Michael's P.O.V
I smiled as my phone lit up with my girlfriend Kandi's name. I read her text. "I'll be at your concert later, hoping maybe I could stop by the bus tonight?? ;) hugs and kisses xoxoxo" Fuck yeah. Sex. "Course babygurl, See you tonight ;D" I replied. I jumped off my bunk and swaggered down the bus, extremely happy. Dillon looked up at me. "What happened to you?" I smiled and shook my head. "Oh okay, I'm getting laid!" I skipped down to the front of the bus and sat down on the passenger seat. "Hey Cam, want be to drive? I'm in a good mood!" Cameron grinned and pulled over. "It's all yours bro."
Cameron's P.O.V
I kept thinking about Holly. I'll never see her again. If only I could spend just one night with her, I'd die a happy man.
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FOUR HOURS LATER, THE CONCERT IS JUST OVER
Mikey had already ran off back to the bus with his girlfriend, he wants some time alone with her. They better be fast. I'll kill him if I walk in on that. I was signing photos for fans and taking pictures with them, when I recognised one. A beautiful girl with long brown hair, large blue eyes and pale, but flawless skin. Holly. "Why are you at an AllStar Weekend concert?" I tried to contain my excitement. "I came with my friend." she sighed. "But she got sick and her mom came and picked her up. She asked me to get autographs."
I smiled and signed the picture of me she had. "Is anyone coming to pick you up?" She nodded. "Do ya wanna hang back stage with us while you wait?" She crossed he arms. "Will you guys make a video saying how much you love my friend?" I took a step closer to her and whispered in her ear. "I'll do whatever you want baby." She slapped me but I didn't even flinch. Just smirked.
Holly's P.O.V
I narrowed my eyes at Cameron. I really didn't want to hang out with him but I wanted that video. I let Zach lead me backstage while Cameron signed some more autographs. I tried to make conversation with him, but it was awkward..
"So uh.. have you known Cameron long?" I asked him.
He scratched the back of his neck. "Since 7th Grade.."
"Oh.. cool.."
"So.. uh.. Are you his new squeeze or what?" He mumbled.
I laughed. Me? Cameron's girlfriend? No way.
"Haha.. No.. Just friends." Were we even friends?
Just then Cameron strolled in, a huge grin stretched across his face. "Hey babe."
"Mr. Quiseng.." I rolled my eyes
"Mrs. Quiseng." He winked.
I pulled a sick face. "Ew. Don't even go there! And anyway, my best friend has already announced that you two are getting married, so I don't wanna get in the way of that!"
Cameron smirked and lowered his voice, "She never has to know babygirl.."
I turned around, I didn't really want to talk to him. Zach, who had been sitting in the corner watching this, quite amused, had left to go find Michael. "Were alone now.." Cameron grinned. I gently pushed him away and headed to the snack table. "Wanna have some fun?" I ignored him and ate a chip. He walked up to me and stroked my cheek. My mouth was full so I couldn't say anything, but I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster. He took my hand and gestured for the back door. "No! My ride will be here in ten minutes!" I said firmly, shaking him off.
Cameron's P.O.V
I was about to say that you could do alot in ten minutes, but I figured that would offend her. She was a total stunner, I had to get her in my bed one way or another. "Can I at least have your number? It would mean the world to me?" I gave her my sweetest look. "Oh fine!" She took out her mobile and entered it into mine. "Thanks." I grinned. Just then, we heard a huge crash.
"What was that?" Holly asked, her voice shrill. We rushed outside, and saw a wrecked car, in flames, smashed against the side of the building.
"MOM! DAD!" screamed Holly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
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James doesn't try || A Cameron Quiseng Story
FanfictionCameron Quiseng. Bass Player for AllStar Weekend. Ridiculously good-looking. Sweet talker. Player. He can never commit to any one girl. But can one special east coast sweetheart change all of that?