Chapter 3

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Cam's POV:

The car ride home from Taco Bell was odd to say the least, no matter how much I tried to start a convocation with Nash all I ever received back was a few "humms" and "yeahs". I guess he must be totally exhausted. Although, he did tend to avoid me a lot when we arrived back to our apartment too, when we first set back through the door he muttered something about needing to think over some stuff, before heading into his bedroom and quietly shutting the door behind him.

That was over four hours ago and I am yet to see him since. I thought that it seemed as though he needed some time to himself for whatever reason and I hoped he would come to me if he needed yo talk, that time is still yet to arrive. I've been occupied though, I've been occupied by the same thought, the same memory that has been haunting me ever since Nash closed his bedroom door...

I'm unable to stop thinking about it, it's like the memory is on re-wined and re-loop over and over again in my head. I can't stop thinking about the way our fingers intertwined as we both reached for the bill (cheesy as that may sound). It felt so wrong, but yet again it felt so perfect at the same time- almost as if our hands belonged together (again, I know, super cheesy). But what am I talking about? Nash and I are friends and that's all we'll ever be. I know this, but yet I can't clear it from my mind.

Nash's POV:

What's wrong with me? Cameron touches my hand and briefly looks into my eyes and I become an absolute mess? I bet he didn't even think anything of it and yet I can't stop thinking about it. Why am I making such a massive deal out of it? I don't know. I'm sure a good nights sleep will help clear everything up in my mind and it will all go back to normal again. The only problem is that I'm being kept awake by the constant thought of it, of how right it felt.

Because of this however, I have not been able look at Cam since, I'm scared that I'll end up blushing again. Oh god, what if he saw the first time? He'll think I'm a wiredo now. Great. I just hope he doesn't question it if he did see me blush, that would take a hell of a lot of explaining, not to mention lying to wriggle out of.

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