Human // c.d

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Jessi's POV

I wasn't sober, but I wasn't exactly drunk either. I felt great, honestly. I knew that this care free act was only a side effect of the alcohol, and that it'd ware off soon, and Cameron and I would more than likely go back to the way we were ignoring each other.

I was still sat on his lap, resting my head onto his bare chest, surprised I haven't fell asleep to the way he's rubbing my back, his hands sneaking under my shirt.

Is it bad that I was still sort of thinking about Madison Beer. I mean, Cameron said she was just a friend, but the way his face turned red at her presence was odd, and I haven't stopped thinking about it honestly.

It all falls together so well. He ignored me for three months, there must have been a girl. A girl that was keeping his attention away from me. It could have been Madison, you never know. There's no telling honestly, and even if I asked him about it, I more than likely wouldn't get the truth.

That's why I may have to ask Nash instead. I think he'd be willing to tell me more about it, or at least more than Cam would.

Charlie passed out a few minutes ago, her legs hanging off the couch. I wish I could easily close my eyes and sleep, but I can't. I can't focus on sleep. I can't focus on anything except stupid Cameron Dallas.

I shouldn't have stayed with him at the hotel that day. I shouldn't have slept in the hotel bed with him. Shouldn't have kissed him in the janitors closet. Shouldn't have let him follow me into the bathroom all those times.

This wasn't suppose to happen. I was suppose to fall in love with a celebrity. I wasn't even suppose to love him as much as I do.

I felt my body lift, his hands underneath my thighs keeping me held onto him. My arms were tangled around his neck, head against his chest. He opened the door to his room, still holding me tight. Since when did he get this strong?

I felt my body press against the mattress, his body not joining with me.

"Where are you going?" I asked, noticing he was about to leave me in here alone. I rather have him in here with me to be honest.

"I thought you'd get mad in the morning if you saw me sleeping next to you." He said, which was actually true, and I respect him for actually thinking ahead. I don't necessarily think I'd get mad at him though..

"Stay with me." My voice slurred, and I knew the alcohol hasn't worn off completely yet. I wouldn't have told him to stay if I was sober. Or maybe I would have.

Who knows, but all I can think about is cuddling up to him in this oversized, white sheeted bed,

all night long.