secrecy • cameron dallas

= THIRTY FOURTH =

= Brooke =

@camerondallas: Lips lips lips lips lips

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"And, scene!"

I immediately pushed him away, not really knowing what to do next. I was thankful Alex had to cut it already, or else, I would go crazy. I was already enjoying the kiss, and believe me, that's not supposed to happen.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Well, looking all concerned is definitely not helping, Cameron. You're messing up my feelings even more, and you don't even know it. I shook my head, rather too quickly, and put on a small, quick smile.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." I responded while slowly attempting to walk away. "Good job, people! That's a wrap!" Alex shouted, once again, making everyone clap and congratulate each other. I was just about to completely take off, when a crew yelled, "Group picture!"

Everyone huddled in the middle part of the set, while I was still standing in my spot, not knowing where to go for there were a lot of people. Just then, a hand grabbed mine and pulled me towards the middle, front row. I looked over to my side to see Cameron.

Of course, it had to be him.

"Okay, smile!" The one taking the photo started counting while I placed an awkward, but sweet smile, at the same time. Cameron was still holding my hand, and I honestly don't know what to do.

After taking several pictures, everyone continued with packing everything up, while I removed Cameron's hold from me. "I need to go do something." I informed him, while he was still looking at me, as if he knows I'm having some sort of problem.

He was hesitant at first, but still nodded and faked a smile. I immediately made my way towards my tent, and sat in front of the vanity mirror. "No, no, no." I tell myself, while hitting my forehead with my palm multiple times. "This can't happen; it's not supposed to happen!" I tell my reflection, exasperated.

I can't possibly have feelings for Cameron, can I?

. . .

"Fcking wake up!" Before I could even react to whoever shouted, the deafening sound of an airhorn went off. "Ow." I muttered, upon making contact with the floor. "Good morning, Bri!" I slowly looked up, only to see Niki smiling innocently, an airhorn in hand.

"It's not a good morning, anymore." I whispered to myself before standing to jump back on my bed, but before I could do so, the airhorn went off, again, making me shriek. "You gotta stop doing that!"

"How did you get in, anyway? As far as I remember, you don't have a key to my apartment." She lifted her other hand up, showing a spare key. "Cameron gave it back yesterday."

Cameron.

Just hearing his name sent the butterflies in my stomach go wild. My heart was also racing against my chest, and the only thing I could do is curse him inside my brain.

Curse him because he's doing this to me, and he doesn't even know it.

"Did he say why?" And there goes the nosy part of me. "He's heading to Milan today for the Dolce and Gabbana show. He's staying there for a few days."  She replied, informing me. I only nod in response.

Just then, I heard clanking from downstairs, and I was already positive that someone broke into my apartment but before I could even grab some hard object to hit the supposedly robber with, Niki stopped me from doing so.

"It's just Bianca. She hasn't eaten breakfast, so she's probably going through your fridge." I didn't know whether I should be relieved - knowing it was just my friend, or worried - knowing both Niki and Bianca will be eating all my food supplies.

"What brought you two here, anyway?" I ask, heading towards the stairs, Niki following shortly after. "It's yours and our day-off, so we have nothing to do all day." I nod, playfully glaring at Bianca who was eating my favorite cereal.

"So, are we staying in or are we going out?" Bianca asks while she comfortably sits on my couch. "Let's just stay in. You guys can watch any movie or show you want on my TV, while I sleep upstairs." I suggested, already ready to sprint towards the stairs.

"Nope, you're joining us." Niki said, pulling me into the couch with the two of them. Before I can even reach out for the remote, I already saw Bianca holding it, and I just sighed, knowing I still won't win with them.

I don't really remember much after Bianca and Niki argued with what to watch next, because in the middle of them, fighting over which season of Teen Wolf to watch, sleep took over me.

. . .

I woke up to my phone vibrating, and even though I don't clearly see who was calling, I still answered the call. "Hello?" I greeted. "Brooke, where are you?" I know that voice too well, and it's no other than my main btch, Kaye.

"Please don't tell me you did something stupid, again." I whined, throwing my head back, a bit. "What made you say that?" She asks, laughing nervously. "The last time you asked that, Zach was here in LA." I inform her.

"So, where are you, again?" She asks, while I yawn and rub my eyes. "At my apartment." I answer, looking around to see Niki and Bianca were nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a piece of paper under the TV remote with Bianca's handwriting.

I can't believe you slept while we were watching Teen Wolf, but you're lucky we didn't try waking you up. We needed to go, and like I said, you were sleeping, and we wanted to be nice friends for once so we didn't bother waking you up. And yeah xx - Bianca

It says. "Oh, fck." I actually forgot I was talking to Kaye on the other line. "What is it?" I ask, while standing up from laying down on the couch, and walked upstairs to where my heavenly bed was. "Oh, it's nothing. I just saw the biggest mouse outside, so yeah. Bye!" With that, she ended the call.

I know she's hiding something, but I'm too tired to push her to tell me, so I guess, I'm letting it pass today. I'll just force her to tell me tomorrow. Once I was in my room, I literally dived in my bed, snuggling closer to my pillows and duvet.

When I was already about to drift off to sleep, the doorbell rang, making me groan in frustration. Why am I always interrupted during my sleep?

I crankily stood up, grabbing the blanket that was hung on the feet of my bed, and put it over my head. I covered myself with it, not caring if I looked like an alien. I sighed before opening the door.

"Brooke!" Once I heard that familiar voice, the tiredness and sleepiness I've been feeling all day immediately vanished. I don't know if it's because of happiness, or because of guilt or something related to that feeling.

It's Zach.

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yo idk if that made sense or what because i'm only like half-awake right now so i apologize if it sucks or smthn. I didn't proof-read this, too, so if there are any mistakes, I apologize again. Idek what I'm saying anymore lol. As always, stay tuned for more! :))

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