Dreaming. (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter Twenty-Six.

We froze where we were. Why the fuck did the alarm go off?

"Wait here, babe." Said Cameron, reaching for the bat I kept in the kitchen. I normally kept a bat in every room. Somehow he was to good and he knew everything.

"Be careful." I said. And as he was leaving the kitchen, I couldn't help it, but I followed him into the living room, where all the guys were already up and trying to look out the windows.

"What's going on?" asked Matt.

"I don't know, but ..." Nash got cut off because the door swung open hard. We realized it was raining fucking hard ass hell outside.

"Who are you?" Asked Cameron, who, when the door swung open, quickly got infront of me.

"What do you mean, who am I? It's cartahh, duhh." Are you fucking kidding me! "Where the fuck are the keys to the Mustang, that alarm needs to shutup!"

"What the fuck were you doing outside, at this time, in this weather?" Asked Hayes.

"I was banging this chick." Said Carter with a weird tone in his voice.

"Shutup! You were taking a piss weren't you!?" Asked Johnson.

"Hahaha, yeah he ain't banging no one outside!" Laughed Gilinsky.

"No one! No one! No oooone!" Sang Shawn.

God was this moment perfect.

"Go back to sleep guys. It was a false alarm." I said. Eyeballing Carter who had turned red from everyone making fun of him. "Carter, next time. Take a piss in the bathroom." And I went back into the kitchen. A couple minutes later Cameron walked in. And he was SHIRTLESS! He looked so perfect standing there, and I just looked like a hobo.

"You wanna eat?" He asked, when he returned to making whatever it was he was making.

"Sure," I replied.

"Go on into your bedroom, and i'll take you your food." He said. So I did. But when I got to the bedroom my phone started ringing.

"Hello?" No one answered. "Hello?"

I hung up. And I was looking through my phone. My phone was blowing up with Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram. I went onto instagram first and I had been tagged into alot of pictures so I went onto my profile and went to check. The pictures shown there were of me. In the hospital bed. They were horrible comments on there. Some of them said: 'Look at this guys. She is Cameron's new "fiance" she thinks she's so pretty. I hope that whatever happened to her it kills her.' My god.

I felt like shit at that moment. I went onto Facebook. And it was the same. Twitter, the same. So I went onto Cameron's Facebook. He had messages of girls sending them pictures of them and saying 'why don't you marry someone who is alive?'. Like are you fucking serious.

At that moment I just wanted to die.