Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Four

I get home eventually, after dropping Taylor off. My mom's in the kitchen making tacos on the stove. "Hey, mom." I mumble, walking through the door.

"Hi, sweetie. How was school? What'd you learn?" She started blaring all of these questions.

"Mom, mom, mom, mom. Stop." I put my hands up.

"What? Did you get bullied? Do I need to go up there?"

She manages to push a smile on my face and I look over at her. "No, mom. I don't need you up there." I just need food."

~Dinner~

My mom hits her fork against the plate as she stabs her corn before eating it. Me, on the other hand, only moves them around trying to avoid the task at hand. I pick up my taco and bite into it before looking at the small TV. "Leighton, are you happy?" My mom asks, out of no where.

"What?"

"Are you happy?" She repeats.

"I mean, I guess?" I answer, lying a bit. That's such a peculiar question, asked at the weirdest time.

"Sincerely, Leighton. Because all I want is for you to be happy...." She admits, fork still in her hand as she stares at me.

"Mom, I'm happy.." I rub the top of her hand with my thumb and smile. "Maybe...maybe change can be a great thing." My mom stressfully rubs her forehead, wiping a little sweat off the surface. She sighs before getting up and putting her plate in the microwave. I lose my appetite, feeling bad now. I take a minute and ponder upon her question. Am I happy? Define happy. I mean, really, what is it? So many people have so many different definitions. I don't know what I am. Maybe a confused girl from Indiana, living in a place she has no business being in.

My phone buzzes against the table top, and I look down on it. Gale's calling. I answer my phone, and hear his husky voice. "Leighton?"

"Hey, Gale."

"Where are you right now?" He asks, static coming from the other line.

"At my house...? What's wrong?"

"Just .... just wondering." He stutters. I begin to think he might pull another airport incident and try to fly out to my house. For those of you who don't know Gale, he will do it. "Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure." I buzz, getting up and walking over to the sink with my plate. I roll up my sleeves as the line falls silent. I'm about to say hello, because I think he might've hung up, but he sighs, distinguishing all of my worries. I run my plate under hot water and listen.

"Did you like our kiss?" He finally asks.

I pause, and stop the water. Why am I getting asked so many easily difficult questions? "Uhh..." I start, only to save myself time, and help me think about what I want to say. The real problem is what I need to say. If I said something Gale didn't like, we'd most likely get into an argument, and he'd call the next day saying things like 'I'm sorry' or 'I was being stupid' which are classic terms for him. He has a bad temper. Not to the point where he'd hit me, but only as in he likes so much, he doesn't want things to go wrong, like his parents' relationship. So every little perk of our friendship is magically supposed to blossom, and he's supposed to treat me like the "queen" I am. "Gale..."

"Leighton...." His voice sounds bitter. And sour. And depressed, which makes me feel a shit loads better.

"Honest?"

"That's all I ever want."

"Yes.." I admit. Saying it out loud was harder than I thought. I did kiss him back. He falls silent, so I decide to say something else. "I mean, I kissed you back, didn't I?"