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

TBH

Goshhh tomorrows the last day before spring breakkkk. Carter Reynolds and O2L in Florida and life is gooood. I will be stalking my twitter for meet and greets. P.S. @umaddyornah are you ever going to post anything??? 😂
XOXO
-Layla

Taylors POV
Quinn and I were watching TV in the living room. I was shirtless with black gym shorts on, and she had tiny black shorts on and one of my shirts. Her hair was in a messy bun from sleeping and she had no make up on. Mmm I've done good.
We were curled up on the couch. My arms wrapped around her and she was sitting in between my legs. I I kissed the top of her head and rested my chin there. She shivered in response. I couldn't help but smirk. Oh, Quinn.
I spoke softly, "You are so beautiful."
She twisted around, forcing me to be flat on my back. she was so close against me that I could feel her warm breath on my face when she murmured, "So I keep hearing... Have I ever told you that I love you?" She lowered her head so our lips were millimeters apart. "You have been the only person who has ever truly been there for me. My parents only cared about work, my friends aren't even real..."
I pressed my head into the cushion so I could get a better view of her. "At some point, Courtney was a real friend... and you've always had me, whether you knew it or not."
She curled her lips up into a small, sad smile. "Thats my point." She braced her elbowed on wither side of my head and looked into me eyes, locking our gaze. "You were always there, but I never even cared. You were just an annoying boy to me... but I was wrong. So very wrong." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself of her faith in me. It meant a lot. "I just... I just never got to thank you. Thank you for being there when I needed you, and when I didn't. The truth is, I have always needed you, and I always will." A lone tear trailed down her face. "Thank you, Taylor..." I could barely hear her by that point.
I gently pressed my lips to hers. After a moment, I murmured against her lips something I knew I would always believe in.
"Always and forever."

Camerons POV
I could hear my blood pumping in my ears, but I pushed harder. My arms and legs were shaking, and I could feel cold sweat trailing down the side of my face. Keep going. From up here, I felt the cold air biting my face. My throat was dry and my eyes burned from the wind. I pumped my arms and legs faster.
I could hear my steps echo in the loud space, as I raced up and down the bleachers. This football stadium had about 100 steps. I've been at this since 5am, it is now 9:30am. The burn I feel in my muscles only motivates me to push farther. I will keep going.
As I turned at the top to go back down, a male figure catches my eye. I slow, but don't stop. I wont stop.
I turn my head toward the figure. He is at the far end of the bleachers, leaning against the pole. I can see his bright blue eyes from here. I grinned. Nash. He was watching me intently, grey beanie pulled down over his ears. I sprinted down the flights and turned right. I was running toward him at full speed. As I neared, I slowed and he pulled his black Magcon sweatshirt closer around him. I didn't stop moving. I was bouncing lightly on the balls of my feet.
He spoke first, "Hey, Cam. Hows your workout?"
I smirked. "Great. I feel like my limbs are gonna fall off. Its perfect."
Nashs smile faltered, but quickly recovered. "Cam... you only get like this when you are either sad, guilty, or pissed."
He said it like a fact, because he knew he. It was a fact. I felt the corners of my mouth tug down. "Maybe I'm just exercising."
His plain expression didn't waver. "Cameron Alexander Dallas."
I broke. He knew me too well. I muttered, "Guilty. Quinn."
His already big eyes grew in shock. "You-Taylors-girlfriend-ohmigod-CAM." He said it sternly for being so shocked...
"Its bad isn't it? I'm sorry... I can't help it. She's just so beautiful. And funny. And nice but mean at the same time. I like that quality. Too nice is just... goodygoody. Mean but not too mean is perfect cause its funny. Like that time when-"
He held his hands up to stop me. I knew I was rambling. Its just how it happens when I want something I cant have. The book of Quinn has been checked out by Taylor.
Nash said, "Cam... you know shes with Taylor... Plus, you don't know her. You cant decide you like someone enough to date them with just a night. I mean, yeah shes beautiful and funny, but shes still Taylors. Not yours or any of ours."
I let out a sigh. "I know, but I just wish..."
He sighed along with me. I could see his breath puff out in the cold. I wonder what my heavy breathing looks like... He said, "I think we all wish. It'll never happen, anyways. I'm gonna settle for best friends." He smirked.
I put on a look of mock disbelief. "And what make you think you're gonna be the best friend?"
"Um, I'm Nash Grier... Have you met me?"
"Sadly, yes."
"Hey!" He punched me lightly in the arm, reminding me of my sore muscles.
I flinched. "I think I overworked this one."
Nash just rolled his big, electric blue eyes. "Like you care. Dem abs dont come easy."
I laughed. Nash was different from the other boys. I loved them all like brothers, but Nash was... my best friend, too. We had always been the closest of the boys. The 3 year age difference means nothing to me. We are equally annoying and sexy. Best friends for life.
I was so lost in thought, I didn't realize Nash was speaking again. "-love to pass out, you should probably leave."
I nodded. "Yeah, I will soon. You don't have to wait. I'll be ready by lunch. Speaking of which, wanna grab something together?"
"Sure, text me when your done."
"Yep."
"Okay, see ya later." But I was already running off. I decided to work my core. I looked back, Nash was gone already. Good. Privacy is good.
I ran around the track 3 times, then jogged to the grass. I did 100 sit ups, then moved on to push ups.
I was at 78 when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see a girl. She was about Nashs age, wearing jogging clothes.
"CAMERON DALLAS!"
"Haha... yeah, thats me..."
"What are you doing here??"
The excitement in her face was exhausting. I love my fans... but some days I just get sick of them. "Exercising." I was not in the mood, but I forced a smile. I winked. "Gotta keep them abs good for you guys."
She shrieked and flicked her white-blonde ponytail over her shoulder. "You are literally perfect. Can I take a picture with you?"
I got up. "Sure."
She unplugged her headphones and opened the camera app. I was her background. I never know whether to be flattered or creeped out at that.
"Smile!" We took various pictures, and on the last one, I kissed her cheek at the last second. She was crying. "thank you s-so much-h!"
I smiled at her. "Anything to make you happy." I gave her a hug and walked off. I wonder what I look like. Probably like I was tortured. Eh, whatever. I hear girls like that hot and sweaty thing.

Jogging Girls POV
Omigodddddd. Cam is so hot when he's sweaty! Work those abs!

Quinns POV
Taylor and I were in a severe make out session. My hands fiddling with the ends of his hair, his hands trailing up and down the side of my body. God, I loved him. Only him.
I blocked out the voice inside my head that said I had feelings for Cameron. I cant. It would be wrong....and really screwed up. Tay doesn't deserve that. He is mine, as I am his.
What if he wasn't mine? What.. What if Courtney hadn't left me that day at the mall. Would I still be here? I want to say yes, but deep down I know I wouldn't.
I would be dead at home with no one to comfort me about my parents divorce. I wouldn't have real friends. I wouldn't even be happy.
Its strange to think about how one small thing can lead to such big changes. Choices really do affect you. More than you think.
Suddenly, my phone rang. I grunted and went to grab it of the coffee table, but Taylor beat me to the punch. he picked the phone up and answered, "Quinns phone, Taylor speaking."
I could only hear what he was saying. "Oh, food?....Tacos?....YES....kay I'll ask....mhmm....yep....probably see ya'll there....bye now."
When Taylor focused on me again, he was grinning. He said with joy, "Ready to hang out with some of my people again today? Nash invited us to have lunch with him and Cameron at Tijuana Flats at 12pm sharp."
I laughed because what else would I do? My life is great! Lets just hope no one sees that and decides to throw in a tornado or something.
Theres no place like home... well, Taylors house, that is....