Shooting Stars

Camerons POV

"Get out of my way." Nash growled at me. I bit my lip and tried not to show any reaction.

He hit my shoulder as he past me to go into the other room.

I rubbed my arm in the place where he had hit it. I sighed and pressed my fingers onto my temples.

I started to walk up the stairs of my house that I shared with Nash. I walked into my navy blue room and sat down on the crisp fresh bed that was newly made. I lifted up the mattress a little and pulled out a worn out leather album. I flipped over the cover and let myself fall apart. I don't know how much longer I could take this.

My fingers traced the outlines of the pictures on the creamy white paper.

I had a ghost of a smile on my lips as I flipped through the photo album. My vision soon became blurry and the salty tears ran down my face. I shut the album and put it back into hiding. I fiercely wiped my face with my hands trying to get rid of any trace of evidence that I was crying.

I heard my door creak open and I immediately snapped my head up. I saw my old Best friend with a slight frown on his lips.

"Dinners ready." He said in the gentlest voice I've heard him use in months .

I was surprised that he actually was talking to me without a glare.

It felt more as a dream and my heart sped up at the thought of maybe we could get back to how it used to be.

"Are you stupid. I said dinners done. Eat or don't. I really could care less." He said replacing the sympathetic look he had on before with a scowl.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

And I really was sorry... For everything.