Memories (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 15 'Camping'

Cameron's POV

Throughout the movie that I wasn't even watching, Wesley kept rubbing small circles on my thigh. I don't know if it was for comfort, but it was making me more distracted from everything else going on. He would glance over at me every so often and ask if I was okay. It was cute, but I had to keep telling myself to quit getting excited because I know he doesn't like me.

I felt his hand at my thigh again, but this time it was getting way too high up. I grabbed his hand and held it in my own. I saw him slightly smirk to himself, still keeping his full attention on the movie. He let me hold his hand, though.

The movie finally ended and Drew jumped up excitedly. He looked at all of us like he had an idea. This could be the best or worst idea. There's no in between with Drew.

"Let's go camping!"

"It's already getting late," I said confusingly.

"So what! We can make it and set up tents before dark if we go now," he said. He had a point. We all decided it sounded fun, so we hurriedly got around. I ran upstairs to pack a bag.

"Can you grab my swimsuit in that top drawer, Wes?"

"What about this?" He pulled out a thong, smirking as he looked at it. I snatched it from his hand and rolled my eyes embarrassingly. I threw it back in the drawer and grabbed my bikini. I finished packing and we drove to their house. We got camping supplies and their bags. We arrived in plenty of time, since we were pros at putting tents up. There was plenty of daylight left. Wesley and I were sharing a tent, and Drew and Keaton were sharing.

"What if I want to share a tent with Cam," Keaton whined.

"Too bad, bro, already called dibs," Wesley said.

"Well Drew farts, and you know it smells like shit," Keaton complained.

"I'll just go stay in the car and you two can share a tent, then," I suggested jokingly. They dropped the little fight after that. Keaton and I were sent out to find sticks for a fire.

"Keaton?"

"Yeah?"

"Um . . . Halloween night . . . Has Wesley said anything to you about it?"

"No, not that I recall. Why? Did something happen between you two?"

"Well, sort of. I was drunk, I might've imagined it, but we kissed. Not just a little peck either. I-I have kept this to myself for awhile now, but I've liked Wesley for a long time. Last night made me think he actually feels the same, but he doesn't even remember it," I admitted to him.

"It's about time you two finally admit you're in love! Wait, did he drive you home?"

"He drove to my house, I think, yeah, he did. Why?"

"He wasn't drunk. There's no way he'd have you in the car and drive drunk. Talk to him about it tonight. Tell him you remember it because I'm sure he does too and just doesn't want to admit it."

"Thanks, Keats," I smiled, giving him a hug, "so how are you and Callie?"

"Don't tell Wesley, but I asked her out last night, and she said yes," he blushed, and even through the darkness of the sky, I could see his red cheeks. I teased him about it on our way back to the campsite. We made a fire with the sticks Keaton and I gathered. It was relaxing sitting by the fire, just talking. I haven't done it in awhile. It was becoming late, so I decided to head back to our tent.

"Don't come in yet, Wesley. I'm going back to change," I told him before heading into the tent. I went over to my bag and threw my shirt into it. I heard a zipper, and I didn't even have to look back to know who it was.

"If you're in here to see me in that thong, it's not happening," I slightly giggled. His cold hands found their way around my waist, and I jumped at his touch.

"Still a little scared from the movie?"

"No! Your hands are cold! Get out of here and let me change," I chuckled, shoving him towards the opening in the tent.

"Come on, I won't look," he promised jokingly. He was already staring at my chest in my bra. I lightly hit him in the arm and he laughed.

"Well when you put it right in front of me," he laughed. I slapped him again and turned around. I hurried to find my shirt and threw it on. I slipped my jeans off and hurriedly replaced them with my sweats. I jumped onto Wesley's back since he was turned around, so he couldn't watch me change.

"I'm done," I whispered giddily. He turned around and fell back onto our sleeping bags. We both looked at each other and laughed. Our laughs slowly died off, and we were just gazing at each other.

"You know, I hate you a lot," I grinned.

"What? Why," he stuck out his bottom lip like a puppy dog face.

"Because you're a dick. You know what happened last night, and you wouldn't tell me. I was sitting there thinking I just imagined the whole thing! You weren't even drunk," I confronted him all in a joking manner. He looked down and laughed.

"What made you assume this?"

"You drove us home. You would never drive drunk with me in the car. If you weren't drunk, you'd remember, and plus during the movie with your hand," I said teasingly.

"Okay, okay, you caught me," he chuckled.

"So?"

"So what?" He was smirking.

"So you know we kissed. You know how I feel about you," I said impatiently.

"You know, I've been waiting for this moment for the longest time. I can't believe over the years you only just noticed I like you. It's been so hard being just friends with you, Cameron," he finally spoke up.

"So don't be," I whispered seductively, straddling his waist and leaning down to give him a kiss. He smiled up at me and pulled my face closer to his. Our lips touched, and I felt those same damn sparks like last night. We couldn't seem to pull away. I wished this kiss would last forever.

I pulled away in need of air. I laid back down on my own sleeping bag, panting, like Wesley was beside me. He grabbed my hand in his, looked over at me, and smiled. I could get so used to this.