secrecy • cameron dallas

= TENTH =

= Brooke =

"What should we get?" I ask Nash as we walk along the condiments and sauces aisle in Walmart. "Just grab anything that you think is nasty. That's what I do for my videos." He shrugs.

He got back from London two days ago, and he immediately came to Andrea's apartment to pay me a visit. And, here we are now, two days later, buying stuff for my new video. 

I did as what he instructed and grabbed about 15 stuff out of there, swiftly piling them into the cart. "Where are you going?" I ask Nash as he entered another aisle, instead of heading to the cashier.

"I'm getting food. You never know when you're hungry." He threw a few bags of chips, and headed to the beverages. "And you never know when you get dehydrated." He adds, putting a large bottle of soda in the cart, as well.

"And oh, the large plastic thingies so that we can get messy and not stain Andrea's walls." I nod, looking for it and getting it once I caught sight of it.

"Are you all good now?" I ask, him, smiling like a 5 year-old and nodding.

. . .

"We need to be careful because the last time I did this, someone had to get stitches." Nash reminded as I started recording and was getting in the frame.

"Yeah, I'm not stupid, Nash. I know what I'm doing." I roll my eyes, sitting beside him. "So, are you saying Cam's stupid?" Nash asked, smiling teasingly, me, rolling my eyes.

"I didn't say that! I was speaking for myself, not for anybody else. Get your facts straight, boy." I replied. "Now, I have to cut that off." I glare at him while he was laughing.

I breathed in, trying to get in my zone, "What's up, guys?" I exclaim, making Nash jump a bit on his seat. "That fcking shocked me." He said, making me laugh.

"I'll do it again." I said, fixing myself on my seat. "What's up, guys?" I greeted on a calmer tone. "It's Brielle here, with..." Nash trailed, copying me. "Nash Grier." I answer for him, nodding at the camera.

I laugh afterwards, and quickly stopped. "Today, we're doing the Food Trivia, I think. If that's what it's called " I said, shrugging.

"If you don't know how this works, it's simple. I ask Nash questions about me, and if he gets the wrong answer, I slap him with any of these sauces or condiments right here, and then he does the same to me afterwards. It's kind of like the bestfriend tag."

"But, it's not, or is it?" Nash winks the camera. "So, let's get started." I said, grabbing the ketchup bottle, opening it, and squirted him with it.

. . .

"How many siblings do I have?" I ask the seated, shirtless, and blindfolded Nash in front of me. I let him take his turn first, and let's just say, this was only my third question, and he has a lot of food on his body, already.

"None?" He says, sounding more of a question. I make a wrong, beep sound, getting the hot sauce on top of the counter and opening it.

"How many do you have?" He asks. "One." I let the hot sauce rain on his head, laughing when he started to kind of get scared. "Be careful, dude. I don't want this sht getting in my eyes."

"Hah, too late." I say when he started taking the blind-fold off, and ran towards the sink. "This fcking hurts like fcking hell, Bri. I'm not kidding." He curses, me, still laughing, but deep inside, I know I was getting guilty.

I stopped laughing when the guilt took over me. I pulled him back to the chair, and examined his eyes - like that helps.

I pushed him off when he burped and blew the air towards my face, making him laugh. "That's wasn't cool, Nash."

"I know, but I don't care." He said, shrugging.

. . .

"Now, how many siblings do I have?" He asks, me, sitting on the chair, blind-folded. "The questions you give me are easy." I chuckle. I hear him moving around and he was probably, getting ready to squirt me with whatever.

"How many, Bri?" He repeats, opening the lid of one of the sauces on the counter. "Three." I smiled, successfully when I heard him swear. "Fck."

"How do you even know that?" He asks, making me remove my blind-fold and look at him like he just said something dumb. "How do I not? Everyone knows that." I shrug.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now, put your blind-fold back on!" He shouts, making me put my hands on my ear. "You're so loud."

"Really? I didn't quite notice." He shouts, again, me, putting the blind-fold back on.

. . .

"Wanna hang today?" Zach asks through the phone. Nash and I finished shooting my video at 2 in the afternoon, leaving me with so many hours to do nothing.

"Yeah, okay. I'll just send you my address and we just chill over here." I said, hiding every possible thing about Brielle in my room. Andrea was gone for the day, and tomorrow, leaving me alone, in her apartment.

Nothing could go wrong now, right?

"Alright. I'll be there in a bit." He says, hanging up. I text him the location of the apartment immediately, and before I knew it, he was already knocking on the door.

"What are your plans for the next school year?" I ask him, half-way through the movie we were watching. "I'd probably apply for football scholarships at some colleges."

"That's great." Well, at least, he already has plans for college, while here I am, having no idea on what to do with my life. "What about you? What are your plans?" He asks, making me shrug.

"I have nothing, to be honest." I smile, sadly. "That's fine. You have the entire summer to think about it." He smiles, and just then, we forgot about the topic.

We were in the middle of a conversation about dolphins - not even watching the movie, anymore - when someone knocked at the door.

"Bri, I left my phone in there!" Zach looked at me, confused. "Who is that?" He asks, while I completely panic, lowkey, though.

Just when I thought, nothing could go wrong.

"Oh, hey, let's play hide and seek! Why don't you hide in the bathroom and stay there until I find you, okay? Okay." I literally push him in the bathroom, closing it shut.

"Wait for a minute!" I shout at Nash, who was still outside. I ran towards my room, grabbed the wig, and put it on. I didn't even bother to re-apply tons of make-up.

I was panting when I opened the door, Nash, raising a brow at me. "What were you doing?" He asks, getting in and grabbing his phone on the kitchen counter.

"I was doing some running." I smile widely, wider than what it should've just been. He was already heading towards the door when he stopped midway and stared at me.

My heart was racing against my chest, and I'm silently hoping that he's not hearing it. "You look different." He said, still staring at me.

I played it cool, rolling my eyes. "I have lesser amount of make-up on." I say, casually. He smiles, "That's nice. You should probably wear that everyday." He says as he started making his way towards the door again.

"Nah. I like it my way." I say, smiling. He nods, stepping out of the apartment and into the hallway. "See you." He smiles, making me nod. Once I closed the door, I immediately removed the wig, throwing it into my room.

Now, one more thing. I walked towards the bathroom, opening it, and looked at Zach, nervously.

"Hehe, found you?"

= = =

Yooo, Nash is back, and so am I. Hope you're all doing good, and stay tuned for Cam's arrival, soon. :))

= caxdallas =