Just Friends: A Cameron Dallas FanFiction

One

I watched him, as he walked over to me. My best friend, the famous Cameron Dallas, I mean, I am a model for Abrocombie myself, he wouldn't hang out with me if I wasn't popular. I was waiting for him outside of the studio. He had something to ask me. His perfect brown hair, his chocolate brown eyes, his muscles, his abs I could see through his tight, white shirt. Damn, I couldn't help but fall for him. I've been in love with Cameron Dallas for two years. And nothing has happened. Sure, we have became better friends. But friends is all we are, and it seems like all we will ever be.

He stops in front of me before he gives me a goofy grin of his.
"Hey Luce." He says. Cameron gives me a nickname for my nickname. My real name is Lucena, everyone calls me Lucy. No one knows that my real name in Lucena but him, and my dad of course.
"Hi Cameron." I say, while biting my lip. This boy is to much for me to handle. He is hot. I lick my lips. "What's up?" I ask. Cameron just finished recording. His hair is still perfect, because it is hidden under his baseball cap.
"Can we go to my house and watch a movie?" Cameron asks, in his deep, husky voice that makes my heart skip a beat. He hasn't asked me to hang out with him in forever, so I was happy that he did.
"Uh, yeah, sure." I say. I just finished my photo shoot, So I had time. I wanted to go with him anyways.
"Cool, let's go." Cameron says while grabbing his phone. I follow him to his truck. And he opens the door for me, I smirk.
"My hero." I mumble. He chuckles. He goes to the drivers seat, and starts leaving the school.

Cameron turns on the radio, and it starts playing Boyfriend by Justin Bieber. My cheeks heat up. I don't even know why. Cameron smirks.
"How was your day?" He asks, bored.
"Fine. I'm honestly exhausted." I say, he smiles.
"Same." Cameron replies, switching the channel. "Is there any good music on!" Cameron complains, which causes me to laugh. "I give up." He says, before he turns off the radio.
"Your so weird." I say, he rolls his eyes.
"Hey, I'm not as weird as you at least." Cameron says. I shrug. He laughs. "It's fine. You hang out with me though, so you don't seem as weird." Cameron says, giving me a wink as he pulls into his drive way. I roll my eyes.

"That's true." I say, sarcastically. He smiles, as we climb out of the car. Cameron lives in a mansion. I am not even kidding. Cameron grabs his key from his backpack, and unlocks the door to his house. He opens the door, slowly. He holds the door open for me, and I walk into his huge house. Cameron is rich as fuck.
"I'm going to go change out of my clothes and stuff." Cameron says, running upstairs. I come to Cameron's house all the time. Well, I haven't been to his house recently. I don't know what happened. It just hurts me so much to be around him at all. It makes my body ache for him now. It has became that bad. I sit down on their coach. And I hear Cameron's footsteps as he makes his way downstairs.

"What movie are we watching?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow. I am holding the remote and already skipping through Netflix. "Wait. I found one." I say, clicking on 13 going on 30.
"No way. That movie is lame." Cameron says. "I say we watch iron man." He says, but I click on the movie. And Cameron glares at me. He pushes me down on the couch, so I was laying down. And he connected our hips together. I don't think that he was even thinking. But he just started to tickle me. His hands rubbing up and down my sides, tickling me, making me laugh. But I could feel his dick, against my core.

He didn't seem to care, he just kept on tickling me, as I laughed so hard. I could feel my core start to ache. Wetness overcoming me.
"Cameron- Stop!" I say, through laughs. "I will watch iron man." I choke out. He pulls his hands away, grabs the remote from me and smirks.
"Thank you." He says winking at me. I roll my eye. My core was throbbing. I closed my eyes as the movie started, wanted to get rid of my horniess. Damn, Cameron Dallas, what are you doing to me? This is why I stopped hanging out with him. Because when he does one, innocent thing. I start to feel sexually frustrated. And I have a ache Inbetween my legs to rip at.
"I'm heading to the bathroom." I say, standing up, feeling awful in my core.
"Okay." Cameron says, barley glancing at him. And I run to the bathroom to rip the ache in between my legs.

A little strong way to start out a book, but enjoy