Circles (A Cameron Dallas FanFiction)

Circles - Chapter 8

*** 1 week later ***

Cameron's POV

I opened the door to see my favourite face.

Brooklynn's. 

I don't know what it is about her. 

Maybe it's everything. 

"Helloooo?" She said, snapping her fingers in my face.

"Oh right. Yeah. Sorry. Morning gorgeous." I pulled her into a hug and rested my chin on the top of her head. We stayed like this for a minute, until I felt a buzz on my chest. 

She pulled away and checked her phone.

She laughed hysterically, leaving me standing there, awkwardly.

"What's so funny?" I said, laughing nervously.

"Oh nothing.. Just something Shawn texted me." She managed through her giggles.

Shawn? 

I felt my muscles tense. I furrowed my brow, and clenched my fists. 

I shook it off, and flashed her a fake smile. 

"So, um what's up?"

She sighed, "Dad said I had to meet the boys he's now working with. What're you called again?" She closed one eye, trying to remember.

I smiled (a real smile) at her cuteness. 

"Magcon. They're coming over here soon." I finally said.

"Yeah. Whatever the hell THAT means.."

"Well somebody got up on the wrong side of the bed, didn't they?" I smirked at her.

She rolled her eyes, "I always wake up on the wrong side of the bed." She pushed past me, and went straight to the fridge.

"Oh sure, help yourself to the unlimited supply of food we have!" I said, closing the door.

"Will do!" She said, pulling out chocolate-chip cookie dough ice-cream. My favourite.

I ran up to her and grabbed the pot out her little hands.

"Ayeee! Not my chocolate chip cookie dough!" 

Her jaw dropped and she glared at me. She lunged towards me, and I dodged out the way.

"You're gonna have to do better than that babe!" I laughed, running into the living room.

"Get back here you cheeky little shit!" She screamed, following me.

I jumped onto one of the couches, and she jumped onto the other. We were separated by a table. Brooklynn looked down at the table, then at my couch. 

"There's no way you're making that jump!" I said.

"Watch me and weep, pretty boy." She said, going to the the end of the couch, preparing for a run up.

"Pretty boy? What's that supposed to mean?" I said taking the lid off the ice cream tub.

She ran along the couch.

"It means you're too pretty for this ice cream!" She leaped off the couch, and landed ontop of me, causing me to fall back onto my back, with Brooke on my stomach.

"Where's the ice cream, pretty boy?!" She said, pinning my hands to the side.

I laughed and shook my head. 

"Caaaaaaaaaam...." She whined. 

I shook my head again, giving her a playful smirk. 

She batted her thick eyelashes and smiled sweetly at me.

"Eurgh... You know I can't resist when you do that!" I sighed in defeat.

I got the ice cream out of it's hiding place, and handed it to her.

She grinned at me with her pearly white teeth, and pulled out two spoons from her back pocket. She threw one to me, which hit me right in the forehead.

"Ow! Brooke!" 

She just laughed at me, digging her spoon into the ice cream.

I stuck out my bottom lip and gave her the puppy eyes.

"Awwwe wickle baby Camwun." She mimicked, pinching my cheeks between her fingers and thumbs. "I'll kiss it better, shall I?"

I nodded, still pouting.

She bent down, and pecked my forehead, for a split second. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I smiled. I looked up at her, also with bright pink cheeks. She bit her lip, but when she caught be looking, she quickly turned away and dug back into the ice cream. 

"Oi, lemme get some." I said, sitting up. She was now on my lap, facing me with her legs wrapped around my body. 

She stuck her spoon into the tub, and fished out a massive blob of ice cream. 

We both laughed as she shoved the spoon down my throat. 

We sat there, eating ice cream on the couch, until a knock on the door.