We had all headed back to the tour bus, and everyone was settled down.
Kian and Jc where making one of there less crazier YouTube videos. Shawn was snoozing in his bunk, the jacks and Sammy were playing X-box, the girls were talking makeup in the bunk and Nash and his brother were talking YouTube videos.
Cameron was sitting at the table in the very small kitchen.
"What ya doing?" I sat across from him at the table. I almost didn't want to ask him. But I wanted him to know I wasn't the person he probably thought I was.
He looked up from his MacBook laptop.
"Editing." Cameron spoke, his voice softer then when he had yelled at me.
"Oh." I didn't know what to say, I wanted to communicate, but how? The Kid didn't say anything. He couldn't keep a conversation going with me.
The big bus jilted everything back and forth for a few seconds.
We sat in silence for a moment, noises of the boys yelling at each other playing their game came from the back ground.
"So? What do you want? I'm trying to work if you can't see."
Jesus, he was rude. Shawn said he usually wasn't like this, but why today? Why on the day I meet everyone he's being an asshole. Maybe it was him just adjusting to everything.
"Jesus Christ. What's your problem!? I wish you would stop being an asshole! I just wanna get to know you." I practically screamed.
Everyone was now looking through the curtain of the kitchen. Staring at me, like I had murdered someone.
Cameron looked at me, not really sure at what just happened.
"Excuse me." I pushed through the crowd of people watching the 'Entertainment' of me and Cameron fighting.
I ran to my top bunk. I sat there thinking. Think that this was my first day, and nothing had gone right. I spilled soda on Cameron, where he already hates me, and know everyone just saw me freak out on Cameron.
Touring with people I didn't know, was harder than I thought. Good thing I had my sister.
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A few hours had went by and I was still curled up on my bunk, staring into the black wall, my small curtain was shut so no one saw me.
Maybe it was time for bed I thought.
I soon turned over and drifted off to sleep.
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Bad Boy, Good Girl || Cameron Dallas
Fanfiction"What is that suppose to mean?" His drunken breath skimmed my nostril. "It means, I love you, you idiot. But you're to hard to love. You let no one in and it's impossible to love someone who doesn't want to be loved."
