Human // c.d

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Cameron's POV
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Her drunk self danced around the living room, and even though she was making a complete fool of herself, she managed to make me smile. Just the fact that she isn't sad anymore makes me happy, even if it involved a little alcohol, which was Nash's idea.

I'm glad she met Charlie, someone who doesn't judge her because of me. Part of me realized that was what she needed this entire time, a friend other than the boys. Someone she could talk to.

Jessi's hair was a complete mess, clinging to her face. I watched her dance awfully to the loud music coming from the Nash's system, and I couldn't take my eyes off her even if I wanted to. I haven't seen her smile this much since I left. I enjoyed it, too.

I enjoyed seeing her so happy, so full of life.

Charlie was just as pitiful as her, a drink attached to her hands. She looks to be having fun, her smile big. Not as big as Jessi's though.

"Cameron, come dance with me." Jessi's eyes followed me as I walked to the kitchen.

"I can't dance." I made up an excuse, which actually I'm not the best dancer, but still.

I opened the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of cold water. I walked back into the living room, the water pouring into my mouth.

Jessi's eyes still on mine, her bottom lip clung over her top, and I knew I wouldn't get out of this.

I sat down in my seat, smiling at her playful self.

She walked towards me, surprisingly sitting on me, face to face. She must be really drunk, sitting on me and all. Her drunk eyes lingered into mine, why was she staring at me like that? Like I'm some sort of angel.

I did this girl wrong, ignored her for months, and she still loves me enough to be here with me. Even if we aren't talking, just being in the same room with her gives me the assurance that everything's okay.

I wish I didn't have to leave her three months ago, because the small time we had together was breathtaking. It was so damn amazing loving someone as perfect as she truly is.

I'll never understand what drew me to her. That one day, the first day I met her outside of the busy hotel, she caught my eye. And, it's not just because of the fact that she was shoved out onto the streets. It's the fact that she wasn't screaming in my ears begging for a picture, or trying to get my attention. I liked the fact that she was pissed off because of the girls, the minute I shoved her into the van was the minute I started liking her.

And nothing about my feelings have changed for the crazed, drunk girl sitting on my lap. I think I'll always love her, no matter how hard I try not to, I'll always fucking love her.