The Player {c.d}

17- What are we?

Avery

I walked myself back to my place, and got up to my porch.

The driveway of Cameron's house laid empty. Not a car was sitting there, nor Noah playing basketball.

I quickly head inside, and run up to my bedroom.

I stripped out of my soaking swimming suit, and put on my previous sweatpants and sweatshirt.

I threw my hair up into a bun, and laid on my bed.

I tilted my head to where my windows were, and looked out them.

Cameron stood in his bedroom, with his hands on his head. His face fumed in anger.

His face was burning red, and his eyebrows furried together.

His hands swooped down, and knocked a trophy off of his dresser.

It hit the wooden flooring with a crash, making it snap in half.

Cameron put his hands on his face, and climbed into his bed.

His back rapidly began to shake. Was he crying?

I stood up and walked myself to the door.

I slowly slid the glass door open, and stepped onto the platform outside of my bedroom.

I watched him through the glass, watching him cry into his pillow.

I never seen him cry before.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone.

Opening up my contacts, I clicked on his name and began to type.

To Cameron

You okay?

I pushed send, and waited for his response.

His head snapped up, and he began looking around for his phone.

He searched for his phone, that laid somewhere in his bed, when he finally pulled it out from underneath his pillow.

He paused for a minute, as he looked at the message, before his face lifted up, and our eyes connected.

The same butterfly feeling made my stomach tingle. It always seems to do that whenever he looks at me.

He quickly wiped away his tears, and made his way towards me.

He slid his balcony door open, and stepped outside.

"What do you want?" His voice weakly asked.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

He slowly shook his head, and put his hands in his pockets.

"No..." He mumbles.

I climb up onto the ledge, and hopped over to his house.

He helped me over his ledge, so that I wouldn't fall, and led me inside.

Before he could say anything, I wrapped my arms around his chest, pulling him into me.

I don't know why I hugged him. He just looked like he needed a hug.

I felt the presence of his arms wrap around me too, and his head rest on the top of mine.

Other than Cameron's light sniffles, it was completely quiet.

I looked up into his eyes, trying to look for answers.

He made eye contact with me, where he than pulled away.

"I'm sorry". He says. "For yelling at you back there".