Cameron Dallas Smut

number

Requested from @summerbaby7

today is the two year anniversary of my moms death. i've been paying her phone bill during that time, so i can still call her number and listen to her voice in her voicemail.

i woke up, dreading the day like always.

but this times different, i grab my phone from my nightstand and text my mom.

"hey, mom. i'm missing you so much right now. these past two years have been awful without you, i really need one of your hugs right now. anyways, i really should be getting ready for my lecture. you're my best friend, always. i'll see you soon, i love you

with love,
cyrus"

i throw on a hoodie, some leggings and vans, (bc go to outfit) before running to the kitchen and saying goodbye to my roommate.

sitting through a 3 hour lecture is the last thing i want to be doing today.

i arrive to the classroom and take a seat, turning my phone off in the process.

these 3 hours will fly by, i think. i'm doing this for mom, i'm carrying on her legacy, so she can live through me.

~~skip the class~~

class went a little over, but it's fine. i didn't have plans anyway.

i turn my phone on and decide to get ice cream and take it to my moms favorite spot; a bench in the middle of a park.

it should be especially pretty now, because the cherry blossoms are in bloom.

i walk to the park, and notice a new bench, i head over and seen it's dedicated to my mom. cecile: loved by many, missed by all. wsu will never forget such a beautiful soul.

i take a seat, with tears dripping down my cheeks.

my phone buzzes in my back pocket, i check the message.

"i'm deeply sorry about your mother. and although, she can't hug you, maybe i can? let me know.

xx
taylor"

shit, i forgot to pay her phone bill, and now some creepo has her number, and now mine.

"i'm sorry but i'll just have to pass. thanks for the offer."

"that's too bad, cyrus, correct? i believe you are in my biology 101 with Hahn."

what are the fucking odds, i think to myself. not only does this guy have my number, but we also go to the same fucking college?

only me.

"oh wow, what a coincidence." i text back, i turn my phone off to enjoy my ice cream on this nice fucking day.

i look up, and enjoy the sights.

to my left, there's a match of volleyball going on.

to my right, there's a playground, kids are playing and laughing with no care in the world, with their parents watching them closely.

and in front of me, there's an aisle of cherry trees reaching the end of the park. people are riding bicycles to and from. walking along the long path, a boy catches my eye.

he looks up, and our eyes lock. he's prancing to my direction, definitely taking his time.

i focus my attention back to my cookie dough ice cream, taking a bite and moaning a bit.

"i've never seen someone groan while eating ice cream. it's kinda hot." the boy from a few seconds ago comments. he takes a seat next to me, with his legs turned to me and an arm resting lazily on the back of the bench.

"well, then i guess no one gets the same orgasmic feeling i get from eating ice cream." i snap back, trying to pass the hint that i don't want him here.

"i'm taylor, the guy who has your moms old number." he says, grinning slightly.

"i could've guessed as much."

"damn, you've really got some mouth there. i wonder what else it can do."

my mouth agapes open, i slap him on his stubbly, well chiseled, face and storm off.

i'm too furious to continue eating, so i toss it out.

who the fuck does he think he is, having the audacity to talk inappropriately like he did.

"hey, cyrus," taylor starts. "i was mostly kidding, it came out a lot more douchebag than i thought it would."

i stop walking in my tracks. "you know what taylor," i state, "honestly, it doesn't matter if you didn't mean for it to come out that way. it still happened and of course i'm going to take offense to it."

"i'm sorry, cyrus. i really am. i know today is definitely not the day to pick a fight with you, you're already so upset over your mother. please, let me make it up to you, we can go grab a bite and you can tell me about your mom. i promise no more douchebaggery will come from my mouth."

he sincerely smiles, and i could tell he meant every word he said. maybe he's not that bad after all. and he's right, today is not the day to be fighting with someone. i don't have enough energy.

i breathe heavily for a second, "okay. but i get to pick where we go." i point up to his face, showing him not to mess with me.

"deal," he agrees, he smiles sheepishly as he holds his arm out for me, i lock mine with his and we follow the path of cherry blossoms to the edge of the park.

"so cyrus, where to?"

A/N::: i'm writing like 6 chapters right now so bare w me