One In a Million {Nash Grier & Cameron Dallas Fanfiction}

Chapter 16-Regrets

POV: Cameron

"Cameron, I know we haven't known each other very long... But I feel as if I've been friends with you since like forever."

Sydney was currently sitting next to me on the couch, at my hotel. She said she needed to tell me something so I told her to go ahead.

"What I'm trying to say is that I-" She was cut off by a sharp chirping that was my phone.

I looked at her, trying to apologize with my eyes. "Hold that thought." I said quietly as I pecked her cheek and went to the next room to answer the phone.

"Hello?" I asked into the phone.

"Hello, is this Cameron Dallas?" The lady on the other end asked monotoned.

"Yes ma'am it is." I said smirking.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news." She said blandly. "You were the only one on his phone that was close enough to the hospital. We tried his parents, but they won't be able to get here in time. And..." What was she talking about? WHO was she talking about?

I interrupted her. "Um, excuse me but who are you talking about?" I asked no longer happy nor smiling. I was quite pissed off actually.

"Oh my, how silly of me. Your friend, Nash Grier, was in a terrible accident." She said blandly before continuing with some other pointless information that I payed no attention to.

My heart dropped.

What?

I felt tears threaten to spill over my eyes, but I kept them back.

I interrupted whatever the lady was saying.

"Can I see him? Is he okay? Is he alive? What happened?" I rushed quickly.

"Mr. Dallas, I'm afraid that is quite impossible. Your friend is on the verge of death as we speak. You coming here may just be in vain." She explained having very little emotion in her voice.

"I don't care if it's in vain, I need to be there for him!!" I yelled into the phone angrily.

"Sir, you need to calm down. This is a terrible thing I know-"

I interrupted her again for the umteenth time. "NO YOU DONT KNOW! I AM COMING TO SEE MY BEST FRIEND WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT YOU LITTLE-" I broke off and just hung up the phone.

I stared at the phone for a while, still trying to comprehend what I was just told.

"Cameron?" A tiny voice spoke behind me and I whipped around to see Sydney standing in the doorway looking at my worriedly.

"I-it's Nash." Was all I could choke out. Although I was not crying, I felt emotion build up inside of me and fill my throat making it hard to breath.

"What about Nash?" She asked as she quickly went up to me so that she was standing directly in front of me, a frown engraved on her continuously beautiful face.

"H-he..." I could not finish my sentence for the life of me. What the hell is wrong with me?!

"The call..." Was all Sydney said before covering her face with her hands and collapsing on to the ground.

At first I didn't understand.

Then it dawned on me and my heart dropped even farther in my gut and I collapsed onto my knees right next to Sydney.

"This is all my fault." I whispered wretchedly.

POV: Samantha

Don't judge, but I am watching World War Z for like the zillionth time now. It's a good movie okay? Lot more scientific and realistic that other zombie movies.

My intense movie watching was interrupted by my favorite dubstep song, Animals, and instead of picking up the call right away I listened to it sighing because I am weird that way.

Finally, right before it went to voicemail, I picked it up.

"Yello." I drawled into the phone smirking at myself.

"Sam..." It was Sydney. And she sounded awful.

My attention snapped to the sniffling girl on the phone.

"Sydney? What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Is Cameron there? Did he hurt you? What the hell did you do?" I bombarded the questions, one right after the other.

"Samantha Foster shut up for a moment." She interrupted screaming. "Nash is in the hospital, and the doctors are saying he's not going to make it!" She finished before breaking down.

I could almost literally hear my heart crack.

No.

This isn't possible.

This is a prank, it has to be.

No.

Please God, let this not be true.

The tears flowed freely without me even realizing I was crying.

"W-what happened?" I choked as I slid down the wall of my room and thumped to the floor putting my head on my knees.

"There was a car crash and- Ginger it's all my fault." This was not Sydney speaking, it was Cameron.

My sadness disappeared and harsh, fiery anger replaced it swiftly. "What the fuck do you mean it was your fault?! I will fucking kill you Cameron Dallas if you had anything to do with this-" I broke off remembering something.

The reason why Nash got so pissed at me and I walked home.

"Cameron you fucking idiot!! You were with Leah and Nash found out!!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs now, but the tears kept coming to the point where I was sobbing.

"You were what?!" I heard Sydney in the background cry out.

"No I wasn't! I was with Sydney all day!! I swear I was not anywhere near Leah!!" He yelled back sincerely.

"Then how come I saw-" I started to rant again.

"Guys!! Stop bickering and let's get to the hospital! Nash may not be dead yet!" Sydney screamed through the phone. "We'll pick you up Ginger." She said softly before hanging up.

I looked at the phone.

Recent calls were now pulled up.

And there, right before Sydney's call, was another call.

From Nash.