After Cameron and I finally step out of the big mob of fan girls, airport security help us get out the front door of the airport.
"That was fun!" I feel the need to let him know.
"Yeah, fans are probably the best part of being 'famous' I guess you could call us."
"So magcon will be like that?"
"Yes, but wayyyy more wilder than that! That was nothing back there! At magcon, there's usually 150-200 fans."
I loved the way his face lit up when he talks about his fans. It was adorable.
We finally reach the front sidewalk of the airport and there's cars all lined up one by one but then I spot a limo?!
"Oh my God! Are we riding in that?!" I began to hit his arm like an excited child.
"Well yeah! Bart always does things like this for us all. He wants us to feel special I guess. Sometimes I don't really like it though."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't see the point of basically showing off how much money we make when there's other people out there much more deserving than I am. Than we all are, if I'm gonna be honest." He shrugs and I smile at his humbleness.
Right then and there was another time where I found him very attractive. He was so honest and considerate. If I could, I'd actually consider kissing him because he was so vulnerable and when would I ever feel like this again?
"You coming?" He says, snapping out of my deep thought and find him already half way down the side walk.
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After a 20 minute drive to the hotel where we and all the other guys will be staying and also where magcon will be held, we arrive. I was so jet lagged and just wanted to take a nap but I doubt that will be happening in a hotel filled with excited fans in most rooms and the loud teenage guys in the rooms surrounding mine.
We walk into the hotel and I'm overwhelmed by flashing cameras blinding me. Cameron walks ahead of me, grabbing my hand to lead me through the crowd of fans and paparazzi. It was so overwhelming I could hardly even keep my balance.
"Just keep your head down!" I hear Cameron turning his head to shout to me.
I was confused why he was so concerned of my well being but whatever. He knows more about this situation than I do.
We finally push through the crowd and make it to the elevator. Cameron pulls me in and pushes me against the back wall and quickly presses the button for the 20th floor. He then rejoins me and shields me from the remaining camera flashes, by facing his back towards the paparazzi and becomes chest-to-chest with me. My breathing hitches when I feel his hand graze the side of my body and fall to my hip, gripping on to me promptly.
"What?" He chuckles when the doors finally close and I could hear him.
He noticed my sudden change in breath. It was a little embarrassing.
"Nothing. Um, I just...." I try and think of a reason I reacted the way I did, but there was no lie that could cover up the real reason.
He presses his lips together in a small smile and backs off of me and leans against the other wall of the elevator and stares up at the ceiling, going into thought. I stare at him in the corner of my eye, feeling the need to admire him every chance I get. Something about him and just the way he acts, attracts me. I hate to admit it. I don't understand him though.
One moment he seems like a normal guy, the next he turns into this fuckboy who teases girls just to see what reaction he can get out of them. He plays with people's emotions and that's a big red flag to me. I just want to know more about him. Even if that means keeping a distance but not too far of one.
