Nobody Said it was Easy // Taylor Caniff and Cameron Dallas

But Have I Already?

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Camerons POV
Whatever Jack has in his hands is not food. Its an abomination. I looked into the camera and said, "Those of you with sensitive stomachs may want to skip this part. I'm 99.9% positive I'm gonna hurl. But before or after I can't tell you. I can feel it coming on! oh the pain!"
I took my place in front of the camera, sitting on a plastic chair Nash brought over. He also brought a trash can and said, "What? I'm not cleaning the puke up. Its going into the can."
I could see everyone edging backwards. I wish I could, too. "Which ever fan made me do this, SCREW YOU!" With that, I took a bite into the ranch-covered-pepper-flaked-caramel-drizzeled-banana-butter-burnt-toast-lathered-in-mayo.
EW. This was the most revolting piece of toast know to mankind. Everyone said 'ewww' in unison. I could feel my face contort as I struggled to swallow.
The banana chunks mixed with the butter and mayo made an extremely slimy mixture, and the burnt toast and caramel tasted like burnt kettle corn. It left a grimy coat of guck in my mouth.
I tossed the rest of it into the can and wiped my tongue furiously on my hand. I could not take it anymore. I got up and flat out sprinted to the kitchen. I stuck my mouth under the faucet and turned the water on all the way. I could feel the chill of water trickling down my face, but I didn't care. Anything to get rid of the taste that lingers.
I could feel a spot on the collar of my v neck grow cold. Water was seeping into the shirt. not that I cared. Once the horrible taste had been washed off my tongue, I pulled my shirt over my head. Then, I waltzed back wearing a tired-yet-accomplished look.
Quinns POV
I was seated on the couch with my lips pressed in a tight line. I was dared to keep a straight face for as long as possible while the boys did ridiculous things.
Right now, I bit back a laugh as they did the 'Lip Gloss' dance. God, this was hard! So many perfect idiots in front of me... so many hot dudes... I focused on Tay.
He was watching me with a sly grin. He bit his lip and did a bunch of seductive moves. I fought to keep my facade up. He smirked at my strained face.
We heard a door and whipped out heads around to face it. Cameron walked out wearing on black basketball shorts. His abs were perfectly tanned and muscled. Gorgeous.
I decided that it was time to drop the act. I allowed my eyes and mouth to widen. "ZAYUM, Cam."
That cause an eruption of laughter from everyone. Except Cameron, who just blushed and looked down. Did I have this affect on him? I knew I was like this with normal guys, but with famous people? Unreal. It took me a minute to realize I was smiling shyly. I bursted with laughter. Smooth, Quinn. Smooth.
Nashs voice interrupted our laughing fits. "Well, enough of sexual Magcon boys..."
I snorted. "Not all of us mind watching sexual Magcon boys."
I looked at Taylor and he smirked. Put of the corner of my eye, I saw Cam get a sly grin. Huh. Peculiar.
Taylor said, "I'll be sexual anytime you want me to."
I laughed. "I sure as hell wont mind!"
We finished up the video and talked for a long time. It was nice getting to know the boys. We were like old friends, it was easy to be around each other.
I had my head on Taylors lap and he was stroking my hair gently when he announced that we should leave. It was getting late, after all. I got up and gave each of the boys a warm hug. Cameron was last, because I knew hugging a hot shirtless guy would make me blush. I stepped out into the darkness afterward.
"Bye! Hope to see y'all soon!" I called as Taylor closed the door. We retreated back to the car.
I smiled at Taylor and grabbed his warm hand. "Thanks for bringing me... I had a blast," my words were slightly slurred and dripped heavily with tiredness.
He opened my door for me. "Anytime, anytime."
At some point on the ride home, I drifted into unconsciousness. My dream was a bit odd.
My hair whipped across my face. The cold, crisp air slapped my cheek, but I didn't care. I was with the love of my life...
I looked over at Taylor, who smiled at me. I took his bandana and opened it up. I toyed with him, holding it in front of his face and pulling it away before he could grab it.
After a few times the bandana turned to dust in my hands, and when I looked at Taylor, he was changing. He slowly morphed into Cameron. Cameron reached for my hand, and I let him take it. His grasp made my body tingle with heat. Just as he leaned in to kiss me, he was gone.
The room around me changed into a plain white room with nothing in it. Suddenly, a bandana appeared on my left and Camerons wet shirt from earlier on my right. They were pinned to the walls. In front of me, red, spray painted letters started to form. They read, "You love Taylor, but Cameron isn't to bad. Is he? You will eventually have to choose..."
I awoke with a start. We had just pulled into Taylors driveway. The bump where it meets the road had awakened me.
"Oh, your up." Taylor squinted at me through the darkness and sighed happily. He pulled the key out of the ignition and stuffed them into his pocket. "You look so beautiful when you sleep.... and your all mine. I just want you to know that I love you so much." He smiled.
It took me a fraction of a second to answer. I put on a matching smile. "I love you, too. I couldn't imagine anyone else." Guilt bubbles within me. I did. In the dream. What about Cameron?
No. I love Taylor. I will not develop feelings for another boy.

But have I already?