Friends? A Magcon Fanfiction

Nightmares

He kissed me, his lips crashed on to mine as we stood on the sidewalk. People walked by us and gave disgusted looks, but I don't care. I don't care what they think of me. They aren't important. He grabbed my hand and we walked back to his car to go to the drive in movie. It took us about an hour but we finally found one. He parked the car near the front and we watched a black and white movie.

"This is so romantic," I said as I put my chin in the palm of my hand. I looked over at him, he looked so intrigued by the movie.

"So tell me about yourself, I barely know you," I said as my eyes were still on him.

"Well, I have two brothers and a little sister, I used to play lacrosse and football, but now I don't do anything," he said while he was watching the movie. I hate when people talk to me and they don't look at me, it bothers me so much.

"Why don't you do anything now?" I asked. as I put my other hand on my chin facing him. My elbows were on the center console as I waited for his response.

"I used to be in Magcon, but I left because of an old girlfriend, things didn't work out," he said looking towards me. I felt as if his blue eyes stared right through me. They were so powerful, and the color is so different. I've never seen eyes that beautiful. 

"Are you and Cameron friends?" I asked.

"Damnit Danielle, if I knew you weren't going to shut up I wouldn't have brought you to a damn movie," he said annoyed.

I sat straight up. Darkness over powered the sky, and the stars shined brighter then I've ever seen them. The movie finally ended, and we were on our way back home.

"Do you wanna sleep over my house?" he asked nicely.

"Sure," I said without thinking. Should I really be spending the night with a stranger? Well, he is a hot stranger. I shook the thought off my shoulders. I'm sure nothing bad will happen. 

Cameron's POV

I waited for six hours sitting on her brick steps. Waiting for her to come home, I was going to surprise her, but she never showed up. She never called, never texted. I miss her so much, everyday its a challenge to get her to fall in love with me again. I feel like my heart was torn out of my chest and stomped all over. I have a feeling she's with Nash, and it was the first night I was offically alone she wasn't in the hospital anymore, and I'm home alone. I don't know how I'm going to sleep, I can't just let her leave my life like this. I love her to much to just let her go like that. The cold night air nipped at my bare arms as I ran inside. I immediatley crawled underneath the covers and laid down in the darkness. 

She's gone, and never coming back. I don't know how to handle this, I can't handle this. I don't know what to do, I haven't talked to anyone besides Courtney to check up on her, but she doesn't even know where she is. A bunch of thoughts crossed my mind. What if she's happy with Nash? She deserves to be happy, and that's all that matters, but I wish her happiness had me in her life, and I feel like that isn't going to happen. I can't be her hero anymore that saves her from Nash, and anything else. She wouldn't want me to be the one to save the day. I thought that our love could conquer this, but I might be wrong. I guess true love isn't really what its seems to be. My eyes started to become heavy and I fell asleep, losing the battle of staying awake. Nightmares filled my thoughts as I slept. 

I woke up at three heaving breathing, I shot up from my bed and gasped for breath. I looked over to see if she was there, but she wasn't. She never will be. I tried to fall back asleep but it wasn't working, I need her here.

Danielle's POV

I woke up at around three thirty from a horrible nightmare. It was like I was reliving the crash, it was so detailed, that it felt as if it happened again. I started gasping for air, I sat up in Nash's bed. I noticed that he was still sleeping turned away from me. For some reason it made me feel a little upset that he wasn't cuddling with me. I noticed him turn to face me and move his arm to try and wrap it around me. His eyes shot up when he noticed I wasn't there. 

"What's wrong?" he asked in a raspy voice.

"Bad dream," I said as I tried to catch my breath.

"You're fine, go back to sleep," he groaned. I rolled my eyes, way to be my hero. I laid back down with my eyes opened, picturing what it would be like if I was with Cameron at this moment. It was the first time I started to think about him. I realized how detailed I can picture him. His short dark brown hair was messily plopped on to his head but it was perfect for him. I can still see the sparkle in his eyes that only occured when he looked at me. I closed my eyes to picture him more graphically. His nose perfectly fit his face, I can still hear the sniffling noise he made when he cried. The curve of his lips are beautiful, his lips are so plump. For the first time, I realized I wanted to kiss them. His body was slumped over when ever I saw him, but I'm sure it was perfect. His voice was angelic as he tried to explain everything I've forgotten. When he told me he loved me even though he knew I have forgotten him, made me feel important and cared for. Because he knew that I wouldn't say it back, but had the courage to say it. These boys make me feel different even though I barely know anything about them. I instantly fell back asleep as I contemplated what to do. Nothing solved.