Moving In With Logan Paul

Realization

Chapter 7

I remember when I was a kid there used to be this boy who would always carry a camera around, he was my neighbor before mom got married and my classmate after mom got married. My mom would always tell me to stay away from a guy like that, that he was a bad influence and he was always doing stupid things with that camera

I don't remember his name but what I do remember was that I had ignored my mother's advice and I had talked to the guy, he was almost 2 years older than me at the time while I was 12 and I remember asking him "Why do you always do bad stuff just for that camera?" he had looked surprised at my sudden question but he answered strongly with words that were etched into my heart "Because I have a dream" he had answered and at the time that answer had made absolutely no sense to me 

"But it makes people hate you?" I said "It's probably the reason you don't have friends to sit with you at lunch" 

The boy with aqua blue eyes had shrugged "I don't care what other people think, and I don't need friends from this shitty rich kid school full of snotty brats" 

He had sounded angry and disgusted and I was shocked at how he could openly say that without the fear of being heard, but I hadn't disagreed with him even though I was one of those snotty brats

After my talk with the boy, I had started to speak with him more and more but due to my mother's disapproval I kept my interactions with him limited and a secret until one day he invited me to his home, I lied to my mother and said I was going shopping for new school shoes and ended up in his garage

He told me about his dream, about how he wanted to be a world class photographer and how his father was one before he disappeared with all his mother's money and left them with nothing but bills and debts. In his garage were lots of developed photos hanging on the walls some of the animals, random people, nature. I remember him telling me that he liked taking pictures of people more than anything else,  he even asked me if I would be his model 

To which I shyly agreed 

Setting up a camera stand in front of me, he had sat beside me and told me that the first shot would be of the two of us I hadn't questioned it when he had scooted even closer and draped an arm over my shoulder, at the click of the camera the boy had given me my first kiss and at the very moment he kissed me my mother walked into the tiny garage his mother and my stepfather in tow, Turns out I hadn't been as sneaky as I thought I was
 
I never saw the boy after that

The point to this story was that having a camera pointed at me made me remember that day, made me remember the boy who gave me my first kiss that day was the first time I started to question my mother, that day I truly started to see that she wasn't who she was before 

She wasn't my mother anymore

"Candy?" 

And I guess you could say that I was camera shy in a way 

"Candy" a sing-song voice called pulling me out of my thoughts "You ok?" 

I looked to my right to see the idiot a little too close for comfort, he gasped dramatically when he looked at something on my forehead 

"You're bleeding!" he screeched and sure enough I felt something drip down on the side of my face, I looked down and saw a dark red dot on my shirt 

Someone cursed and I felt warm fingers tilt my head sideways, startled I looked up to see the man with the blond mop's clear crystal blue eyes staring at a spot on my head