recall // Nash Grier and Cameron Dallas boyxboy

I'm Sick of Being Confused

 The beams of sunlight were piercing Nash's eyes, thankfully it seemed like his hangover wasn't so painful that light could be extremely uncomfortable, he simply turned over and opened his eyes. He surveys the scene of last night's events. Cameron's and Nash's clothes are still sprawled across the wooden flooring. Without realizing it, Nash touches his neck and shivers at the thought of Cameron's kisses. He doesn't know what happened after Amber barged in, it seemed easier to close his eyes and try to make it all disappear.

He swings his legs over and walks over to Cameron's dresser, slipping on sweatpants and a dark gray long-sleeve shirt. He walks down the stairs to the living room, to what looked like a rocket ship had crash landed while loaded with booze, teenagers, party favors, and condoms. Nash can hear the shuffling of Cameron in the kitchen gathering a breakfast for himself, so he heads a little bit further down past the living room and takes a left through a set of double doors.

Cameron is dressed in red old gym shorts that fall just above his knees, but they're high enough you can still see his thigh muscles, and a pair of black elite socks. Nash is much more used to the sight, but it still stirs something in his stomach. Cameron is hunched over his bowl of cereal at the island, he at least offers his attention to Nash, but nothing more. Cameron's chocolate eyes continue to show some type of unknown feeling to Nash. Nash drops his head down, and his eyes focus on the lines made by the wood.

"Um...Cameron...I'm sorry. I really didn't want to rep- repe-", Nash takes a breath,"...repeat that time at the hotel."

The only thing that fills the air is a few scattered snores, breathing, and the crunching of almonds and flakes under Cameron's teeth. Nash releases a sigh of defeat and sadness, the only thing left to do was to at least enjoy a breakfast. He shuffles through the cabinets, using prior knowledge of the many years he's stayed over, he soon ends up with a bowl of cereal like Cameron and sits across from him on the island.

Just as soon, Cameron clears up and heads to his room to watch TV. All of a sudden You can hear the drop of a spoon and the clattering of a chair before Nash rushes upstairs towards Cameron, but he ends up tripping and accidentally tackling him onto the floor nearly missing the bed. Nash's small sobs become present, as his breaths heave him up and down on top of Cameron.

"CAM! Please. I am actually sorry. I get it: I fucked up and I fucked up your fucking relationship, but I was drunk and I wasn't even thinking straight! I'm not trying to be all bitchy for sympathy, just tell me....say something...I'm sick of being confused" Nash says croaking and sobbing

Cameron pushes his hands up enough to support his upper body and just as quickly Nash wraps his arms around Cameron's abdomen and pushes his face to his abs.

Cameron runs his hand through Nash's hair "Nash aw man, I'm sorry...I know this all hurts and it's confusing..., but I don't know what to say. Amber and I are working around it, but our friendship...our friendship is something I just don't want to jeopardize. I want to move on from this and you will if I say a simple "apology accepted", but...I don't know..." Cameron was trailing off

"but what?"

No answer.

Nash wipes Cam's abdomen of his tears and gets up only to tumble on to Cameron's bed. Nash takes up the remote and adds life to the TV in the top corner of the room. He's later joined by Cameron, no signs, gestures, or notions of judgment were made for the moment was fragile. Cameron sits behind Nash, facing the TV, and Nash begins to shift away, but Cameron pulls Nash's back closer to him.