I could remember. I felt something that felt so natural, and so right. I felt his soft, plump lips on my own, and without hesitation, I began to kiss back.
After kissing for a few seconds, he pulled away, but kept our faces close. "Yet you're so, so perfect." He whispered, pecking my lips once more.
