Things End, Deal With It

fifteen

"Why are you so obsessed with sandwiches? That's all you ever want to eat."

"Shut up, Cam," I say, my mouth full of my chicken sub. "I like to eat pizza too."

"Okay, Cheyenne. Okay." We were in Subway, eating subs(obviously).

"So," I wipe my mouth on my napkin after swallowing. "What do you think about Sam?" I pick up my Dr. Pepper and swirl it around in my cup.

"What do you want me to think about him?" He picks up his sandwich and takes another bite. I shrug.

"I mean I want you to like him, but it's whatever."

"Then I like him."

"No, Cam. I want the truth."

"I seriously do like him. He's a cool dude."

"Good because I wasn't going to get rid of him." We finish our sandwichs, refill our drinks, then head out to his car. "Where are we going now?" I ask, rolling down my window.

"Where do you want to go?" he asks, pulling out of the parking lot.

"What's Nash doing today?"

"So many questions, but he went to go see Chloe."

"Chloe? Why is he with Chloe?" I get a disgusted look on my face at her name.

"Damn, Cheyenne, calm yourself."

"Sorry."

"You got a lil crush on Nash?" he pesters me.

"No, I just want to know why he's with her? I thought they were over." I cross my arms over my chest and look at the road.

"He wanted to make sure she wasn't still mad at him. Like, he wanted to apologize so she's not pissed at him for the rest of their lives," he explains to me.

"Why should he apologize? He didn't do anything." I'm so confused.

"He just feels like he should."

"That just doesn't make any sense," I grumble.

"That's what I said, but whatever," he agrees. I pick at the frayed hole in my shorts as Cam drives down the road.

He said, "I've been to the year 3000,
not much has changed but they lived under water.."

I answer my phone and cut off one of my many favorite songs.

"Mom."

"Cheyenne." I laugh. "Where are you?"

"I'm still with Cam. We just got done at Subway." I take a drink of my pop and put it back in the cup holder.

"Oh. Well, I just got back from work and called to tell you that. I'm gonna get in the shower then go to sleep." Mom was at work all night; someone called off, and she had to go in.

"Okay, I'll be home sometime later."

"Alright, have fun."

"Bye Mom."

"Bye, sweetie."

"Bye Mom!" Cameron screechs. Mom laughs.

"Bye Cameron." I hang up the phone and lay it on my lap. I reach over and turn the volume up on the radio. Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer is on, and I almost die. I start literally fangirlling in the passenger seat, like any good fangirl, and Cam laughs at me. He's seen this a million times, but he still finds it hilarious each time it happens. I sing along, rather loudly and horribly I might add, to the beautiful song.

"Lord, you're weird," Cam states.

"Thank boo boo." I throw him a kiss and a wink, and he accepts. "I'm gonna call Nash and see if him and... her are finished." I click on his contact and hit the little icon thingy shaped like a phone. It rings until his voicemail comes on.

"Hey, it's Nash. Since I didn't answer, I might call you-"

I end the voicemail short by hitting the end button.

"Go to her house," I tell Cameron, harshly.

"What?"

"Go to her house, damn it. I don't have time for your shit!" He speeds up, but then pulls into a gas station. He turns the car off, unbuckles his seat belt, and turns towards me.

"Cheyenne."

"No."

"Cheyenne."

"No," I say louder.

"Fuck, Cheyenne. Look at me."

"No!" I scream at him.

"Cheyenne!" he screams back. "Fucking look at me, or I swear to God, I'm starting this car and driving us both off a damn cliff."

"You wouldn't do it."

"Oh, hell yes I would."

"I know you, Cam. You wouldn't. You wouldn't kill yourself, and you wouldn't kill me."

"Fine, I was just fucking saying that. Would you just look at me? Fuck." I turn my head to look at him. "Finally. What is with you? It wasn't five minutes ago, you were fucking fine."

"Stop cursing."

"You started the cursing first."

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and cross my feet on the dash.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Aaron kept me sane, I guess."

"I'll keep you sane. Nash and I will both keep you sane."

"I need more people than that." I huff.

"You have everyone you could possibly need. You have all the girls and all the guys looking out for you."

"I need Sammy."

"But you have him?" he questions.

"Not fully."

*

"Sorry, sorry, sorry," Nash exclaims when he finally answers the phone.

"I knew if I called you enough, you'd eventually pick up." I smirked to myself.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure thirty-four was enough."

"Can you come over again?"

"Yeah, what do you need?" he asks, concerned. "Do you want me to bring anything?"

"I just need you, please."

"Okay." I bite my lip.

"And that hoodie I like."

*

Nash arrived twenty minutes later with the hoodie and a brown paper bag.

"Here." He hands me the hoodie, and I slip it over my head. It's the gray one; the really big, nice gray one. "Ice cream, chocolate moosetracks." He holds out the paper bag for me to take. I bring it into the kitchen with me; Nash trailing behind me. I open the half gallon and get two spoons from the silverwear drawer. I hand him one and take a spoonful out with mine. "Is your mom sleeping?" I nod.

"It's four a.m. Why wouldn't she be?" He shrugs.

"I was just asking, ya boob." I stick my tongue out at him and take another bite. "This is really good."

"That's why it's my favorite, duh," I reply. Nash goes to stand behind me and wraps one arm around my waist; the other still feeding his mouth ice cream. "I like you when you're all cuddly and puppy-like."

"I like you like that too."