you&me// c.d & n.g

eight

*Cameron's POV*

We were basically naked. Only her panties and my underwear separating us. Noting happened. Not like, sex.

Until I heard something.

"What the fuck are you guys doing?"

She pulled away and I looked up.

Shit.

It was Damon. He knew about Nash.

What the fuck have I done?

"D-Damon," Lills started.

I just sat there. Man I fucked up. Really bad.

"What the hell are you guys thinking?!"

"I-I don't know. We were just talking and then we,"

"Where's the condom?"

"What?"

"YOU GUYS DIDNT FUCKING USE A CONDOM LILLS YOU CANT BE PREGNANT YOUR ALMOST SEVENTEEN!"

"We didn't need a condom." I spoke up.

"Oh so you didn't fuck her? Save that for later, then, right?"

"Damon," she objected.

"No! What about Nash, huh? He loves you!"

"He doesn't know me! He doesn't know anything about me. And he's not here. Cam is here. Right now. And in this moment...."

I looked at her.

In this moment?

*Lilly's POV*

Damon took off his sweatshirt and handed it to me.

What did I do?

I started crying.

"I'm sorry. I just. I don't know, Damon. It just happened. And I'm gonna hurt Nash if he finds out about this and." My sobs were getting louder. He came and sat down next to me.

"Shhh... It's okay. I won't tell. Just act like it didn't happen, okay?"

I nodded.

"But... We planned a date. Before this."

He sighed. "Go. Obviously you have feelings for each other. Don't tell anybody that it's a date. Just go. Tomorrow. Well. Later today. When we get to Orlando."

I smiled. "Thanks, Damon."

"Alright, now you should go to bed, I mean. You have a date tomorrow." He winked at me. I smiled and gave him a bear hug. Then I went and put on some Nike Pro shorts, kept Damon's sweatshirt on, and fell asleep in my bunk.

*Damon's POV*

Lills left and I almost did too, until I remembered that Cam was there. Honestly, he intimidated me. I mean, he's a big guy, and yeah, I'm older, but. He's a buff guy. And I'm. Me.

(A/N literally Damon is so fucking small it's cute I can't even)

He had tears in his eyes.

"I'm not gonna comfort you," I joked. He still looked hurt, "What's wrong?"

"I hated seeing her cry. How are you so good at making her feel better? How did that not break you?"

"I'm very familiar with her cries. I know how to comfort her. I've experienced it several times before, you just have to stay strong for her," He looked confused, so I continued, "She tried to commit suicide. Gilinsky found her. But she called me, first. To say goodbye. Before she went unconcious. I was on my way to her house, but they were pulling out. So I called Jack. He told me what happened. He had to knock the door down to get to her. She sliced her arms, took some pills. She was unconcious. I was scared, not gonna lie. I met them at the hospital, and she was in there for a few days. But she recovered, thank God. She had to get stitches on her arms and get her stomach pumped. Jack and I never left her side. But she didn't remember being in the hospital, so we pretended that it never happened. Didn't try to tell her."