The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 35 - Advice from Dad

We drive in the car, the windows down and the wind making my hair fly wildly away. Sitting in silence, the only sound is the wind through my eardrum, drumming loudly like I'm sat in a bar with the drummer going wild; just like my hair. Kylie rolls up the window so it only has a small gap open, enough for the wind to blow my hair out my face. I close my eyes and just feel the wind seeping through me, sending cold shivers down my spine but making me feel something, instead of just feeling numb all the time.

We pull up outside a shopping mall and Kylie looks at me, winks and then pulls out her keys of her came. She opens the door for me and gives me a reassuring smile as if to say that I'll be okay.

The thing with Kylie that confuses me is that, she choses when she wants to be caring and considerate, or when she wants to be evil and horrid, but she choses the second option the most. She's hard faced and tough, very brave, unlike me who just pours out her emotions. We look a like in various ways, but personality wise, we are very contrasting.

We both walk into MacDonalds and buy a big mac with large fries - she pays. She then grabs my hand excitedly like a child wants ice cream, and I'm her dad. She drags me into a small shop that sells essentials, which includes alcohol and cigarettes. Kylie gives me a smirk before going in and pushing me back as if I was a little child not aloud into a gambling store. After a few minutes, she comes out giggling and looking behind her as if she's seen a really cute guy. I raise an eyebrow looking at her and she just stands grinning at me with her hands behind her back. She pulls out from behind her back, a bottle of Rosé wine and a packet of cigarettes. I put my hands out and frown with confusion and she just grabs her boobs in her hands, smiles at them then winks at me. As I carry the MacDonalds and she carries her 'essentials' we go sit behind the car, and eat our MacDonalds in silence.

Once the food is finished, Kylie hands me a cigarette and I stare at her in shock.  She smiled at me, sniffling and looks down at the floor. She places one next to me, and lights up her own in her mouth.

"I used to smoke whenever I was alone or stressed. Once I met this guy, and he told me they would kill me, so I quit. But later on I realised, now that I am alone again, lighting up many more cigarettes, I realised that he was the only one that was killing me," she says smiling through gritted teeth.

"So are you addicted to them?" Is all I manage to say. How lame is that? My sister just told me something personal and all I manage to do is ask her, if she's addicted to cigarettes.

"You always know when you're addicted to something, whether its alcohol, drugs or something else because you will always say to yourself things like, 'just one more drink' or 'just one more puff'. But the thing is, you cannot simply just stop something because an addiction is an obsession that takes over your mind and every thought. People are like that too, because people like you and me, get addicted," she says with black tears pouring down her face but she doesn't sound hurt, her voice is ordinary.   I take the cigarette from the floor and put it between my lips, and Kylie lights it up for me. I take one drag from the cigarette and blow it out slowly, closing my eyes and feeling the stress been blown out of my very own lips.

"Looks like you have boy troubles too, fancy sharing?" I say putting my hand on hers. She takes a swig of the wine and hands it over to me, and I repeat the same action as her.

"I met a guy. A guy called Nick. He was gorgeous, and he still is. He has blonde curly hair and crystal diamond eyes that were like the sea that you could get lost in them. He told me he was leaving me because I smoked. I stopped smoking in fear of losing him forever, because in my mind, he was the one I was going to marry. I went by his place to tell him that I broke my bad habit. I saw him, with his lips pressed against someone new. My walk back home was lonely and long, and the only thing pressed against my lips was a cigarette. Guess it was time to break my bad habit, which was him," she says with her voice cracking.  I can almost feel her sore throat for her. Like someone's jabbing knifes into her throat and pulling at her chest. She glugs down some more wine and takes another big drag from her cigarette, blowing it out slowly like I did, in order to release the pain. 

I take a gulp of my own. The only taste in my mouth is the mix of wine and cigarettes and the only thing on my mind is him, as usual. Its hard for me to tell Kylie about him because he's her best friends brother, and whatever I say could get straight back to him. But sometimes you have to take a risk in life, right? I close my eyes and pour my heart out, as well as tears, realising the inner waterfall of me.

"Woah... You're not as innocent as you seem..." She says shocked but happy that I understand her. I take glug of wine this time, and I keep on glugging until she snatches it out of her hand and glugs some too.

"Come on, lets get out of here. Lets get home," she says wobbling up.

"No, you're drunk, you can't drive! Lets just call a taxi," I say searching for one.

Instead we get a bus, and we end up walking most of the way home because we got off at the wrong stop. But we aren't really walking, we are wobbling home, because we both shared a bottle of wine, half each, and now its all caught up to us. All I can say is that mom will not be happy about this...

We open the door giggling about stories we have shared and how bad they were at the time, but now we are stress free, it seems so silly. I sigh as mom stands staring at us with her eyes filled with fury.

"Where the HELL have you been?" She says fiercely, just like her eyes. To be honest, she didn't really need to speak because her eyes did for her.

"For a drive just relax mom," I sigh, rolling my eyes.

"Are you DRUNK?" Mom says, exaggerating on some words. She looks at Kylie with hurt in her eyes now, as if she'd never expect it.

"Look at the state of what your UNDERAGED daughters are in!" Mom says as dad comes in the hall way. He sighs and just stares at us.

"Go to your rooms, I don't want to see you both until morning. NO dinner and No snacks. Go to your room and that's it thank you... Oh and, phones please!" She orders with her hands on her hips. Now I know where Kylie and I get our sass and stubbornness from!

I sit on my bed playing with my thumbs and thinking about what Kylie told me, about thaty guy Nick and how he's almost similar to my Cameron. Although Cam didn't really cheat on me, but it felt like he did, but actually much worse.

"Don't fight for his attention. If he cares, you shouldn't have to," Kylie says standing in my doorframe, leaning against it, holding herself up with it. I laugh at her and shoo her away, and she staggers to her room, laughing to herself. Before she gets into her room, dad comes up and calls her to my room. She sits on my bed next to me, and puts her hand gently on top of mine, stroking her thumb gently on mine. Dad smiles and sits on the chair that faces my bed.

"Whats up girls? Why are you both behaving like this hey? Is there some trouble going on? Boy trouble?" Dad says raising an eyebrow. I roll my eyes and laugh, and Kylie joins in. We both look at each other and sigh, then return the look to dad.

"Well some relationship advice from the old man, and this goes out to most people, but I'm only saying this to you girls, my princesses. Be with someone who you don't havr to hide from, in any way or form. Whether it's your morning face without your makeup on, an embarrassing story to tell, or an ambition you've had since you were six... Make sure you end up with someone who knows all of it and still loves you for ou. A person who has seen you at your worst but still thinks you're the best, is the best person to be with.

At your age, young, everything is changing. Days you don't notice, but look back to the previous years and you will realize everything has changed. People you thought were going to be there forever aren't, and people you never imagined you'd be speaking to are now some of your closest friends. Life makes little sense, and the more we grow up, the less sense it will make. Make the most of life now, before it all changes once again, because in the near future, all of this will be just memories. Oh to be young again!" He smiles and kisses our cheeks, then pulls us into a group hug. Kylie and I weep a bit, and dad just rubs our backs to comfort us.

This is where I am like dad and Kylie is more like mom. I am emotional, not afraid to pour my emotions out, and easily trust absolutely anyone within a matter of seconds - like dad. Kylie is like mom, both hard faced, both take years to build trust with someone, both feisty characters.

I understand what dad is saying, but I want a person who can make me laugh on the mornings I don't want to wake up...