Best Wishes

Gotta Love Fridays

Cameron's POV
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Two words- KILL ME!!! Bars aren't really my thing and let alone I really don't like going after the bad guys either. I was paid to place Kirsten in the memory, find out how the subject died and let the big guys handle it. But I guess I don't have a choice. Kirsten is just the type of person that tries to solves things on her own. And if not on her own she'll do it anyway. It's Friday morning and that should me enough time to try and convince Kirsten to not go. Tomorrow is the deadline, and I don't plan on getting dead. Kirsten's coming over in a few and if I can't convince her no one can.

"Cameron, open up.", said Kirsten from behind the door. I opened the door and she walked in and laid on the couch.

"So you wanted to talk about a plan for tomorrow?", she asked.

"Yeah, so here's the plan, we don't go.", I said as a joke, but seriously didn't want to go.

"Cameron, I know you're my boyfriend and all, but that won't influence my decision on whether I'm going to the bar or not."

"Well aren't you as stubborn as me.", I said with a smile.

"Cam, you know I can't help bringing justice.", she said with a serious look.

"So you're saying you care about the dead people that we test on?"

"It's not funny.", she said with a stern look in her eye.

"Who's laughing?!", I said with a scoff. She looked my deep in the eye. She looked as if I were crazy.

"Yes I care about the subjects, but in a way you couldn't understand. But you get one thing straight, Cameron Goodkin. I could never love them like I love you.", she said knowing I'd forget everything I knew about anything. Why is she so damn cute?

"You know what I hate you.", I said because I knew she was right.

"I love you too.", she said know she was right.

"So I guess I'm going, aren't I?"

"Absolutely. See you can't force me to do anything but I can. Get it straight babe."

"Why?", I asked.

"Cause I'm your girlfriend.", she said with a smile knowing I would kill her...and I did by throwing her around on the couch and sitting on her. Sitting on her always pissed her off.

"Cameron get off me!!!", she yelled.

"Not until you say it.", I said.

"Ugh really?!", she exclaimed.

"Yes really!", I said laughing.

"Cameron is a yummy, delicious, sexy wolf!", she said with a howl at the end.

"Grrrrrrrrrr...", I teased at her neck. I finally got off her and I looked at her and she was laughing and was out of breath. She turned around and looked at me.

"Cameron if we do have a child, and it's a boy...", she said in a serious tone.

"Yeah?", I said; curious about she was going to say.

"Well when we teach him how to read you know the first sentence I'm going to teach him to say?", she said with a smile at the end.

"What, what!", I asked anxiously.

"I'll say, "Son, your a son of a bitch.", and I'm sure he'll understand.", she said as she started laughing.

"Well you know what that means.", I said getting closer to her.

"No Cameron don't!", she said with a pleading look. She thought I was going to sit on her, but instead I leaned for her rosy lips and kissed them.

"What was that for?", she asked surprised.

"Well when I was younger I always wanted to kiss an angel. I thought that if I did my heart would be pure and my soul would live happily(so my parents told me). None of my past were angels. So I stopped believing in angels. Well Kirsten I know I'm an atheist, but an think I just kissed an angel.", I said softly. She looked at my eyes and smiled; then placed her hand on my neck and kissed me once more.

"And know you did it again.", she said with a little laugh.

"Kirsten you know what I'm going tell our son?"

"What?".

"That he's a son of an angel."