Love Robbery (Cameron Dallas FanFiction)

four.

The next morning I wake up to the smell of bacon wafting into my room. At first I just rolled over and pulled the covers back over my face, and then I thought, wait... why am I ignoring the call of bacon?! So I pulled myself out of bed, slipped on some sweatpants and pushed my hair into a messy bun on top of my head before grabbing my phone and stomping down the stairs. I found my mum hovering over the stove, the kitchen work tops in a floury mess as she pottered about making breakfast. "Morning Elle!" She beamed at me "good timing, breakfasts just about ready". I smiled back at her and pulled out a chair, sitting myself at the breakfast bar. Before long she was popping a plate of pancakes and bacon in front of me, with syrup of course. She sat down next to me and we talked for what seemed like the first time since the move. She'd got a job at a big time management firm so had been busy with that, and I'd been out so much we'd barely had any time together. She told me about her work, and how she was settling in well. And I told her about my exploring, and a little about Cameron. She didn't push too much so that only went as far as "I made a friend, he's called Cameron and I wouldn't complain if it blossomed into something more". She knows I like my boundaries. Eventually we finish eating and it's time for her to leave for work. She gives me a kiss on the forehead before saying "Have a good day" and heading out the front door leaving me to clean up the mess. When I finally finish and the kitchen is back to normal I look up at the clock; 10:27. Suppose that's a good time for a shower. I head upstairs and grab a towel on my way. Once I'm in the bathroom I turn on the shower and let the water heat while setting my phone down with my music on shuffle. Once I'm ready and undressed I step into the shower and let the water run over my body. For a moment I just stand there and think about the past few weeks and what's ahead of me. My life is going to change so much, it almost makes me sad. Almost. Instead of dwelling on it I reach for the shampoo and wash my hair. After rinsing, I use conditioner and have an all over wash before turning off the water and jumping back out, quickly wrapping myself with the towel so I don't get cold. I brush my teeth then grab my phone and head back to my bedroom. At first I just collapse on my bed and lay there, letting myself dry naturally. And then my phone makes a noise. *Beedoo* I pick it up and open the new message:

*Unknown number*

Hey it's Cameron! Just thought I'd drop you a text and see if you're busy this afternoon.. A couple of the guys and me are going to this fair that's in town if you wanna join?

Now I love fairs. And this would be a great chance for me to meet some more people, never mind get to spend time with Cameron, so I'm obviously keen.

*Reply*

Hey, thanks for texting me. Sure that sounds like fun, you sure your friends won't mind a girl tagging along? ;)

*Cameron*

Nah they're cool. You'll like them!(: I'll pick you up about 1!

Well that settles that then! I still have a few hours to kill though so I load up my laptop and spend some time browsing the internet. I check my emails, which consists mainly of spam and a couple of emails from people back home that I quickly respond to keeping things short and sweet. I then take a look at twitter and as usual notice nothing of great importance but manage to spend the next 30 minutes scrolling through the pages of random tweets. At this point I realise I have little over an hour until Cameron is due so decide it's about time I got myself ready so I look in my closet for something to wear. I settle on some worn light denim jean shorts, a baggy teal crop top with the Positive Outlook sign on the front (+o) and my light grey vans. I look in the mirror at my reflection. I'm a pretty short girl, only just reaching 5ft3 but my body shape is nicely in proportion with my height. I'm not skinny, I have natural curves, a booty, and a few bits of flab here and there but I'm confident in my body. I pull my dark blonde hair to the right side of my face and plait it into a loose, messy fishtail and let my bangs fall in their natural waves, framing my face. It's going to be hot out which coming from England, I'm not used to, so I decide not to go heavy on the make up. A little concealer for the few blemishes I have, mascara, and a little raspberry lip balm. My cheeks are naturally rosey so no need for any sort of blush. Hopefully I'll start to tan a little so I won't look so pale in comparison to the rest of America, which also might help bring out the colour in my hazel eyes. Before I know it the doorbell is ringing. I check myself over one more time in the mirror before quickly grabbing my phone and purse and heading towards the door.