I walked into our shared house in California, furious with Cameron. I slammed the door behind me and heard Cam say, “HI, BABE!” which was his typical greeting no matter where he was in the house. This time, he was in the living room watching TV. “Cam I’m so tired of you telling Nash every single little detail of what we do. He always has to tweet something that is indirectly about it and it’s really annoying!” I said, trying not to raise my voice much. “What are you talking about? I don’t tell him everything.” He said getting up from the couch. “Well if you aren’t then who is? The neighbor?” I asked. Cameron stood there in silence.
”This is every time Cameron. Every time.” I said breaking the silence. “You know, I think you just take things to seriously.” Cameron said laughing a bit. I looked at him, anger rising up. “Too seriously? How would you like it if fans came up to you and asked you if you were ‘sore from last night’ or even better, I’ve been asked if I was pregnant! Does that seem like something I should take as a joke?” I yelled. “I’m pretty sure they were all joking.” Cameron responded. “Cameron, you know, whenever YOU have a problem with something, I at least try to fix it instead of telling you that you’re taking things to seriously. I’m here for you all the time but the ONE TIME I have a problem with something, it’s nothing to you! Do you know how much that hurts?” I asked, aggravated. Again, he stood in silence. He wiped the smirk off his face.
”So here’s the deal. Either you stop telling Nash every detail of us or tell him to at least stop tweeting things about it OR I’m never going to another Magcon event with you because I’m tired of all the comments. Your choice.” I said crossing my arms over my chest, watching Cam intently. He looked at you with disbelief. “Look, I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t tell Nash everything because it isn’t his business. I won’t tell him stuff like that anymore. I promise.” Cameron said, swallowing. “Thank you.” I said and then went upstairs to take a shower.
