CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

Movie Snacks. (Cameron)

The eager trailers played 10ft away all compete to be the #1 movie in America. The soft faux wool rested on top of your skin and the dim lights are the cherry on top to set the mood. Other than Cameron sitting up next to you with the only fabric over him is his boxers and the blanket. 

"Y/N." Cameron disturbed the peace.

"Cameron, the movie's starting." You tried to shush him, but his childlike expression begged for you to ask him what's wrong. You glanced to the other side of the bed. His shape was molded over your shared blanket. "What's wrong?" You purposely sounded irritated.

The trailers to the movie played through the background noise and the film is to begin soon, no doubt. However, the remote was abandoned under the TV, across the room and this blanket was too cozy to leave.

"I want snacks." He claimed as if you're his master.

"What are you waiting for? The movie is about the start, go get them!"

He stared through you for a moment, debating his decision. Like a switch flipped in his head, he pounced out of bed, leaping for the door.

His enthusiasm representing a child didn't match his thick body. His bulky muscles are used to his advantage as his bare self has one goal in mind: FOOD

Unbenounced to him, the blanket managed to twist itself around his leg. This was something you didn't realize until your warmth was stripped from you. His flaming locks left a golden streak in the air. Hitting the wood floor with a thump, it sounded like an earthquake that shook the house.

At Cameron's groans of pain, you peered over the edge of the bed to see your wounded ginger, sprawled out as if hitting the surface of water during a belly flop.

The scene was out of place, something that shouldn't occur in a household, but a jungle. Like a snake had snatched his foot and yanked him into the soil.

There was nothing you could do to hold back your giggling and the absurdity of his clumsiness. "Are... you...alright?" You took in big breaths between the incomprehensible words.

Cheek mashed into the ground, Cameron crunched his eyebrows to mumble out, "Huh?"

To save your time, you changed your sentence, using as little breath as possible to avoid an outburst of laughter. "The movie Cameron, the movie! Get your snacks!" Even that had laughter in it, but at least it was understandable. Cameron unknit himself from the blanket-booby-trap and skipped out, running like there was a bomb depended on his snack retrieving.

Sitting back against the headboard, you awaited his arrival, watching a few more trailers.

When the logos for the movie producers appear, you called "BABE! IT'S STARTING!"

After that, light thumps turned into big paws, pounding against the floor in a rapid pace. Cameron's shadow overlooked his body before he pounced through the doorway. The zealous boy was alarmed at his unpunctuality, through white brimming his eyes and his agape mouth. Snacks of all sorts were of the edge of pouring out over his bare arms. From popcorn, candy, sodas, to more candy, and two hotdogs in ziplock bags. You'd think he was a high teenager with the munchies.

Nope, just Cameron's insatiable appetite during a movie.

You use no dialogue to remind Cameron he needs to be seated next to you. Like a mother angrily telling her kid 'get over here,' your eyes jerked themselves to his side of the bed.

Relief hit him with a side smile and he steps toward the bed. Yet, again, things didn't go his way. In slow motion, his face contorted into fear, and it sank below the side of the bed. The snacks went flying into the air when his arms flail desperately to catch something. When he hit the floor hit again, you smacked your hand on the bed and let out a boisterous laugh.

At one time all of those snacks were safe in his possession. Now they've were sprinkled onto you like little snack bombs. Even the hard hitting soda on your shin couldn't bring down your utter joy at his pain.

"Twice!" You yelled, staring at the popcorn that escaped the bag, peppered on your lap. "You fell twice because of the blanket!"

He used his hand to climb up the bed, a clunky set of limbs stood before you. Before you began the movie, his hair was put together, slicked back. Now, few pieces remained in order. One of his milky cheeks was bright pink from the first fall.

Lucky for him, you'd been dating for a few months now and there wasn't much that will embarrass him or yourself. "Can we just watch this stupid movie?" He laughed at himself, picking up the cursed blanket from the floor.

"I love you so much." You scrunched your nose, still laughing. Pulling yourself toward him, you planted a kiss on his loose lips. He doesn't move them, so you backed away with a confused look.

Cameron left a stiff expression to show his discontent for your laughing at him. However, it's revealed that was child's play when he broke character, and his cheeks pushed his eyes to a squint. "Okay, fine. I love you too."  

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I'm still sick fml. 

11k? Seriously?!     THATS     I   N   S   A   N   E.

Is anyone else watching American Crime Story? Because that's also I  N  S   A   N  E.

Love you bye. 

7:27 p.m.

-Bambi ;)