James doesn't try || A Cameron Quiseng Story

James doesn't try || A Cameron Quiseng Story Ch.8

Holly's P.O.V

I sat on the sofa and curled my legs under myself. This was going to be hard. So-fucking-hard. I heard Cameron rummaging around what seemed to be the kitchen mumbling stuff under his breath. I was right, he emerged carrying a large tray full of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, they were in all different flavours too.

"Ladies first," he smiled. "Go on, I didn't poison them."  I don't know why I was hungry at a time like this, but the body never stops. So I took a strawberry one. They're my favourite. "I'll be back in a minute." When everyone had got some food, Cameron sat down next to me and put his arm around my shoulders. I tried to push him away, but it just made him more persistant. "C'mon, I'm just trying to comfort you!" Eventually I gave up and rested my head on his chest. "They're dying." I whispered in disbelief. "This all happened so fast.."

Cameron looked down at me, his eyes filled is sympathy. "I know it's hard. But it'll get better. Life goes on." 

"It doesn't feel like it." I buried my head into Cameron's shoulder as the tears began to flow. He rubbed my back soothingly and whispered sympathetic words into my ear. "Do you wanna go see them? Like.. sit by their bed." I started sobbing harder into his chest and he took this as a 'no'.

-Hours later-

Cameron's P.O.V

I snapped my fingers as Michael walked past to grab his attention. I motioned to the sleeping Holly, a sort of 'Please get her off me!' Michael grinned told me she was going into my bunk because it was the closest. I flipped him off and sauntered into the kitchen, stretching my legs. Michael followed. "Dude, she's been here ages, when is her aunt thing coming to get her?"

"A month at the most." Cameron scratched the back of his neck, scrunching up his face. "You still wanna sleep with her?"

"I would actually kill you to have the chance, but she seems a little delicate right now. It'll take some time."

Michael stared into Camerons eyes, as if trying to work something out. He shook his head patted Cameron on the shoulder. "Good luck with that," he smirked. "I would start by getting in the same bed with her." He motioned towards Cameron's bunk, pushing the twenty-two year old slighty.

(Guys, sorry I haven't written in a while /months/, writer's block. But I'm back!)