CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

There's This Girl. (Cameron)

"I'll be right back!" Cameron yelled over the loud music.

"Wait! Cam! Where r u..." You lost his body in the crowd.

You figured you might as well dance while you're waiting. You tried not to rub your butt on people in your limited space.

After around 4 songs you hear someone's voice in your ear. "Hey, sweetie!" You looked up to see a tall, dark haired man standing over you.
You squinted your eyes and backed up a little, still dancing. "No thanks."

"Come on, beautiful. You're meant to be accompanied here."

You were flattered by his words.

"I came with someone, sorry." Looking up at him hurt since the party lights shined from behind him.

"Monaghan, isn't it?" The tall man asked.

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"He's raving about some chick at the bar. Said he left her on the dance floor but the bartender kempt sorking hip it's." The last few words of his sentence were disguised by the music.

"Come again?" You yelled.

"He said he left you on the dance floor to get drinks but got stuck polskf tidue!" His words are jibberish again.

"What was that last part?!"

"I SAID THE BARTENDER KEPT SERVING HIM DRINKS WHILE HE WAS TRYING TO GET YOU ONE. THAT'S WHILE HE'S STILL THERE!"

You stopped dancing abruptly. "Dammit." You swore under your breath.

"Y/N, is it?"

"Yep. You?"

"Dylan!" He held out his hand to shake. You happily gripped it.

He bent into your face so you could hear him clearly. "Now let's find that partier of yours, yeah?"

You nodded and squared your shoulders up to his, then placed you hands on the sides of his arms to pivot him around to face the direction Cameron left.

You kept your hands lightly gripped on his shoulders, to stay together. Dylan's job was to shove through the claustrophobic mass of drunken people. You were thankful for that.

You spotted the back of a carrot head.

"I see him!"

Dylan's head twisted back to look at you. "You'll take it from here?" He asked.

"Yes, thank you so much. I hope to see you again sometime!"

His long arms embraced you, over your triceps. He squeezed you tightly. After that, he disappeared back in the crowd.

You slumped down when you saw Cameron signal to order a round of shots. He was swaying back and forth in his bar stool. You took small steps to approach him. Your feet hurt from walking in heels.

On his suit-covered back, you flattened your palm out and moved it up and down to signal you were there.

He slowly lifted his head to look at you. His eyes lit up. "Y/N!" he exclaimed.

"H-hey, buddy. Were you ever going to come back with those drinks?" You giggled a little. Your hand still holding a place on his back.

"Yeah! Of course! I jussst hada make some friens is all." He was already slurring his words.

Your tone remained sweet  "Okay, babe. Maybe remember how I was left dancing alone,  next time?"

"Sure! Sorrrryyyyyyy" Cameron dipped his head down as though it was falling off his neck. The rest of his body began to fight to not follow  his head.