Married To My Best Friend

s i x t e e n : instincts

♛♕♛ | A B I G Ä I L | ♕♛♕

After hugging for about five minutes, I pulled away and stared into his beautiful brown eyes that stared back at my dull plain eyes. He smiled at me as his eyes scanned through the features on my face.

We both tilted to the side to face each other with his legs on either sides of my body as I cross my legs and sat closer to him.

I cupped his cheeks with both my hands and smiled," God I've missed you so much."

"Hey Im not god. Im Cameron! But the ladies have said that I'm like a god in bed," Cameron wiggled his eyes playfully at me.

I gasped and playfully slapped his chest to which he chuckled and tighten his grip on my waist.

"Have you been eating these past few days?" I stroked his cheek softly.

Cameron broke eye contact with me and tucked my stray locks behind my ear," Yes."

I furrowed my brows," Don't lie to me."

"Im not lying to you," He brushed my hair." I have been eating. But just not as much." He finished, smiling a little.

"Why not?" I tilted my head slightly.

He shook his head, dropping his hands onto his lap," Just wasn't hungry I guess."

As if sensing his discomfort, I dropped the topic and stood up. Cameron looked at me confusingly, wondering what I was doing.

I held out a hand waiting for him to wrap it with his hand," Well come on."

"Where are we going?" He questioned.

"To the cafeteria," I answered in an obvious tone.

Cameron tilted his head in confusion.

"To get some food," I continued.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at me like I was mental which I probably am.

"For you," I say in a ' dur ' manner.

"What for? Im not hungry. And I'm probably sure that you aren't too."

I placed my hands on either sides of my waist and frowned, "Are you kidding me? Im Abigail Strikings. Food is basically my best friend! I'll accept food any time, any day. So get your perfectly sculpted ass up and follow me to the cafeteria."

Cameron laughed," You think my ass is perfectly sculpted?"

I raised my hands up in the air and dropped it back down.

"Was that the only thing you heard in my rant?" I asked flabbergasted.

"Maybe."

I rolled my eyes playfully," I give up." I turned to walk away when a hand gripped itself onto my wrist, stopping my tracks.

"Okay, fine I'll follow you."

I smiled gleefully and jumped up and down while clapping my hands joyfully like some five year old when they get candy.

"You're such a child," He muttered thinking that I couldn't hear him.