Runaway Love

Chapter 25: Finding My Parents

I was waking up on Cloud 9 the next morning.

As creepy as this sounds, I actually woke up with a smile on my face. Probably because Cameron was nestled up next to me. He smelled like the perfect mixture of mint and cologne.

I slowly began getting out of my bed, very carefully, so I don't wake up Cameron. He moved around a little when I stood up, but he immediately just went back to sleep.

My feet were cold, as I walked down the hallway. I peered into Cameron's basically empty room and smiled at what a nutcase he is. I noticed he hung a few pictures up, but I couldn't see them from the distance I was standing at. Before I could change my mind, I walked past the door to get a closer look.

In one picture, his mom and dad were holding him in their arms when he was a little baby. In the the second one, Cameron was around seven, and he was attempting to ride a bike. His mom was standing behind him, cheering him on. The last picture was of us. I remember that exact day and memory. We were having a small get together with our friends and Cameron and I were laughing because Chase accidentally knocked Kendra to the ground. She fought back, obviously, and it was hilarious to watch Chase run away, scared. So another one of Cameron's friends snapped a picture of us and now it was hanging up in his room. No matter how much I wanted to smile at our cute picture, I couldn't get the image of his parents out of my mind. His parents seemed so sweet, and kind, and I haven't even seen my parents in four years, other than a small run in at a local grocery store months ago. I wonder if my dad ever shaved his beard. I wonder if my mom finally died her hair darker, like she always wanted. And I wonder if they ever got the wrinkles they were complaining about for so long.

I felt myself tearing up, but I quickly stopped. I am strong. I don't need to cry over every little thing.

"Blaise, what's wrong?" I whipped around to see a concerned Cameron standing there. Once he asked me this, I couldn't stop the tears from coming out. So much for being strong...

"I saw these pictures of your parents and I realized I haven't seen my parents in so long," I cried against his shirt, "I miss them, Cameron." He rubbed a soothing hand against my back to calm me down.

"So let's find them." I was taken back by his words at first. I never really thought about trying to track them down. They have just been a sad memory in the back of my mind, until now.

I couldn't fight the burning feeling to want to hear their voices again...

"Let's do it."

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I pulled a chair up next to Cameron at the kitchen counter. He pulled out his laptop and started looking up the basic information.

"So their last name is Randall also?" He asked and I nodded. I was anxiously staring at the computer screen, praying something will pop up about their whereabouts.

"That's them!" I yelled, happily, my eyes beaming.

Pete and Cathy. Dad and mom.

Cameron clicked on the website I was pointing to. A picture of my mom in a turtleneck and my dad in his favorite Christmas sweater popped up. Their smiles were so similar to mine and I knew this was them.

Scrolling further down on the website, there was no information about where they lived. However, where it says "related family", the only name that remained was Pricilla. I couldn't say it didn't hurt, and Cameron knew I saw it, but I pushed it aside. I just wanted to know where they lived currently.

Cameron searches "Pete and Cathy Randall" and a list of websites come up. We click on the first one with no luck once again. The second one also had nothing to do with their address, it just listed a bunch of family history. Finally, clicking on the third one made me jump around in my seat.