secrecy • cameron dallas

= FOURTH =

= Brooke =

An inch. That was the distance of Cameron's face from mine. I looked at his eyes which were already staring at my own.

Before I can even react, he immediately backed away, leaving me still in shock, but I was quick enough to recover.

He, then, started taking his shirt and pants off. What was happening, you might ask? Well, he was just actually dared to run around the lobby in his underwear.

But, what was he doing an inch away from my face, you might ask, again? Well, he was also dared to kiss me, all in one tweet.

It was actually his plan to give my viewers the pleasure to get 2 dares from one tweet, instead of just one, but not really since he didn't literally kiss me.

I was against it, believe me, but what can I say? I'd do anything to make my viewers curious... happy, I mean.

I stopped recording and removed the camera from the tripod, and exactly, Cameron was done taking off his clothes and to the lobby we go.

. . .

"I can't believe you're doing this." Andrea mutters, and just then the elevator door opened, and the people waiting were shocked to see Cameron wearing nothing but his underwear.

We follow him, holding back our laughs while he started to run all around the lobby. The funniest part was the disturbed faces we see from everyone.

One security noticed Cameron, and Brent shouted at him, getting his attention. When he pointed at the security guard, Cameron sprints towards the elevator, us following closely.

Before the security caught on to us, we were already in the elevator, laughing our arse off.

. . .

"Is this picture and CamBri real?" Andrea reads, making Brent react, "Oh! I've seen lots of that, awhile ago."

"What is a CamBri?" I ask her, curious. I'm pretty sure I haven't heard that before. "It's a ship, hun." Andrea replies, making me raise an eyebrow.

"Of you and Cam."

"I think, I've heard that before." Cameron said, making me look at him. "Really? That's a thing?"

"Apparently, yeah." Brent replies as Andrea stares at her phone. "Woah, for a second there, I was actually about to believe this picture is real."

Cameron and I peek at the picture, and it was a manip of me and him. "Well, that's a good photo..." I compliment, "...but Cameron and I haven't really taken a picture together."

"And no, CamBri isn't real, guys. Brielle and I are just good friends." I mentally cringe at what he said.

"Yeah, exactly." I smile, not meaning every single word. Cameron and I are not friends, we're far away from that. Rivals are more acceptable.

"Next one!" Andrea shouts, Cameron getting his phone for the next truth or dare.

. . .

1 in the morning, and I'm still wide awake. Filming videos are fun, but editing them, not really.

Brent is completely knocked out, making me lonely. I've been editing since 6 in the evening, after we all ate dinner, and luckily after 7 hours of hardwork, I'm almost done.

"New video will be up in 15 minutes." I tweet after doing the finishing touches of the editted video.

. . .

"Wow, you're alone. Isn't that new?" I roll my eyes as I took a look on who it was. "Go away."

"And why would I do that?" He asks, sitting on the seat across from me, placing his plate on the table.