--❤️-- Mrs. Mya Cameron Alexander Dallas

--❤️--

Rain tattered at her window, as she sat with her chin in her palm. She gazed at her window, iPad glowing up at the bottom of her face.
Wild thoughts raced through her head, as she glanced back down to her screen.
Cameron Dallas x Reader

She sighed as a face came into her thoughts. Golden brown eyes, staring into her soul. She smiled without knowing it, heat creeping up her neck and onto her cheeks. She imagined him sitting next to her, his arms around her shoulders, placing a kiss on her forehead. And then, she dove into the story.

"Cameron?" You ask as you walk into the apartment. You don't hear anything so you start to search the apartment. The pungent smell of leftover spaghetti hits your nose as you make your way to the kitchen. Then, suddenly -
"BOO!"
You scream and whip around to see Cameron standing there.
"Cameron! You scared me!" You yell.
"Sorry (y/n)! I had to, the look on your face was unforgettable."

Mya is snapped out of her story when the bedroom door slams open.
Two of her friends walk in, Catherine and Richa.
"Mya, we've literally been looking for you forever!" Richa screeched.
"Yea, where have you been?" Catherine glowered.
"In here... the whole time? Why didn't you guys look in here?" Mya asked.
"Duh! You have a date tonight! And you need to leave in 30 minutes," Catherine said, shoving the door closed.
"Date?"
"You know... with Patrick?" Richa said, eyebrows raised.
Crap.
She completely forgot about that.Catherine grabbed her large makeup bag off the vanity and handed it to Richa, who quickly unzipped it onto the bed. Half a dozen lipsticks ranging from beige to neon pink fell out, followed by three tubes of mascara, various types of eyeliner, and several dirty brushes. Then Richa grabbed the makeup sitting on the table and dumped handful upon handful onto the bed. Catherine grabbed a flowy silver dress and some metallic heels from the closet.

"Here, think fast."

She tosses the items to Mya, who yelps in surprise. "Ow, those heels are too sharp."

"Well, I bet Patrick will love them." Richa says, winking.

Mya groans. "Oh, please, he's not gonna stare at my shoes all night," playfully throwing a shoe at her.

Luckily, she ducks-and the shoes slams against the door with a bang.

"Well, let me get that makeover started," Catherine says, grabbing glitter eyeliner and sparkly eye shadow.

"BISH! Don't touch my makeup! I can do this-you don't even wear makeup! At all!" Mya screams, slapping the makeup out of her hand.

With her hands raised, Catherine says, "Yeesh, I was only trying to help."