Chapter 8.

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∞Flora

I woke up, still feeling sleepy. I look up to find that I am on Cameron's bed. Cameron is on the floor, scribbling something down on a notebook. I take a look at the digital clock on his nightstand. 4:23 am.

"Cameron, what are you doing?" I ask.

"Just go back to sleep, Flora." He says.

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I woke up to loud stomping from downstairs.

I look around the room. Cameron is passed out on the floor. I take the blanket from the bed and put it over his body. I then head out of his room.

Dawn enters the house. She then locks the door from behind. For a minute, she stands still.

"I can see you, Flora." Dawn says.

I sigh. I then go downstairs.

"You didn't sleep with my brother, did you?" She asks.

"No. I don't go around sleeping with guys while there family is in the house." I say.

"Why weren't you at the big party across the street?" She asks.

"I-I almost got raped." I said.

An awkward silence fills the air. Out of no where, she engulfs me in a hug. She then lets go.

"Sorry about that. I just..." She pauses.

She sits on the couch. I then take a seat next to her.

"In eighth grade, I went to a huge party. That was a huge mistake." She says, laughing.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Well, I had a couple of beers. I then started dancing on this random guy. He must have thought I wanted it. Next thing I know I am in a bedroom, half naked, and a random guy on top of me." She said.

"Did he..."

"Luckily, no. The cops came. Someone called because of us being underage. They burst through the door and found me. They took the guy away and my parents nearly killed me. Now, I just avoid big parties." She says laughing.

Another awkard silence fills the air.

"Why where you entering the house so early?" I ask.

"I was taking a walk. I usually take morning walks to clear my mind. It gives me a sense of peace. You know?"

"Cameron does the same thing. Except at night. It's funny because you guys are alike, yet so different." I say.

"Believe it or not, we used to be best friends." She said.

"Really?" I said.

"Yep. When we were little, everyone would see us together. We told each other everything. We even slept in the same room. Everything changed in 7 grade." She says.

We both sit in silence.

"I'm guessing you want a shower?" She says.

"I'd love that." I said.

"I'll be right back." Dawn then heads to a room and comes back. She then hands me some boxers, sweats, and a Pierce the Veil shirt.

"Those are actually Cameron's sweats. I just like to steal them." She says.

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I turn on the water and step in the shower.

The hot water hits my skin, causing goosebumps.

Cameron wasn't a bad guy. I was glad I met him. Who knows what would have happened if I didn't find his house.

I then start thinking about my friends. I hope Lulu didn't take her own advice seriously.

I step out of the shower and change into the clothes Dawn gave me. I find a brush and untangle it as much as possible.

I step outside and find Cameron outside in the living room.

"Oh hey. I was wondering if you want to go out for Starbucks."

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"Here is your iced coffee's. Enjoy!"

"Who was your date at the party yesterday?" Cameron said.

"Shawn. Shawn Bentera." I replied.

"Hey! I know him!" He says.

"Really?"

"Yeah. When my sister entered the band, they needed a guitar teacher. The only person available was Shawn, from the guitar shop. I needed better guitar lessons too, so he gave me lessons." He said.

"It seems like music runs through your family." I said.

"It does. My mom used to do musicals and my dad played the piano."

"Why do you play guitar?" I asked.

"It seems fun to play. Ed Sheeran can play the guitar well. Also, my grandpa played guitar while my grandma sang me lullabies." He said.

"That's sweet!" I said.

"My grandpa is my role model." He says.

"Why not your dad?" I asked.

"He's never around anymore. He has this job he takes way to seriously. He either comes home late at night or spends the whole week away."

"How often do you get to see your grandpa?"

"Not to often. It's because he passed."

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Do you guys ship #Floern?

Adios people. :-))

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