Cameron
"Hey Cameron...we need to talk about something. Something important". I almost had a heart attack when he said that. Like really. "What...What is it Shawm"?
"Cameron, when I say I love you I really mean I love you. I want you to know i'm serious about this and I need to know where you get to know if I need to tell my mom about this or not".
Just then the waitress came to the table and asked us if we were ready to order or if we needed more time. "Can we get some more time please" Shawn said, He's so polite and cute when he talks to older women. "Of course" the waiter said looking at me before walking away from the table. "Shawn I feel the same way. When I say it I don't mea like the keep it secret kind of way I mean it in like the I love you Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. I want you to tell your parents and now that I know how you feel I'm going to tell my mom and my sister. I love you Shawn and I could honestly see this relationship going far into the future".
"I love you too Cameron. What are we going to tell our fans"?
"I don't know, I haven't got that far yet but as soon as I figure it out ill let you know. Deal"?
"Deal"
Shawn
I'm really happy that I had that conversation with Cameron. At least now i know where he stands on all this. I'm going to try to talk to my mom tomorrow and I think cameron's going to tell his mom and sister sometime this week. I'm so happy that we put this thing behind us. There's no telling how many times we both questioned it.
We finally get around to ordering our food, I get the stuffed french toast and Cameron gets an omelet, without the tomato. The waiter takes our order in and around five minutes later she returned with our food. Me and Cameron at this point are starving, we both dive into our food and finish in like ten minutes. "Hey so what if we went for a hike today I know this place that's right across from the lake. Its pretty cool we could check it out if you want" i say kinda hoping he says yes. "Of course babe that sounds great" he says with that smirk he knows I love. We pay our ticket and go out to his car, this time he throws the keys to me and says "don't scratch my baby". I get in and make sure to drive the best I can so that he doesn't worry. I start driving to the spot and tell him that we have to go off road for a little ways and he says okay and turns the four wheel drive on. We continue down the road to the special spot until we finally get there it's only like nine o'clock in the morning but I already feel like it's time to sleep naked next to this beautiful giant again. I put the car into park and Cameron opens his door not really looking out. Finally he looks up and his jaw drops. He looks straight at the view. From where we are standing you can see the river coming down from the mountain and feeding into the lake which is surrounded by trees and shoreline. "Shawn" he says in an almost crying voice. "I love It", "It's so ... beautiful". "I thought you might like it" I say, "You look like someone who could appreciate true beauty". "Well of course I can I'm dating you". He says melting my heart. I just look into his eyes and blush. We spend over two hours just sitting there talking about everything and anything. I'm so happy with this boy. Not only his unbelievably amazing body but also his heart and his intentions. Cameron is so sweet to me and I'm so happy with him. I hope my parents understand and most importantly i hope i never lose him. "Hey Shawn" I hear him say just above a whisper. "Yes my amazing boyfriend"? I want this to be our spot okay. A place we can come to if we ever get into a fight or just a place to remind us how much we love each other". "That sounds great Cameron". "Okay then" he says in a serious tone. "This is our spot, our SPECIAL spot". He sits down and I move over next to him and lay my head on his crotch. "You know" I started, "I know a way we can really make this our special spot". "Ohh yeah" he says winking to let me know he knows exactly what I have in mind. "I say we go for it" I say while already realizing it's hard to breathe.
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