Besotted // Cameron Dallas

this is all bs.

^brooklyn & her song

"Cameron is not my boyfriend!" I close my eyes and huff out a breath.

"Then why is everyone saying that you guys are dating?" Gina frowns.

"Everyone isn't. It's just Sierra ships too hard. The ship has already sunk." Cameron shrugs. Nash is smirking at me beside him.

I awkwardly shift away, giving him a weird look.

"I thought they were dating." Sierra adds.

"I told you. I'm dating Logan." I cross my arms.

Gina claps her hands. "So you do have a boyfriend! I have to call your mother!" She scurries away, leaving the four of us to stare at each other.

"Well, I'm just going to leave you guys." Sierra laughs and darts away up the stairs.

The boy, Nash, stands up and walks in front of me. I tilt my head and stare at him back.

"I'm Nash Grier." He sticks his hand out.

I slowly shake it before opening my mouth. "Why are you looking at me weird?"

"Nashty." Cameron shoves him slightly, a grin plastered on his face.

"Can you sing?" Nash squints his eyes at me.

"Um, why would you ask that?" I cross my arms and frown.

"You look like someone who can sing. I want to Vine it. Do you know how many views I will get? Hey! Let's make a YouTube video." Nash drags me away to the guest room, his stuff on the side next to mine.

"We aren't both sleeping in here." I pull my arm away from him.

"Gine didn't have a problem with it. Sierra was the one suggesting something else." He shrugs.

I sigh. "As long as you don't try anything."

"Great!" He pulls a camera out of his bag and sets it on a tripod, angling it towards the bed. "Can you sit there so I can set it up?"

"I guess." I sit down and stare at him again. "What are we even making a YouTube video of?"

"You singing. Maybe a Q & A. I don't know. I just want to be friends. Cameron is sometimes too much." Nash sits down next to me. "Look, I know you have a boyfriend and I'm a good guy. You can trust me. Also, I know all about your friends. I've been friends with Cameron for awhile. I know everything about him. I mean everything. You want to know how big his-"

"Okay!" I put my hand over his mouth. "That's enough, Nash."

"How about I put a Twitter poll out. In 10 minutes we will see what the result is." Nash holds up his phone.

"Sure." I lay back on the bed and scroll through Twitter myself.

"What's your Twitter?" He rips my phone out of my hands and puts it into his before dropping my phone on my stomach.

"Ow." I kick him off the bed.

"Ow." Nash mumbles.

"Whatever." I smirk.

"Do you have a song to sing if they choose you?" He looks up at me from the floor.

I shrug. "Maybe."

The truth is I write a lot of songs, yet I don't sing them. If people found out I could sing, they would just hate me more and it's enough having to deal with being called a psychopath. It's just hard. I guess my coping method does involve writing songs. Lately, I've been caught up in drama that I don't want to be apart of.