All That Matters - Cameron Dallas/Nash Grier (boyxboy)

secrets

The sun was burning into my skin as it shone bright through the window. I attempted to move but I was locked tight in Nash's arms. I smiled to myself, who couldn't I wake up like this everyday. I felt Nash shuffle underneath me, "Good morning, babe."

"Good morning." I smiled at him. He released me, and extended this arms above his head, inhaling deeply.

"Do you always watch people when the sleep?" He joked, his arms falling back into place around my waist.

"Only you babe." I joked back, slipping my hands under his shoulders.

"It better be just me." He laughed, "You better not have another guy in bed."

"Trust me I don't." I said more seriously as I climbed off him and sunk my feet into the rug.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To make food because I'm hungry." I laughed, as I exited the room. I walked into the kitchen and Nash followed but not before im his phone was blaring.

"Hello?" He answered, "I'm at Cameron's." He scratched his head, "Um sure when?" I am interested now, "See you then, bye." He hung up, meeting my state. "It was um Emile."

I inhaled deeply, returning to the cabinet. "Cool." I mumbled, pulling out a bowl.

"Are you mad?" I could tell he was struggling to say or nah.

"No." I snapped, getting the frosted flakes. He snatches the box out if my hands placing it on the counter, and pushing me back into the pantry. "Why are you mad?" He asked.

"I'm not." I huffed, I restrained from putting my arms around his waist.

"Bullshit." He said, as my eyes wondered around the shelves of boxes and canned soup. "Look at me." When I refused, he grabbed my face gently making me look at him. "Cameron."

My breath hitched, our faces were about a inch away from touching. I could just kiss him right now.

"Cameron are you listening to me?" He pulled me away from my thoughts.

"Y-Yeah." I stuttered.

"Really then what did I just say?" He said, raising an eyebrow.

"Um."

"Exactly."

"Sorry." I bit my lip, great.

"Why are you mad, Cammy?" Oh no not the nickname.

"I didn't have any pancake mix left." I answered, confident of my answer.

"You know that you will always be the one that I care about." Nash said, seeing right past my lie.

"What does that have to do with pancakes?" I asked, attempting to build my lie.

"Just stop. I love you Cam. You. Not her." He answered, my heart was pounding extremely fast. "Your my best friend." Fucking bitch.

"Thanks but I got that." I shoved past him and out if the pantry. Fucking best friend.

"Cameron." He sighed, as I finished making my cereal.

"Shouldn't you be at Emile's?" I snapped.

"Okay, fine. Wanna be like that? Okay. I'll be back." Nash said standing up and leaving. I swung my hand knocking the bowl off the counter and into the floor not caring about the mess. My tears flooded out before I could control them. I dashed to my room, and shut and locked the door. my head couldn't even process the excessive amount of feelings.

About an hour later my tears had finally stopped, and I heard a knock at my door. "Cam baby can we talk?" My mother. I got up and opened the door.

"About?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip.

"The fact that there was milk on my kitchen floor." She mocked me, placing her hand on her hip.

"Sorry, I'll clean it." I said

"I already got it. I need to tell you that I am going to Wyoming for a meeting." She said, looking nervous.

"What!" I exclaimed. "When are you coming back?!"

"Next week, it just a week Cam." She said, "I think you are old enough to stay here."

I sighed, "Yeah okay."

She walked in and gave me a hug, I'll see you next Sunday alright?"

I squeezed her, "Yeah, be careful."

"Thank you, I love you." She smiled.

"I love you too Mom." She got her bag and left without another word.

💥💥💥💥Monday💥💥💥💥

I walked around the school trying to avoid every human that wants to talk to me. I haven't heard from Taylor since last Friday and Nash didn't call me after our little fight at my house. It's not like I wanted to talk to him anyways. The only contact with a human I've had is my mom who called from Wyoming last night.

"Stupid douche stop!" I turned to see Taylor running towards me.

"Jesus." I mumbled as he came in front of me.

"What's your problem, dickhead?" He snapped.

"I don't know what your talking about." I said, turning on my heels going to class.

"Don't walk away from me!" He yelled, running beside me.

"Just fuck off." I hissed.

"Don't tell me to fuck off, why are being so secretive?" He scoffed when I continued to walk away. "God I don't know why Nash fucking like you." He walked away.

"What?" I turned around, Nash liked me? No.

"Nothing." He mumbled walking faster. I sighed, I knew it was too good to be true. Just then I saw him walking down the hallway with Emile impossibly close to him. We meet eyes for a second before he finished walking. What? Having enough, I pushed past the crowd and got to where he was. I put my hand on his chest to prevent him going anywhere.

"Can we have a moment?" I hissed at the blonde girl.

"Um okay? I'll see you later, Nashy." She walked away and I grabbed his arm dragging him away from the crowd.

"What are trying to prove here?" I snapped at him as soon as we got into a secluded hall.

"I don't know what your talking about." Nash commented.

"Do you hate me now or something?" I hissed.

"What? Why would I hate you?" He looked sincerely confused.

"You told me you'd come back." I cried, "But I bet you were too busy fucking Emile." I walked away.

"What! Cameron!" He grabbed my arm, "Are you stupid?"

"I guess I am because I thought you cared about me." I shoved him off if me and ran out the emergency exit to my car. Some one save me.