Childhood Friends |Cameron Dallas|

Chapter 24

*Maggie's POV*

When we were leaving the hospital, and Cam was asking to put on my bracelet. I couldn't do it. I wasn't going to let him see my scars. He would either tell me to stop like everyone else does or treat me like a different person just because I hurt myself.

The ride home was nothing but silence, and soft music coming out of the speakers. I think it was mostly because we were deep in thought. The only thing that was on my mind was: What will Cameron think of me if I tell him?

"Are you coming?" Cameron said while standing outside next to me with my door open. I guess we have been here for a while. How did I not even notice he got out of the car? I shook it off.

"Oh.... uh yeah.. sorry.." I said quietly while brushing past him. I walked straight for the door with my eyes glued to the ground. Once I got inside, I saw Mom in the kitchen. Honestly, I didn't want to talk to her right now. In fact, I don't want to talk to anyone right now. I quickly ran upstairs to the guest room. I never really slept in it because I always fell asleep in Cameron's room.

Whenever I want to escape from the world I come in here. Usually, no one bothers me, but occasionally Cameron would come in to see what was going on.

I got under the covers, but couldn't even relax. I thought someone was going to come in here any second. Sure enough, I was right. Cameron quietly knocked on the door. "What?" I said harshly. I don't like being mean or rude to him, but I just kind of slipped out.

"Uh hey Mags.. Can I come in?" He said awkwardly. Just from that sentence I knew I would have to do some explaining. "Yeah, I guess." With no hesitation at all, he came over and laid down next to me. I moved over to give him a little more room. "Can I ask you a question?" Cameron said while staring at the ceiling.

"Shoot." I replied while turning my entire body to face him. He chuckled and did the same while staring in my eyes.

"Why wouldn't you let me put on your bracelet? I mean, you always let me, and now for some reason you won't let me." He asked with worry in his eyes. I sighed at the fact that I would have to explain myself.

"Because I didn't want you to treat me different." I said as I stared into his big brown eyes.

"What do you mean?" Instead of telling him I decided I would just show him. I sat up, and took off all my bracelets revealing my scars. I shoved my arm in front of him, and saw sorrow, worry, and sympathy. He looked up at me with tears threatening to spill out. "W-Why?" His voice was shaky.

Here comes the explanation I tried to avoid.

*Cameron's POV*

Ever since Maggie got out of the car, I knew something was up. She looked kind of depressed, and like something was bothering her.

She basically ran upstairs, so I didn't get to talk to her. My mom caught me while she was in the kitchen, and quickly ran over. "Cameron! How are you feeling? Are you hungry? I love having you home!!" She asked excitedly while wrapping me in a very tight hug. I laughed at how happy she was for me to be here. "Im feeling great, and I love being home! I'm not really hungry. I think I'm just going to go upstairs, and talk to Maggie." She looked confused. "Wait.. she already came in? I didn't even see her."

"Yeah she went up the stairs pretty fast. I think there's something wrong with her." I said clearly very worried.

"Oh okay. Well, good luck! Try to cheer her up." Mom said as she patted my back lightly, and with that I made my way up the stairs.

When I got to the guest bedroom, and heard someone or something move around. I knocked on the door ever so lightly. "What?" I heard a very annoyed Maggie on the other side. She clearly didn't want to talk, but I did. I know this might sound selfish, but this type of thing happens alot. She gets upset, goes into her room, she won't talk to anyone but me, and I make her feel better. "Uh hey Mags. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, I guess." She answered softly. I opened the door, and went over to her. I laid on the bed right next to her. She moved over so I can have some room. "Can I ask you a question?" Still looking at the ceiling because I knew that if I looked at her and saw her hurt face, I wouldn't be able to do it. "Shoot." I loved how even at the worst times she could still make me laugh. I changed my mind, I want to look into her gorgeous blue eyes. When I looked at them, they weren't a nice sea blue that they usually were. Instead they were a sad almost gray color.

"Why wouldn't you let me put on your bracelet? I mean, you always let me, and now for some reason you won't let me." I finally spit out. I wasn't really wondering why she wouldn't let me try it on. I was wondering why she was so defensive about taking off.

"Because I didn't want you to treat me different." She said softly while looking down.

"What do you mean?" I asked curious on why she said that. Without a word she sat up, and fiddled with her arms. Then, with a frown on her face she shoved her arm at me. I looked at her arm just to find a bunch of tiny cuts all down her forearm. Why would she do this to herself? Does she not like herself? How? A billion if questions were swirling around my head, but only one came out. "Why?" My voice was trembling, and I was on the verge of tears. I didn't let them free because I had to stay strong for Maggie.

"Because I deserve it. I deserve to get hurt. I still don't understand that you can get a billion different girls, but you chose me. I'm worthless. I'm an ugly, unfunny, dumb teenage girl. That's why I do this." She explained as tears streamed down her perfectly structured face.

"No you're not." I disagreed with my head down.

"Y-Yeah I am. It's okay I have accepted it a long time ago." She stuttered. She actually thought this for that long? How have I not realized it?

"No... Maggie you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met in my life. I chose you because I want to be with you. Do you know why? It's because even when I'm in my worse moods, you can make me laugh and cheer me up. What I don't understand is how you can think of yourself like that. l know for a fact that you don't deserve anything you do to yourself. If you think that you are worthless, then I shouldn't even be alive. You know why? Because you're worth so much. I don't know what I would do if I didn't have you. It makes me so sad to see what you have done to yourself. You. Maggie Carney. Are most gorgeous, most intelligent, and sweetest girl I know. I cannot emphasize this enough. I love you so much, I need you to know that." I was crying like an idiot at this point. I pulled her arm close to me, and kissed her scars. She was crying hysterically. She could barley breathe. I pulled her into the tightest hug I have ever given someone. "I love you so much, Cameron." She whispered into my chest. I smiled, and stroked her hair. I pulled away, and saw that her eyes were barely open.

"Let's take a little nap." I said and she nodded. She laid down, and laid down right next to her. I held on to her with a tight grip. Maggie interlocked our hands, and I rubbed her knuckles. "Cam, I can't fall asleep. I'm too tense." I started to rub her back in little circles. "Shhh just relax." said softly, trying to comfort her.

After about 10 minutes, I felt her back move up and down at a steady pace. I sat up just a tad, and saw her swollen eyes were closed gently and her mouth was opened just a crack to let air in and out. I smiled at how cute she looked when she slept. I laid back down, and closed my eyes. Soon after, I was starting to doze off, and sleep took over me.

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Hey guys! I'm so sorry that I didn't update that much this week, but I did now so yaaaay! Of course, I forgot Maggie's last name once again. Now were sticking with Carney!

My new book is going to be called: Changes (A Matthew Espinosa Fanfic)

I love you all so much!

Stay Fab!

-Julie 😋