Brea's P.O.V
It's been two weeks since Cameron called. It's the beginning of summer break and schools out. I've been locked up in my room for days laying in my bed in the same pajamas for a week. The only times I've gotten up is when I need to use the restroom or to get something to eat. I haven't left the house at all. My parents are on vacation because it's their anniversary and they're gone for two weeks in the Bahamas. So it's just me. I mean it always has been .. ever since he left. When he left, everything changed. In the morning when I got up we used to walk to school together. He used to open the doors for me. He used to buy me ice cream after school every Tuesday. He used tell me everything going to be alright. I've shut out everyone and everything. I never paid any attention in school. I stopped talking to my best friend .. well at least she was my best friend. Her name was Aria. She was most kind and caring person I've ever met. But all that doesn't matter anymore.
I sigh in stress and get up to take a shower. I walk in the restroom and let the water run for a while till it gets warm. I start to strip my clothes off one by one. I step in the shower and run my fingers through my soft, long, brown hair. I close my eyes and tilt my head back slightly , letting the warm water hit my face over and over again.
After I'm done taking a shower I turn the water off and wrap a towel around my body and put some music on through my speaker. I look at the time realizing it's two o'clock in the afternoon. I throw a sports bra on and a black fuzzy sweater over that with some gym shorts. I check my phone for any notifications for any missed calls. There's a text message from a blocked number. I unlock my phone to see what it was.
Text message from : Unknown number
"Meet me at the old bakery at 3:30 on Floyd street And Rose avenue .
- Cameron"
I read the message concerned. I quickly got undressed and slammed my closet doors open to decide what I was going to wear. What to wear, what to wear. I wanted to look decent when I saw Cameron for the first time in two years.
I quickly dried my hair and brushed it out. I plugged in my straightener and put the temperature to a 10 so it would get hot quicker. I ran through all my clothes noticing I was still undressed.
"Let's see, um I think I'll stick to my dark blue hollister jacket and some black ripped jeans" I mumble to myself. I throw my clothes on and slip some socks and white vans. I quickly straighten my hair and put some light make-up on. I apply some powder on along with mascara. I grab my car keys and look at the time. It's 3:19. I look up the directions on my phone and turn on the radio.
My clammy hands rest on the steering wheel and start to pull out of my drive way. I start to drive as I followed the directions.
I finally pull up in a parking spot and take a deep breath. I look over to see what them it was , it was 3:28. "Here goes nothing" I whisper to myself as I step out of the car. I turn back to lock my car and continue walking.
I reach for the door of the bakery and look around for Cameron. I see the back of a boy with light brown hair sitting at a table by himself. I slowly walk towards him and tap him on the shoulder.
"Cameron?"
