CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

*Cameron Monamas* I'm So Sorry (Cameron)

"Please, tell me you're kidding." You sit back in your chair, crossing your arms.

"I really forgot." He shrugs. You blood boils and you jump up.

"Do you know how hard I tried for your present? I contacted all your friends and made that movie for you. Myself!" Your voice elevates. You get in Cameron's face and prick his chest with your finger. He appears distraught and truly remorseful. Yet, that's no excuse for an absence in a present overall.

"I know you did, and I love you for it, baby." He tries to sneak a kiss in, but you pull your face to the side and his lips land on your red cheeks.

You're dizzy with anger. How could he have forgotten? No amount of yelling would satisfy you, nor would it resolve anything.

"Thanks for the thought." You back away until you storm in the master bedroom.

"Y/N, Wait!"

You slam the door and lock it. Maybe space is all you need for now.

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You don't know how long it's been, but the daylight has faded. Through you patio door, you can spot the purple sky, flushed with pink cotton clouds. It would've been a beautiful Christmas to be outside. The TV provides background noise to your clouded mind.

A knock comes from outside the door.

"Y/N?"

You don't answer.

"Look, I'm really sorry. You mean so much to me."

You remain seated.

"I know I messed up, but there's no way Christmas is going uncelebrated. Well, actually not really Christmas, but.." He trails off, obviously unsure of himself.

"Well, anyways, get ready. Like put your coziest clothes on. I went out and got good snacks and your favorite trash magazines."

What is this for? A slumber party night in? You always liked those, but that doesn't repair the 'I forgot to get a Christmas present' fiasco.

"Can you let me in?"

You crawl out from under the bed covers and open the door for him. He's dressed in a Hawaiian shirt with sweats. The front of his hair pokes out of his Christmas hat. Fashion was never his strong suit.

His face is apologetic as the pad of his thumb wipes away your half-dry tears. "I will never forget something this important again. And I know this won't make up for it, but to maybe make you forget about it for a few days, I got you something."

You glance at him with hopeful eyes.

"Pack your bags, because..." His heightens his voice. "We're going to Hawaii!" He stands back and flashes the tickets.

You light up and run to his embrace. His strong arms hold you tight and his chin rests on your head. You rip the Santa hat off him, leaving his hair sprung up in a messy nest. Before fitting it on your head, you tap your lips multiple times leaving a trail from his neck, to his jawline, and finally a long one on his pigmented pink mouth. This more than made up for forgetting Christmas.

"Go! Pack! Now! Plane takes off in an hour!"