Imagination (c.d)

13// date...?

[ Avery's pov ]

** ding ding ding **

What the fuck? Who the hell is texting me at... 11:30 pm?!

I groan and roll over to my nightstand picking up my phone to see who texted me. Cameron? Why is he texting me?

Cameron:
Hey...I need to ask you something.

Me:
Ok, I'm all ears. Ask away.

Cameron:
Not over text...can you meet me at the park in say....10 minutes?

Me:
Yeah sure...only cuz I like you.

Cameron:
Thank you! It shouldn't take long...

Me:
Ok, see you in 10 minutes! ((:

Cameron:
See ya ((;

** end **

I set my phone on my bed and roll onto the floor. Probably not the greatest idea, but it's too late for me to care.

I'm a bitch when I'm tired, tbh.

I grab my black vans and slip them on. I them pull my hair into a high ponytail and check myself in the mirror.

I look like shit. I'm wearing black nike pros, black vans, my soccer shirt, and my hair is in a messy ponytail.

What if Cameron thinks I look ugly?

Nah, Cameron's too sweet to think that.