jυѕт lιѕтen тo мy voιce. || kritz fanfic

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john.

I gasped, rolling off what I thought was my bed, realizing Cameron was still on the couch. "Cam?" I asked groggily, he didn't wake up. "Oh shit," I muttered, looking at him asleep.

'Fuck dude, he's hot.'

I felt my cheeks heat up at the fact he stayed in the treehouse with me, I glanced around us, the sun shining through the windows and it was colder than before. I shivered while watching Cameron move around in the couch, I smiled and tried shaking him awake which worked. His bright blue eyes slowly opened, looking at me before smiling. "Good-mornin', honey."
"Heya, sweetheart. You slept here?"
"Yeah, I didn't want to move or wake you so I stayed."
"Cam, you didn't have to do that," I spoke concerned, I kept him here and it wasn't my intention to fall asleep so quick. "You could've left if you really felt like it."
"I know, but I wanted to stay with you," Cameron responded, his mesmerizing blue eyes caught me off-guard, making my face heat up even more than before, listening to him chuckle softly made my morning. "Hey, don't you have to work?"
"Nah, I can just skip it."
"You sure? I don't wanna stop you."
"It's not like I wanna work anyways, I'd rather spend my day with you," I spoke with a grin, Cameron looks away from me and I scoff. "C'mon, I can make you some coffee."
"I'm more of a tea type of guy."
"Jesus, you're so gay."
"For you," Cameron answered with a wink, I played it off as funny but in the back of my head, I was left curious if he was telling the truth. "Don't worry, we probably have some tea packs lying around," I mentioned, climbing down the ladder and stepping into the wet grass that squished underneath my shoes, making them squeak with each step; Cameron soon followed me inside, I opened the screen door and the wooden floor squeaked due to the wetness on the bottoms of our shoes. I went for the coffee machine and heated up some water in a kettle while I waited for my coffee to finish, Cam silently grabbed me from my waist, pulling me toward him. "Hey, what're you doing?"
"Do you wanna go on a date?"
"What?" I asked again.
"D-Do you wanna go on a date with me?"
"Yeah, yeah I would like that," I replied, he smiled and hugged me in response leading me to hug him back. The kettle whistled behind us and the coffee machine buzzed as the birds chirped outside, the suns rays blocked from a couple of clouds.
Once my coffee machine buzzed again, I let go of Cameron - no matter how much I didn't want to - and kissed his cheek, leaving him blushing as a pink tint shaded his face, blue eyes widening and he covered his face with both hands. "Wow, and you tell me that I get flustered easily?"
"I-I didn't see that coming, you prick!"
"Thanks, sweetheart," I spoke sarcastically, pouring coffee into my mug and some coffee creamer whilst Cameron made his own chamomile tea. We both drank our coffee and tea in silence, I glanced up at him a couple times only to realize he was already looking right back at me. I've never gone out on a date before let alone be together with somebody, so thinking about it made me anxious deep down, wondering how it'd go scared me.
'I could fuck up at any point and time, how did he even take interest in me? God, I'm gonna lose my fucking shit.'
I set my coffee down in the sink, too lazy to do any dishes. "I gotta go home," I heard him mumble, I looked back at him. "What?"
"I-I gotta get home, I just realized that I didn't tell my Dad that I-I was here," Cameron stuttered, I noticed the gloss in his eyes as he began to cry. "Cameron, come here," I demanded, he walked over to me and I hugged him, making circles on his back to calm him down. I'm not the type of person to comfort anybody, but I wanted to comfort Cameron. "I don't wanna go home," He mumbled, his voice cracking up; I felt his tears dry on my shoulder as new tears dropped down. "We still gotta get you home, I'll walk you there," I pulled away, cupping his face with my hands and looking into his eyes, blue eyes used to be so bright but now they're so dull, clouded with sadness that I wish I could make go away. Something about holding him so close to me, I felt like kissing him but I stopped myself and just rubbed his tears away with my sleeve. "You're gonna be okay, Cam."
"Are you sure?"
"I'll make sure you are okay," I reassured, my voice steady and serious, he nodded, smiling softly with a chuckle. "I didn't know that you cared so much."
"Maybe I do," I responded. I let him finish his tea and calm him down to see his Dad.
I know what his Dads doing.
I know what he's going through.
I know I want to slap some sense into his Dad.
Yet, I knew Cameron wouldn't want that.
"Hey honey," Cameron started, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Thank you."
"No problem, sweetheart. Are you ready to go now? It's been a while."
"Yeah, yeah, sorry for the holdup," Cam apologized, I grabbed his hand and reassured him that it was fine, of course, Cameron didn't believe me however we started our way back in his apartment.
For me, I always found kind of funny about how whenever we're on a walk together, the atmosphere between us is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I always tend to smile or laugh whenever it's too quiet, hence he always caught me smiling; most of the time I'd be smiling thinking about him.
How sweet and kind he is towards me.
I took a glance at him and realized we both looked at each other at the same time. A smile formed on his face as so did mine, I felt his hand intertwine with mine and held his back.