Alone [Cameron Dallas]

Chapter 44♚

Cameron :

Those words. I've been waiting for what seems like a century to hear those words.

"You're back?" Nash asks her.

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right her with you," she responded looking straight at me.

I couldn't bare it any longer. I cupped her face with both my hands and smashed my lips to hers. Quickly after everyone made fake gagging noises.

"I wanna go upstairs, yeah?"

"Of course, where are you bags?"

"In my car."

"I'll get them," Nash and Matt said in unison.

"Thank you guys."

"No problem, hey jinx. Double jinx. Stop," they both said.

Siena :

When we got to the door I opened it an ran into the room. Luckily, Nash and Matt had already put my bags in there while I was downstairs talking to Spencer. I grabbed my bag and ran into the bathroom. I glanced back and noticed a small frown of confusion plastered on Cameron's face.

Moments later I walked out in a pair of his boxers, nike elite socks, and his favorite sweatshirt, which is now also my favorite.

I walked out and picked up my phone, looking for my glasses.

"Hey cam have you-" I spoke as I slowly turned around. Just as I became face to face with him he slide my glasses onto my face.

"You took them, I was worried I'd left them at Casey's. There's no way in hell I'm ever going to see him again."

"Why what happened?"

"Promise me you won't get mad at me?"

"Did you fuck him?"

"WHAT?! NO!"

"Ok good, just checkin. Just tell me."

"Well when I left I couldn't stop crying. I didn't mean to say what I did and I couldn't handle myself. I had no where to go, so I went there. It was all fine in the beginning but then he started coming home high and drunk and would threaten me and try to hit me. And I forgave him because I thought he wouldn't even remember. But anyways so earlier today, before I got here, I had packed everything up and he came home drunk and high, again. I told him I was leaving and he didn't like that. He pushed me up against the wall and forced himself on to me. He threatened me if I left. He kept saying go upstairs I'm showering, and don't leave me, I won't let you. So while he was showering I left. He didn't even know."

"THAT SON OF A BITCH!"

"Are you mad at me?"

"Babe, how in the hell could I get mad at you. You did nothing wrong."

"I don't know. I just don't want you to be mad."

"Oh no, I'm still fucking mad, just not at you. I'm going to kick that little pricks ass."

"For once, I want you to."

I walked up to him and hugged him, tight. He put one arm around my shoulders and the other around the small of my back.

I wrapped my arms around his torso as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

"Cameron I'm sorry. I never should have left."

"I never should have let you."

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Spencer :

I walk downstairs and sit at the kitchen counter. Nash runs up from behind me and wraps his arms around me. I spin chair around and hug him completely.

"Bed time?" he asks.

"But I'm hungry."

"Spencer you just ate like 20 minutes ago."

"Nash, food goes through me very quickly. Now make me something. Please?"

"I guess. One mac and cheese comin right up."

"It's like you know me."

"Stranger danger."

I pull out my phone and go on Instagram. I scroll through my feed and see a picture of Ricky from the band FIYM in glasses.

"Holy shit," I yell.

"What?"

"This picture is like Jesus himself made it."

"Is it the Ricky kid again?"

"Maybe. No but seriously Nash. It's like God himself personally kissed Ricky's genes."

"You're so weird."

"Yeah, but you still love me."

"No I don't. How could I love someone who loves a person she doesn't even know more than me."

"You make a good point, Grier."

"I'm hurt, Spencer. Maybe you can just make this mac and cheese yourself."

"No no no. I'm sorry, sorry. I love you so much Nash Grier. More than Ricky."

"HA TAKE THAT RICKY!"

"Who the hell is Ricky and why are you screaming at him at 1:30 in the DAMN MORNING?!" Matt asks as he stomps into the kitchen.