"What are you smiling at?" He asks, "You." I reply.
He looked at me for a few seconds, and I couldn't help but stare back at him. He looked from my eyes, to my lips, then back to my eyes and I did the same to him. I broke the silence by motioning that we should probably go inside, and he agreed.
"Mom, we're home!" I yelled and she motioned for us to come I could meet Cameron's mom. They finished up talking about their own conversation and then his moms eyes fixed on me.
"Hi! You must be Rylee?" She smiles and reaches out for a hug, and I accept. "Yes! It's so good to meet you Ms.Dalla-" I begin to say until she cuts me off. "Please, call me Gina," She smiles and I nod. Cameron and my mom exchange greetings too.
"Well, you too scurry off so we can continue talking," My mom laughs and I walk towards the kitchen and open the refrigerator. I grab out a root beer and look at him to see if he wants one too, and he got my message and I gave him one.
We walk upstairs and I show him a little tour of our house. "So this used to be my brothers room until he went off to college, and now we use it as a spare bedroom just in case we have guests. And then to the right down the hall is my bathroom, then across from that is my room," I open the door to my freshly cleaned light gray room. I sit down on my white bed and Cameron plops himself into my baby blue bean bag.
"Oh my gosh is this memory foam?" He looks so excited. "Yeah, I love it too haha," I open my root beer and he does the same.
"So tell me a little about yourself," He leans back and gives me some sort of smirk as he takes a sip of his drink, and I do the same. "Okay, well my name is Rylee Ciara Price, I'm 5'5" and I'm 17 years old, I despise Ms. Obrien, I play volleyball for James Walker, and I really like pizza," He laughs at the final statement. "How about you? Tell me the basics of life of Cameron Dallas." I give him the same smirk and he chuckles.
"Alright, my name is Cameron Alexander Dallas, I'm 5'11" and I'm also 17 years old. I swam for my old school and I'm thinking about trying out for James Walker too, and I also really like pizza!" He emphasized the last sentence which made my giggle.
"So pizza for dinner, how's that sound?" I raise me eyebrows and he shakes his head up and down hysterically. "What type?" I ask.
"Pineapple and pepperoni..?" We slowly said at the same time which made us laugh. I grab my phone from my back pocket and before I can even press the power button to unlock it, the phone gets lit up with an insane amount of text messages, Twitter and Instagram notifications, and Snapchats. My eyes widen and Cameron looks at me weird.
"You good?" He says. "Yeah, uhh look at this," I say as I begin to walk closer to him and sit beside him on the bean bag. He scoots over to make room. He places his forearm on my thigh as he positions his head on my lap, laying down. He sticks his tongue out at me as I give him my phone so he can see the notifications. He puts in the same password as before and checks my Instagram first.
He pulls up the picture he took and looked at the likes and comments.
"Umm Rylee?" He says and I instantly get worried. "Ye-eah?" I nervously say. "Sooo uhh you may or may not have over 63,000 likes, around 2,600 comments... and 18,000ish new followers?" He says unsure.
My eyes widen bigger than before as I grab my phone to see if this is real. I look at the comments on the photo.
@hailyunderwoods- "You guys are soo cute!! I ship it #Caylee :)"
@basicallydallas- "MY HUSBAND HAS A NEW WIFE AND ITS SO CUTE"
@jeramayasantis- "Ew, slut"
@yoshilover281- "This is really cute hehehe I ship it too! #Caylee"
@rowanhill29- "Go kill yourself, you took his away from us, you whore"
Those two negative comments sort of stung. Soon after, I saw that #Caylee was trending. I turned off my phone because if the reaction was this big on my Instagram, then Twitter and Snapchat may be unbearable. I give Cameron my phone and tell him to order us pizza sense I didn't really want to go on my phone right now.
He pulls up Domino's number and puts the phone up to his ear. I rub my fingers through his hair and I see him start to smile. I play with his hair as he orders. "25 minutes until Heaven rings the doorbell," He jokes.
"Not sure if you really wanted to know but you have over 3,000 twitter notifications and 4,728 snapchats...?" He says carefully. "It's fine, I'll go through them and clear them out later." I smile at him as he reaches up to me and kisses my forehead, rubs his hand on my cheek sending chills down my spine, and sends me a blinding smile.
"Thanks, Cam." I grin. We lay down for a while, maybe 20 minutes? He looks up at me and he opens his mouth like he was going to say something but decides not to. Instead he looks at my eyes with his and just stares at me for maybe 10 seconds, but it feels like forever.
"Were you going to say something?" I question. "Just that I think you're beautiful." He says sending more chills down my back. "You to- Oh no I me-ean, You're cute, we-ll more than cute but... never mind that all came out wrong," I say looking down.
He lifts my chin up with this finger and moves his hand to my cheek, pulling my head towards his. I move with his touch and we close our eyes. Our lips brush and then we were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.
Never have I been so unhappy to know that the pizza delivery was here.
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Faded // Cameron Dallas FanFiction
FanfictionSometimes I lay in bed and think about you, about us... and about what I wish we were and what I wish we could be. You could parade into a room where everyone is frowning, and just your presence could put a smile on someone's face. I mesmerize about...
