Cameron x Nash Short Stories - cash -

Like A Moth To A Flame Part One

"I really miss you," he whispers into the phone, he's been leaving voicemails everyday. Everyday after his shift he dials the number he knows by heart with trembling fingers and waits with baited breath to hear the voice his heart aches to hear.

"There's so much that I want to say, so much that I want to do and all I need is one chance. Just one conversation with you," his voice wavers at the end and he blinks rapidly, he doesn't want to cry, he's tired of crying. He feels like all he does is cry.

"Fuck..." he mutters and hangs up abruptly, he throws his phone on the bed and flops back onto it, he wonders if Nash will listen to it or if he'll just delete them.

His calls go right to voicemail but those few seconds that he hears Nash's greeting make his day bearable. He'd go insane otherwise.

He brushes the tears off of his cheek angrily as he stares at the cracked ceiling. He lives in a dumpy motel room that charges him weekly rent. He barely breaks even, it's a vicious cycle. He has to pay the rent so he won't be homeless and so he can't save up, he needs a deposit and first months rent to move into a decent place but he's barely making it.

So he has to be neighbors with crack addicts and prostitutes who proposition him anytime he leaves his room after sunset. He learned the hard way to never keep valuables in his room, the first night there all of the money he had to his name was stolen. The motel room was supposed to be temporary, he was supposed to stay just long enough to put in an application on a new place, he even had one in mind. He had enough money for his move in expenses and he was hungry but didn't want to carry around that much cash. He thought it'd be safe underneath the mattress, he thought wrong.

It was the second worse day of his life.

The first was when Nash left him.

Nash. The light of his life, his reason for being walked out of his life and never looked back.

He wonders if Nash thinks of him at all and the thought that he might not breaks his soul apart.

He glumly stares at the screen of his phone, it's the only tie he has left to his former life.

A present from Nash for his birthday, a rose gold iPhone. He knows he should get rid of it, he should pawn it or sell it for money but it's the only thing he has left from Nash. The phone contains all of his memories, his proof that at one point in his life he was deliriously happy.

But that life is gone, taken from him by someone he trusted, by someone he never imagined would sabotage his happiness.

He understands why Nash left him, why he didn't give Cameron a chance to explain. The evidence seemed irrefutable. Nash was lead to believe that he had been manipulated by Cameron, that he shouldn't give Cameron a chance to explain because he would convince him that what he heard was a lie.

Nash was told that Cameron was just using him for his money, that all Cameron cared about was how much money Nash made and what kind of things he bought for him.

He plays the so-called recording of him admitting he was using Nash in his head. The person that created had watched with a triumphant smile on their face as panic settled deep inside Cameron when Cameron heard the recording himself. The recording seemed 100% real, if it had been anyone else, Cameron would have sworn that it was a real recording. But it was him and he knows he never said anything like that, he knows he never had that conversation with that person.

It was a person he had grown close to because of Nash, someone who had never hinted that they were jealous of his relationship with the blue-eyed social media sensation. Never in a million years would he have thought that that person would betray him like that.

They had toured together, Cameron had joined Nash on his meet and greet tour, he had spent hours at the merchandise table, selling his boyfriend's merch. He had helped pack everything after the show was over; he had worked hard. Nash's family had loved him, they had accepted him just as he was into their family. Elizabeth had called him her son-in-law, Chad had taken him golfing, Hayes and Skylynn had loved to play with him and spend time with him.

He had been completely immersed in the Grier family, he had become one of them.

He was happy. For the first time in his entire life, he was happy.

Deliriously happy.

Anything could happen and as long as he had Nash, it didn't matter.

Until he was betrayed.

Betrayed in the worst way possible. The person not only broke up his relationship, they had ruined his life.

He hadn't been so bad before he met Nash, he had a small studio apartment and worked at the beach offering jet ski lessons. It was his own small business, his mother had given him his college fund and instead of going to school, he bought jet skis and started a business. It wasn't insanely profitable but it paid his bills and gave him a little extra for fun stuff.

That's where he met Nash Grier and his life changed forever.

He can remember quite clearly the first jet ski lesson he ever gave Nash. Nash's jet ski had stalled and Cameron jumped from his own and climb onto Nash's to restart it. He remembers how close they were, how he felt shocks every time they touched. He hadn't even known how famous Nash was, he'd never been the type to be too heavily into social media.

He smiles sadly and closes his eyes as he lets his memories run through his mind.

Nash is charismatic, his smile can make anyone do anything and Cameron wasn't immune.

He fell. He fell hard for him.

He sold his jet skis, sold his furniture and gave up his apartment to go touring with Nash.

He thought they were forever.

He was wrong.

He was wrong and he's paying the price.

His position at the factory barely pays for his necessities, it was the first position he could find and no matter how many times he applies to other jobs no one wants to hire him.

He's stuck.

He's stuck and he sees no way out, he can't help but despair. He's always tried to be a positive person but it's hard to be positive when you've lost the love of your life and you live in an extended stay motel that's infested with roaches and rats. He can never leave food in his room, the rats will come out to play and have a party with anything he leaves out. He made that mistake one time and then never again.

"I just need one chance, baby." He whispers to himself, as if Nash was lying on the bed beside him.

"One conversation." He mutters sadly.

"Just one."

A/N- thoughts?