Fight (Cameron Dallas/Taylor Caniff/Magcon)

Chapter 13

Clark Bellamy POV

I look at the alarm clock and it says 2:56am. I only slept about an hour after I got to Nash and Cam's room, but my chest keeps throbbing. I just lay there and look out the window. The stars are just so perfect, nothing can touch them. All of a sudden I feel Cam's hand on my stomach and his hand slightly grips my cami. I look down to see if he is awake, and I'm greeted with a pair of terrified brown eyes already looking at me.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" I whisper to him.

"What? Yah, I'm fine," he says confused and totally out of it.

"Cameron," I say putting my hand on his, "talk to me." When I put my hand on his I can feel that it is super sweaty. I move my hand up his arm and he is just covered in sweat. Cameron sits up and wipes off his forehead with his hand.

"What time is it?" he asks me.

"It's 3am. Are you feeling alright?" I whisper feeling his forehead for a fever. No, he seems pretty normal. What is going on?

"Yah, I'm fine. I just had a bad dream. I'll be right back." Cameron gets up and walks to the bathroom. A bad dream? I wonder what about? A couple mintues later he come back and lays back down. Cam tries to put his legs back on top of mine, but he is just to sticking and his legs are tugging on my sweatpants.

"Here honey, let me take off my pants," I whisper. I slide off my sweatpants and Cam immediately intertwins his legs with mine and pulls me into his chest avoiding my cut. He lays his head on my head and I can tell from his breaths that he isn't asleep.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," he mutters.

"Alright love. If you want to, I am here to listen," Cam doesn't say anything he just gives me a slight squeeze. I feel better with him holding me and finally drift off into a deep slumber.

Cameron Dallas POV

I wake up and Clark is practically laying on top of me, but that is my doing. I pulled her on top in my sleep. I just couldn't handle the dreams anymore, but with her they seem bareable, but just barely. I slowly run my finger through her hair and gently rub her face. She looks so peaceful when she is sleeping.

"Are you feeling better?" I immediately stop touching her face and look down at her. I must have woken her up.

"I didn't mean to wake you," I mutter.

"It's alright love. But do you feel better?" she asked again.

"Yah, I feel better. But I feel gross."

"Well you were a sweaty mess last night," Clark says as she sits up and straddles my legs.

"Really? I don't really remember."

"You woke gripping my cami and said you had a bad dream. When you came back to bed after going to the bathroom, I had to take off my sweatpants because you wanted to intertwin your legs with mine, and it wasn't working," she slightly giggled.

"What's so funny?" I say with a smile.

"I mean, it's not funny, but funny, because you were getting frustrated because you weren't able to do it that's all," she says getting off of my to lay next to me. When she moves I notice the MASSIVE leg tattoo on her left leg.

"Damn Clark! That's huge! How come I never noticed it before?" I say pointing to her leg.

"Well I got it before San Diego, and I never wore any shorts in San Diego so you would have never seen it. I don't know, I never brought it up either." Her tattoo is a dead tall tree on the side of her calf and it extends up her leg turning into dead leaves flying off the branches. It is super dark looking, but at the same time totally attractive on Clark.