Our Love Story

Chapter 20

NONE OF THE THEATRES ARE REAL AT LEAST I DON'T THINK SO!

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After Zeke dropped me off, I heard Luke skyping his mom so I just started packing. I packed my Nirvana shirt, Vans, Doc Martens, and dirty pig merch. This was going to be great. After finishing the packing process, I tweeted:

@Camryn_Laurentis: The boys and I are looking foward to meeting you guys as we do a mini show! Florida, see you tomorrow @10:45 at the Miami Theatre. See you there! Tickets at www.janoskiansmctour.com

I checked my dms and saw one from this girl:

@MichelleYammouni: So I have a fanpage on instagram, and Luke was my 1/5. He was the only one I had on insta. Two days ago, I ranted on how the boys changed from good, to bad and he unfollowed. I deserved it, but I'm still upset. Tell Luke to re-follow? Instagram @yammounisbananatree// Luke is my whole life. xx

I responded:

@Camryn_Laurentis: suree

I knocked on Luke's door and he said come in, still talking with Gina. Luke turned the camera to me after patting a seat on his bed. I sat.

"Hi Gina! I miss you!"

"I have missed you too sweety! And, I have some news to tell you privately. Meaning without you honey." Luke gave his phone to me and I heard him going downstairs. Any other day he would've listened outside the door.

"He's gone, what's the news?" I asked.

"Camryn, well your aunt, she-..."

"Passed?" I felt tears coming up.

"No, no. She found, oscar lying on the floor. He commited suicide." Gina wiped a tear.

A month after I left Aunt Jackie took in a 17 year old. He went from foster home to foster home, and since he wasn't not 18 yet, he still had to live in a home with a family/adult. He was a troubled teen, drugs, smoked, and wore black all the time. He attempted, but then my aunt wanted me to talk to him so we skyped and we got along. He was like a brother. But I knew he wasn't going to live long. Of course I was upset but honestly we weren't that close.

So, I didn't cry and basically have a panic attack in the next few seconds all because of Oscar, but all the pain bottled up inside of me, having cancer, Carson, and knowing I might die has to come out.

"Gina I have to go." 

"Okay b-..." I didn't let her finish, if I didn't get to Luke I was going to probably die because no one would know I was suffering. I was already sick, and all this stress could possibly kill me, that's what the doctor said. And I had no strength to scream his name.

I walked slowly, but then crawled because I suddenly got so tired. Luke was in the kitchen talking to all the other boys When I made it to the kitchen floor I pulled myself up, walked to Luke, then collapsed in his arms. I blacked out.

Luke's P.O.V.

"We are totally singing Real girls eat cake first!" Jai said.

"No!" I chuckled. "It should be our big finishing piece!" I said making jazz hands. Beau agreed, laughing. 

"Well,-..." Jai stopped in the middle of his sentence. Idiot. All of a sudden Camryn starts limping toward me. I threw my can of coke and ran to grab her. She fell in my arms. 

"Camryn! Camryn!" 

"Shut up bro!" Jai said, getting the phone, me still holding her. James ran over and checked for a pulse. 

"Barely." He said, keeping his hand on her neck to monitor. 

"What are you doing?" I asked Jai. 

"Calling 911!"

"If you do they won't let her go on tour with us!!" I shouted back.

"LUKE LISTEN TO YOURSELF!!! SHE COULD DIE!" Skip yelled. He was right. What the fuck was I thinking?! 

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Now Camryn's P.O.V.

My eyes fluttered open. I saw a blurry nurse. 

"W-Where am I?" I asked.

"Honey you are in the hospital. You almost died." Her voice was calm and sweet even though she was telling me I could have died. Memories shot back into my head.

"Where's L-Luke?"

"Who is that?"

"Oh, h-he's my boyfriend." I could see clearly by now. 

"Oh, he's out there. I'll bring him in. He's been sitting out there for hours." She giggled. Hours? Shouldn't he be getting on a plane?!

"Camryn!" He came over by the bedside and hugged me a little too tight.

"Ow." I muttered softly but he was close enough to hear me. He backed away.

"Sorry."

"What time is it?! You are supposed to be going on your mini tour!" 

"It's 8:42." He said then putting away his phone in his pocket.

"Luke, go!"

"No." He said looking out the door window and closing the blinds. He locked the door too.

"Yes, go you have t...-" He turned back around. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not going. Meaning the nurse can't take me out. Meaning the boys already went to the airport, or at least on their way."

"Well I'm calling to tell them to come back here and pick you up." I reached for the phone on the bedside table but he moved it over.

"Why the hell are you doing this? You have girls waiting for you. Don't you care?" Michelle, that dmed me popped into my mind. "And why did you unfollow so many girls?"

"On instagram?" I lokked at him with a 'you know it' look.

"Well they kept on ranting and hating on us boys and...-"

"I'm tired just follow yammounisbananatree on instagram okay?!" I really was exausted and didn't want to hear a story. Oh, and Luke WAS GOING on that tour. He took out his phone and in about 3 minutes, he followed her, showed me, then put his phone back. 

"And to answer the other question, I stay because I love you. So much. I cannot explain it. Your hair, the way you dress, and your smile." He turned his head to this side and smiled (picture to the right.) He was too cute. "i just couldn't leave you."

A single tear drop fell down my cheek. "Well then if you really did love me, then you would go on that tour." He looked down. We both jumped when someone jiggled the door handle and it wasn't opening. We both laughed. 

He leant in, and kissed me. Woah he kissed good. Better than he ever kissed me before. Tongue and everything. And no, I didn't get grossed out. I was so comfortable around him now. We realized it was the nurse who tried to get in because she eventually got a key and opened the door during me and Luke's little makeout sesh. 

"Sorry i'll leave." Luke shut the door and blew me a kiss, from the now unshut blinds.

"Girl he's cute." The nurse said. We giggled.