Hello wankers ;) so I've decided I shall update again when I get 700 followers :p
I've recently started my job and I've been working almost daily so I feel this is fair. When I'm not working I'm with my boyfriend. And next week I start school.
Which I am quite mad as my school hasn't gotten back to me so I can switch to a better school! So basically I'm not in anything right now.-.
I'm also wondering where my followers are from? Comment your country !:)
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Cameron's P.O.V
"We met at the wrong time. That's what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we'll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot. So until then, I'll just have to continue feeling this way everyday. Sad."
I continued to read and re-read that quote. It held such a meaning to me. It's as if all my thoughts had been put into words that actually make sense. Something I would of never come up with.
After the twitter thing with One Path and the argument with Brittany and Samantha I got introuble with their management. But as I told the girls, it's my fame their obtaining so I suggest they shouldn't complain. The manager smiled in defeat, as she knew it was true. And if she were to sue me, I'd win.
I was in the studio with them today, not paying much attention. I just knew today they were covering the song Billionaire by Travie ft Bruno Mars.
When I looked at them they looked unpleasant. As my company was a burden to them. I'm sure it was. As theirs was to me.
I'd rather have her with me but of course she'd rather have Beau with her.
But I couldn't blame her.
I got up and left the booth. Their music had no interest to me. Instead I decided I had to creep on the janoskians.
I looked up their newest stuff and even looked at their oldest things. Tiffany had only appeared in 5 things. She looked flawless. The way she wore her hair. The way her hips swinged when she walked. Her small figure. I couldn't help but fall in love all over again. And I also couldn't help but feel fucking retarted.
She was willing to give me her all this time and I turned her away. And lead her into the arms of another.
I know when I say those words to hurt her, she'll just read the ones he wrote her.
And by that I mean she posted on twitter a photo of a letter Beau wrote her. More like a book. It was 10 pages long. Front and back.
He was such a sick puppy. I hated him, but yet in a way I couldn't. He was treating her right. But his personality I wasn't to found of. I'd prefer her with jai or Luke.
"Cameron" Samantha said braking my thoughts
"What?" I asked turning around.
"They want us to take photos looking happy and all that" she informed me
"And"
"Basically we gotta look as if we get on really well"
"What"
"As if we fancy eachother"
"I really got to learn this British slang"
"It's not that hard mate" she laughed
"That was on purpose you dyke"
"What the hell is a dyke"
"You!"
She laughed and smiled as if the argument between us never happened. She was a good actor but so was I.
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. Walking with her back in.
They took many photos and even had me kiss her cheek.
It didn't feel right, none of this did.
But what could I do. Tiffany had not wanted a single thing to do with me.
Sammi's P.O.V
Cameron had kissed my cheek and I wished I could say fireworks or something inside me had gone off. But nothing.
The night I meet him at the club I wish I could say I was attracted or when they came home. I only agreed because of britt and I would do anything for her.
Only recently I had come to terms with my sexuality. But I couldn't tell anyone.
The way Brittany had looked at Taylor is the way I wished she looked at me.
I was madly in love with her, I have come to this conclusion.
The way she talked and the way we got on. The way she passionately spoke about everything. The way she wasn't afraid to speak her mind.
The way when id come how drunk because I refused to accept my sexuality and I'd pass out on the couch and she'd bring me a blanket and set water and pills on the coffee table for me.
The way she was afraid of lighting so she'd come to my room. And get under the covers and just snuggle with me.
The way she sang her heart out to all the tunes she knew and even the ones she barely knew.
Everything she did.
Cameron's P.O.V
The photos were soon 'leaked' onto twitter as the MAGCON fans and their fans grew in riot. Mine of course were mad or said it was fake because they knew I still loved tiffany. Some thought it was to cover up me being gay for Nash. I laughed at that. Nash and I were straight
I also saw that tiffany posted on her twitter "some people never change. The truth would be nice for once. So fuck you :)" her fans went crazy for that also.
She then went to put "@brooksbeau: you're a bae" my heart ached with that
That should be me. I should be a bae. Yet I wasn't. Or I was but just not to her.
My eyes watered a bit and Samantha looked at me with pity.
"Don't be sad Cameron, I think she'll come around" Samantha smiled
"She'll never be alone as long as she's with him"
"Maybe you need someone to get to like get him to do her dirty like make him cheat!"
"You're brilliant!"
And I knew just the person.....
Kylie Jenner.
I didn't know her personally but I had contacts.
And that was my plan
Operation: get Beau to cheat on Tiffany so he looks like a douche bag and she realizes I'm the one and not him even though she provably doesn't think he's the one but just to make sure.
Or operation A for short
