0.22 ❀ Happier

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Cameron's POV

Walking down on the street, it's already late but I unexpectedly saw you with your friend with a dress that I know you wont even dare to wear, but guess jokes on me, and only a month that we've been apart yet you look you happier

Then I saw you walk inside a bar, I proceed on following you, because I admit it, I'm missing you, everything about you.

I got to the table next to yours, and I saw you smile, the smile I am longing to see.

"You look happier without me." I said to myself as I continue staring at you.

But my smile soon turn into a frown when I saw you talking to someone, some random guy, and he actually made you laugh, you look so much happier than before. I wish i can move on that fast, I wish I was tough enough like you. I wish you still love me, because I still love you.

I wanted to talk to you and beg for another chance, but I know that ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you and I know you wont be forgiving me But I guess ain't nobody love you like I do either. So I just stood up, walk to the exit with my hands slid to my pockets.

I'm going home, I can't take it any longer, I want to walk over to her and hug her and tell the other guy to back off, but I guess she's happiness and she look happier without me anyway.

I'm finally home, and I guess I'm drinking alone, I sat on the corner of my dorm, everything reminds me of Blake, like when we cuddle as we watch her favorite tv show that she always fangirl about.

I miss her so fucking much.

But here I am, looking like a fucking mess, nursing an empty bottle,"snap out of it Cameron! Blake is already happier without you!" I said to myself as I run my fingers through my messy hair."I need to let go now, there's so many guys out there that deserves her more than I do."

"But I'm still in love with her." I said to my pitiful self.

"I love fucking her and I don't have her anymore."

"I fucked up bigtime." I said to myself as I stood up and lie on my bed, the empty bottle of beer on my hand,"I love you Blake."


Blake's POV

I get dressed up, tonight wasn't really like my other Friday nights, just chilling in my dorm that Cameron and I once shared or we are just watching whatever we want. But I get it now, I need to freaking move on, I know. But I miss him, I guess? All I want to do right now is to have a pizza with him as with cuddle as we watch anything p or just talk about random things.

But everything has changed.

I know it's been a month since our break up, and all this days that have passed all I do is pretend that I'm happily single and better off without him, but I guess I'm just fooling myself.

"Blake!" Sophie clapped her hands," are you okay? You seem off? Something bothering you?" She asked

I shook my head and smiled," no. Nothing's wrong. It's just, it's my first time going to a club, and wearing a tight fitting dress."

"Oh come on Blake!" She said as she dragged me to the bar,"it'll be fine! Trust me!" She said

I sigh,"fine. I guess I'll give it a try." I said and laugh

We then walk inside the bar, I look around. There are people dancing, grinding at each other, there are couples making out, and strangers flirting themselves out. I just look at them disgusted. Well, who in a freaking nuggets would do such of this things in a public place? Well, maybe drunk people does.

"Come on Blake, let's go sit over there." Sophie pointed to a two chaired table, I just nodded and sat across Sophie, the night was boring, well it was only 2 minutes passed since we got here, but I'm bored.

Then a boy come up to us,"Hey, I'm Conor, and well uhm." he searched for words as he scratched the back of his head, I just smiled and giggle

"I'm Blake, and this is my friend, Sophie." I said introducing ourselves to him.

"Well nice to meet you guys." He said shyly, I giggled,"nice to meet you too Conor."

I look back at Sophie and she was smirking at me, but at the back of her was an boy, not just any other boy, but the boy I loved and also the boy that broke my heart. And suddenly my heart skipped a beat.

Was he looking at me? But before I say anything he was gone, he was walking away, with his hands on his pockets. Why?

Why does he needs to come back? Why do I need to see him? Why does he just walk off? Why didn't he talked to me? Why am I this desperate? Why? Why do I still love him? WHY?!

"Blake!" I jumped in terror and looked at Sophie as she motioned to Conor who was standing right in front of us,"oh sorry Conor," I said

"No. It's alright." He said and smiled,"what's bothering you anyway?"

"Uhm, guys, I think I need to go to the bathroom for a minute." Sophie excused herself and winked at me."you can sit at her seat Conor." I said smiling

He took the seat gladly and said,"Thank you."

"So, why are you here? I mean do you always come here?" I asked him

He shook his head, still wearing the cute smile of his and then said,"no, actually this is the first time I got to a club, my friends brought me here since they said I'm not the same anymore when she left me, but I swear I'm still the same."

My brows furrowed." You're broken aren't you? In the state of moving on?" I asked looking at him with curiosity

"Yeah, kinda." He said and his smile faded as he looked down

I don't know what to do but I heard him sob, and I just felt so sad so I stood up and walk over to him and hug him,"Please don't cry, it's okay, you'll get over her. Maybe not today, but I know you will." I said and he looked up to me as I meet his hazel eyes that can make you paralyzed.

He smiled and said,"thank you so much Blake, I knew when I laid my eyes on you, you were really something. And I'm really thankful that I talked to you, well sort of." He chuckled

I laugh and sat back to my seat,"well we're still talking anyway." I said,"do you drink?" I asked him completely changing the subject

"No. I don't like the taste of alcohol." He said blushing, I giggle at he's cuteness," well I never knew we're that so much alike."

"You don't drink too?" He asked, I shook my head smiling," no, never had."

He's smile soon turn into a smirk,"so you're a good girl, huh?" He laughed and I felt my cheeks flushing

"Aww. You're cute when you blush." He laughed

"Stop mocking me." I pouted,"you're being bad."

"No I'm not bad." He said pouting," I'm just saying the truth."

"So tell me good boy, why can't I move on?" I asked

"Because you haven't stopped loving him." He said

"And I think I will not stop loving him. Not now."

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