Human // c.d

6

We did nothing. Well, not like you expected. No sex of course. But, the Cameron Dallas, did indeed, make out with me for the longest. Yeah, we've known each other for a day of two, but making out is nothing to him. Or at least I don't think.

His lips have yet to part from mine, as he was still kissing me. Every now and then, he'd stop and rest his forehead on mine, but then he'd kiss me again. I had no control over his good kissing and minty breath, and to say I was smiling most of the time.

His pocket vibrated, his lips still connected to mine, he roamed his hand around in his pocket. He answered a sloppy 'Hello' and I'm sure the person on the other line knew what he was doing, or maybe not.

"Yeah- I just can't let anyone know I'm here. You'll have to not get caught, Nash." He leaned away from me, running his fingers through his hair.

"They'll see you, you need to wear a disguise or something." I was trying to make out what he was saying, and as far as I know, he's talking to Nash, and he's more than likely coming over.

"Yeah, Holiday Inn, see you in a bit." He ended the call, pushing his phone back into his saggy, yet tight grey sweatpants.

"Nash is coming. He said it was bored being all by himself." He chuckled, laying back onto the bed.

"Who is Nash?" I asked, heck, I didn't even know who he was until a day or two ago.

"Oh, that's right." He bit his lip, "You'll meet him, he's funny, and he's my best friend." He smiled, walking towards the big window that every room has.

"I don't have a best friend." I said to myself, no intentions of him hearing just to baby me.

"You do have me?" It was more of a question, but I didn't take it that way. I took it as he's there for me, he's my friend. Friend that kisses me.

"Tell me your story, you know, from the start." We were laying side by side, both looking at the white ceiling above us.

"I haven't lived in New York my entire life, actually, last year my mother gave me the responsibility to live on my own. I guess you could say she kicked me out at age 16, so I've been on my own for a year of two." I stopped to take a breath, "I moved here, started a new life. I work on weekends, but I get paid quite well. Benefits of babysitting rich kids." I stuck my tongue out at him.

Cameron didn't say anything, so I was quick to change the subject.

"What's your story?" Was it weird we are still in the same position, starting at the same ceiling.

"I use to be normal, until vine. I guess my vines were funny, and people liked them, therefor I was noticed more each day. It's crazy how far I've come though, really, I mean, I'm just like any other boy." He replied, and I couldn't help but to prove him wrong.

"You're definitely not like any other boy." I crookedly smiled at him, and he returned it. "You're fun to be around, I wouldn't be sitting in a boring arse hotel room if you weren't." My eyes, yet again, focused on the ceiling.

"Or is it because you think I'm hot? You think I'm hot right?" His body flipped over to his stomach.

"What kind of question is that?" I asked, laughing at him, "You're okay, I guess."

I lied, he was not just okay, but from his reaction, he could tell I was kidding.

The knock on the door, which was more than likely Nash, and Cameron was quick to open it for him.

"Oh, I didn't know you had company." Nash gasped, looking at Cameron, "Am I bothering you tw-"

"No." Cameron replied, taking the suitcase from his hands and tossing it on the other bed.

"That's your bed."