The Girl With The Flower-Crown{A Cameron Dallas Fanfic}

5

I decided that I wasn't come out my room for awhile. I would just wait till ma and dad went to work. I can't even face them. What have I done? Why can I have the full expericence of falling in love with someone and then getting married. Finding your "soul mate". I don't have that luck. I'm stuck with Cameron. It's not that I hate him. I just don't get him. Like why does he feel the need to a tool. Why does he act like he's the "shit" like he runs Chino Hills. I heard the front door open and close with a slam. I quickly ran to my door. Unlocking it to see Cameron standing at my door.

"What the hell?" I shouted in fright.

"Why are you at my door, in my house?" I hid behind the door slightly self conscious of what I was wear and what I looked liked. In the morning I look horrible.

"Is that what I'm gonna be waking up to in the morning. Wow wew." He whistled.

"Shut up asshole. You still didn't answer my question, why are you here?" I spat.

"Woah. Calm down. I was told that I have to take you along to my photoshoot that's on the beach." Cameron put his hands up in surrender.

"Do I have to? I need to film my new video for this week, then edit 2 and then do homework." I questioned.

"Nerd much? You are seriously gonna do homework on spring break?" Cameron asked me.

"Yes. I need to get it out of the way. So what if I want a future. I need something to fall back on if YouTube doesn't work. Plus I don't want to do homework while I'm in London." I sighed dreamily thinking about London and about Derek.

"AJ! Anthony and Derek are on the phone!" Jack shouted.

"Oh my God." I squealed racing past Cameron toward Jack's room.

Jack sat in front of his laptop laughing while I heard little giggles.

"DEREK!" I shouted jumping onto Jack's bed.

"Auntie AJ!" Derek shouted back. While he tried since he was only 6.

"How are you buba?" I asked excitedly

"I'm ok. My teeth fell out." I told me proudly showing me where they fell.

"Wow. Did the tooth fairy come?" I asked in amusement.

"Yeah. She gave me £2.50. I'm gonna save up for my match attack collection. {match attacks are these football card that you collect and you can trade them. They are like Pokemon but it's footballers instead}

"That's brill. How many do you have now?" I questioned.

"I have 13 so far." He replied proud.

"Don't you look bad?" Anthony asked.

"Thanks Anthony, really appericate that. I've only woke up like 10 minutes ago." I told him rolling my eyes.

"Why you coming from across the pond?" Anthony asked with his lame joke.

"Ha. You're so funny. You should be a comedian." I told him saracasticly.

"Oh, that's why I called. I've got a gig in the Hammersmith Apollo. I'm gonna be a comedian. I can see my name in lights already." His eyes shone as he spoke.

"Oh my gosh! Congrats big bro!" Jack grinned.

"I'm so proud of you. You made it." The tears threated to fall.

"Oh please not this again. Your gonna cry like you did with the Janoskians. Crying that they made it and how proud you are of them.

"Oh I am proud of them. I love them. Beau Peter Brooks. Pwoar. He is fine. Like oh my gosh. But he's not like Zayn Malik hot. No one beats Zayn ever like. Lord help me. But Justin Bieber. Helloooo. My bed is this way." I rambled.