Cameron Dallas Imagines

First Date Part 1: The Dinner

(y/e/c) = your eye color
(y/n) = your name

"(y/n)!" You hear your boyfriend, Cameron, call for you from behind in the hall. You turn in the direction of the voice and see him pushing through the crowds of students.

"Cameron," you exclaim. "What's up?" He edges his fingers through yours affectionately.

"Are you free tonight?" You can see the nervousness in his eyes when he asks, but at the same time, he looks exhilarated. The determination is flooding from his heart and into his voice.

"Possibly... Most likely," you think about it a little more. "Yes, I am indeed free." He smiles his stunning, white, toothy, smile.

"Good. I'll pick you up at 6 tonight." He turns around to head to class, but he stops as he recalls another detail. "Make sure to tell your parents you will be back sharply at 11."

"Okay..." You reply suspiciously.

Curiosity eats away at you for the rest of the day as you watch the seconds tick by in your classes.

~ ~ ~

You are standing on your porch when the clock ticks 6. This is your first official date with Cameron, and you don't even know where he is taking you. You and Cameron have only been dating for a week, so you want it is almost perfect.

You are wearing a white, no-sleeved, knee length dress. There is an elastic band wrapped around your midsection, and above it is laced. Your bare arms have visible goose bumps as you shiver in the chilly wind, waiting for Cameron. It hasn't been going as luxurious as you thought it would, and it hasn't even started officially yet.

You hear a rumble of a car off in the distance a quarter past 6, and you look up and down your street. Cameron's silver 2016 Chevrolet Corvette comes into view, speeding down the road. His car screeches to a stop in your driveway.

"(y/n)! I'm so sorry I'm late. The traffic was horrible. I promise I'll make up for it tonight." He assures you with a wink as he opens his door, not even waiting until the car comes to a full stop. He takes your hand, after planting a kiss on your forehead, and guides you to the passenger side where he opens the door for you like a gentleman. You bow your head and thank him, then you dip into the seat. He closes it a little too soon and the door hits your knee. You wince, but you don't mention it.

"When are you going to tell me where we are going?" You tell him flirtatiously. The car ride has lasted 10 minutes, so far in dead silence.

"It's a surprise! If I tell you, I don't get to see the reaction on your face." You giggle and look out the window. The scenery drifts outside like a painted canvas where you can see all the brushstrokes; it's a beautiful, spectacular, colorful blur.

The car ride lasts another five minutes before Cameron instructs you to close your eyes.

"How will I see where I'm going?" You ask.

"Don't you trust me?" He flirts with you.

"Ok..." You reluctantly agree and let your eyelids encase your (y/e/c) eyes.

You feel the car bump on the road, then halt to a stop. Cameron pulls the car into parking mode. You then feel the car shake lightly as he gets out and shuts his door. Your door opens and a hand lightly grasps your arm. You swing one leg out, followed by the other. He leads you carefully over to your final destination.