You woke up to the sound of the shower running. You opened your eyes, but shut them quickly after the sun hurt your eyes.
You rubbed your head. You had a massive headache. You didn't know what happened last night.
There were dried tears under your eyes. You checked your phone. Texts from your boyfriend, but judging by the texts, he was now your ex.
You groan throwing your head back.
But them you realized. Who the fuck was in your bathroom. The shower stopped running and you walked cautiously to your bathroom door.
You open the door and scream when you see a shirtless Cameron, a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.
"Relax, baby girl. It's just me." Cameron says. Your eyes widen.
"Oh god. No. Nononono!" You say, tears brimming your eyes.
"Hey. What's wrong?" Cameron asks.
"Cameron! Are you kidding me!? What makes you think you can just take advantage of my drunken self?!" You shout, pushing Cameron.
"Baby.... You called me last night. You were a little drunk. We ordered pizza and watched Netflix. That's all." Cameron chuckles.
You sigh of relief,"Your the best."
"That's why I'm your best friend."
