Crash Into Your Heart

Chapter 7//Love You Too

Ok, so I should've done this in the previous chapter, but I completely forgot.
The idea of Peyton asking Cameron for a kiss is brilliant. However, I am sad to say (as I wish I would have thought of it) that I didn't come up with it on my own.
WATTPADer annalatham messaged me and told me her idea. I couldn't resist using it, so here we have it, a awesome idea that I'm glad to have in my story.
Im sorry for interrupting your reading-on second thought, I'm actually not because this dedicated reader deserves to be credited- but, without further ado, here is the next chapter.
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"PUT ME DOWN" I yell at Cameron. I thump his back with my fists repeatedly. He lets out a sigh. "This would be easier for both of us if you'd just calm down." He struggles to climb through the window, which I imagine is pretty hard considering I'm slung over his shoulder.
"Never!"
"Cutie!" He yells at me. "Stop squirming or we're both going to fall off the roof!"
I start to chant "Put me down", as Cameron finally gets us both through the window. He gently lays me down on a bed that's in the room.
     I glare up at him. "You're a liar."
"Oh, and how's that?" A amused look crosses his face.
I give him a pouty face and say, "You said that if I went through the window you would do anything I want you to. I said I want you to kiss me, but u won't do it. I did my part and now you won't do yours!"
He sits next to where I'm laying on the bed, his shoulders slumped.
He lets out a frustrated sigh and takes off his beanie, running his hand through his hair.
"I-cutie it's not that- well, ugh. It's complicated."
He glanced down at me and I give him puppy eyes.
"Why do you have to be so cute?"
I giggle at that.
Suddenly the door to the bedroom is flung open. A girl with long legs and a short skirt stands in the doorway. Her blonde hair is curled to perfection and her makeup looks like it passed up 'over the top' a while ago.
"Cameron!" she barks. "What the hell is going on?! I couldn't find you for two hours, and I come up to find you with this..... bitch.
She sneers at me, but I can't take her seriously. I break into a fit of laughter as I think how much she resembles a pit bull when she does that.
"Uh!" a I-can't-believe-she-just-did-that look crosses her face.
Cameron stands up, fixing his beanie back into place. "Jessica, nothing is going on here. We were hanging out and she just got a little, uh, tipsy," he says glancing at me as I begin to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
"Yeah, well I'm glad you had fun." -I giggle again, because she's clearly anything but glad-"because now you have all the time in the world to have fun with her. We're over Cameron."
He smoothly smiles and says, " Was 'bout time."
She losses completely loses it screeching, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
He looks at her with a cold stare. "I didn't want to be with a control freak like you anyways."
She screams at the top of her lungs and then stomps away.
Cameron sits back down on the bed. "Shit, I've been wanting to do that for forever."
I look up at him. "What made you decide to do it now?"
He hesitantly looks at me, then shrugs. "You."
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     The next morning, my head is killing me. It doesn't exactly help that Charlie and Millie are standing in my room screaming at each other.
"I hate you!!!!!"
"Why are you always so mean to me?"
"Maybe if you didn't steal my stuff, I'd be a little more pleasant!!"
"I just wanted to use it for one minute!"
"Well, you lost it and now I have no idea where it is! God, Mil, why are you such a pain in the a-"
At the sound of their piercing screams, my eyes pop open and I jump out of bed.
"What the heck is wrong with you two?!" I yell, thankfully interrupting the profanity that was coming out of Charlie's mouth. "I have a splitting head ache and you guys are both screaming at the top of you lungs in my room. If you two don't get out right now, I swear to God you will both regret the day you were born," I say in my deadliest voice.
         Millie's face is streaked with tears, and she looks up at me with a truly terrified face, but I'm way to angry and dizzy feeling to care.
      Charlie, meanwhile, tears her glare away from Millie. "Whatever!" she yells as she stomps out of my room and pounds down the stairs.
I flop back down on my bed, then notice Millie's still here sniffling.
"Millie," I groan, "get out."
"B-but what ab-about Ch-Charlie," she hiccups. I sigh. "Your going to have to talk to mom about her Mils. I really don't feel well right now." Millie begins to sob again, and I actually do feel bad for her. Charlie can really act like a jerk sometimes.
"Come here Mils." I envelope her in my arms and whisper, "She can be such a phulumpunump, can't she?" Millie giggles a little. When we were younger, phulumpunump was our name for people we didn't like, although now I know names that would fit those people much better. Mom doesn't want curse words said in front of Millie though, so I stick to the good old ways.
"Just give Charlie some time to cool off. Now scoot!" I say as I give Millie a light shove off my bed. As she races out of my room with a smile now on her face, I roll my eyes affectionately. No doubt she's skipping off to watch reruns of the Discovery channel.
I lay back down and sigh, my head still killing me. I can't help the small smile that plays on my lips when I think about last night, though. Sure I was drunk, but I still remember bits and parts of what happened.
I'm starting to like Cameron. And not just as a friend. Honestly, I think he might feel the same way. I can't help it, he's cute, funny, and not to mention nice. He's not what I thought he'd be when I first saw him. The things running through my head were anything but good. I'd been so sure that he was a fuckboy, a player, a womanizer, anything you want to call it. I guess I was wrong.
I think about how Cameron offered to take me home when Sier wouldn't answer her texts. Not to mention how cool his ride-wait, I abruptly sit up, causing a sharp pain to go searing through my head. What did happen to Sier? After she went to the bathroom, I didn't see her for the rest of the night.
I race downstairs to grab a Advil for my headache and my phone that I flung onto the counter last night.
I'm clicking her contact as I swig down the Advil with a glass of water.
ring
ring
ring
ring
"Hello?" she answers groggily.
"Where were you last night?! You go to the bathroom, don't come back for a good 15 minutes, and then won't answer my texts." I say, anger I didn't even realize was there seeping into my voice.
She pauses.
"Well?" I say.
"I...Pay, I met someone."
"What?"
"I met a guy, and he was really nice. I just kind of.......forgot about everything. I'm so sorry Pay."
"No, it's fine," I say, relief flooding through me. "I was just worried, you know? I mean, for all I knew you could have been hurt."
"I know"- I can hear guilt lacing her tone-"I really should have told you. Or texted you. Or somehow contacted you."
"Don't worry about it Sier. You just scared me, that's all."
"Yeah, that was such a dick move on my part. I mean we went to the party together, so that we could actually, you know, hang out together."
"Sooo, about this guy," I say, trying to change the topic. "I want dets."
"Oh my gosh yes!"-her excitement evident-" I feel so tired though," she says, tiredness returning to her voice, "I think I'm gonna go back to sleep. But I'll definitely hit you up sometime tomorrow ok? Love you babe."
" Sounds good. Love you too."
I set my phone down on the counter just as Charlie walks in. She doesn't even give me a fleeting glance, seeing as she's too busy typing away on her phone.
Even though she annoys the crap out of me, I repress a smile. She's just your typical teen. I feel like every house has one of those. She's always wearing her long brown hair in a pony tail, and flip flops on her feet that make a smacking noise whenever she walks. She always has bubblegum too, constantly blowing bubbles. I try not to chuckle as the thought strikes me that she looks like the moody teen that almost every T.V. show about a family has.
Her phone case is bedazzled in shiny pink gems, and she always wears sparkly eyeshadow. Honestly, she could be the poster child for 'Drama Queen'. The fact that she basically lives in crazy patterned leggings and bohemian tops proves my point.
"Why are you staring at me?" she asks curiously, snapping me out of my daze.
Love you too. Hint the sarcasm.
"No reason."
"Oh, ok," she replies with a small smile and soft tone. She really can be a softie sometimes.
"Whatever." She says it with her usual sass and I-don't-care-about-anything tone and looks back at her phone. I roll my eyes. And she's back ladies and gentleman. Once in a while, she'll act like she actually cares, but then it's like she realizes she's accidentally dropped her cool and she'll just go back to being her bratty self.
I shuffle over to the fridge and grab some milk for the cereal I plan on eating. As I open the fridge, I turn on my phone to check the time.
My eyes widen when I realize that it is not only a Friday, but it's 8:00.
Crap.
I stuff the milk back in the fridge and race up the stairs.
There's no way I have time for a shower, I think as I let out a loud groan. I quickly pull on a white tee and some over-all shorts that have white stripes. I race to my bathroom, shaking my bottle of dry shampoo in one hand as I try to apply some mascara with the other.
Definitely not a good idea. I end up sacking my head with the bottle and smudging mascara across my nose and right eyelid. I scrub off the mascara quickly, and decide today is a no makeup day, no matter how crappy I look. I quickly spritz the spots of my hair that no longer look fresh and through it into a messy bun. After my teeth are brushed, I rush out the door yelling "Love you guys!"
When I get to work, the store is surprisingly quiet. I can't help but be a little relieved, since I'm almost 20 minutes late.
I look around for Cameron inside the shop, but can't find him. I check the garage too. I notice his car is parked in the driveway, so he's gotta be here.
I glance at the blue house, a uneasy feeling settling in my stomach. I feel really comfortable here, I've gotten to know my way around and Mr. Davis and Cameron seem to like me.
But I've never gone inside the blue house. I mean, it's not that I'm scared of it or anything. It's just that, I haven't exactly been invited inside.
I walk up the porch steps cautiously. Knocking on the door as loudly as I can, I sigh in relief. It's not that bad. I'm such a wuss, I think to myself.
When no reply comes, I open the glass door, only to find that the wooden one behind it isn't closed all the way. Against my better judgement, I decide to go in. What a mistake.
As I walk inside the house, I notice that it has polished wood floors and is nicely furnished. I look around. "Cameron?"
I hear something fall over upstairs. I gingerly walk up the staircase that is located in front of the front door.
When I get upstairs, I follow the carpeted, narrow hallway. Not before I glance down the balcony at the front door, wondering if I should just wait downstairs. Nah, I think. If I'm expected to be at the shop, he should be too, I'm not the only employee for a reason.
As I walk down the hall, I stop at a door. I can hear whispering coming from behind it.
I pull I open, already starting a speech that is supposed to give Cameron the chewing-out-of-a-life-time.
"Cameron I seriously cannot believe that you would just ditch the sho-"
I stop mid-sentence when I see him and Jessica making out, quite passionately, on his bed.

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SOOO, what do you think this means? Why is he doing this to her? Well, my dears, don't worry I've got it all planned out. *not the evil smile* Don't worry though! *quickly tries to cover up the freaky smile I just through your way* It all turns out for the best
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