Charmed Life.

Chapter Twenty.

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I wake to my phone vibrating against my leg, I'm in bed but still fully dressed, after a moment of confusion I remember the night before and how I'd humiliated myself by having a panic attack in front of the Spencer's.

I had no recollection of anything after I'd fallen asleep and assumed one of them had put me to bed.

The vibrations start up again and I dig my hand into my jean pocket and pull my phone out. The harsh light burns my eyes and I squint at the name: Cameron.

I quickly check the time and see its almost 4 in the morning... and I have at least 8 missed calls off him.

"Cameron?" I answer groggily, even though I know it's him.

"You forgot." His gruff voice is laced with something I'm familiar with, anger and alcohol.

Forgot....? And then the lightbulb in my head flicks on. I was supposed to call him when I got home.

"Crap, I'm sorry... I - I fell asleep. Cameron... I'm so so sorry." I stop because I don't know what else to say.

"I was one, just one more missed call away from breaking this door down. Nerdy..." he breathes heavily. "Come outside... please."

Outside?! As in. Right. Friggin'. Outside. My eyes bug out.

"You're right outside!?"

His tipsy laugh makes me want to smile but the worry that someone will see, or hear him has me shushing him and jumping out of bed, I quickly find my shoes while I hear him try to stop chuckling.

"Just come out, I need to see you. I need... to make sure you're okay." He explains.

I'm creeping my way downstairs and towards the front door, hoping and praying there's no alarm system I'm not aware of.

I thankfully make it silently to the front door and grab the keys hooked up on the wall to unlock and open it, Cameron is leaning against a pillar when he finally sees me.

Still talking through the phone he whispers a hello, before giving my a huge grin like he's proud I made it downstairs without a hiccup.

"Hi" I whisper back through the phone looking straight at him. I click the phone off and look to the car behind Cameron. Did he drive here? I squint again and see a silhouette behind the wheel.

Cameron follows my gaze "Thats Chuck, my buddy. My old pal. My palerino." I try really hard not to smile at his drunken words.

"What are yo-you doing h-here?"

"Do you know how cute your stutter is?, I know you hate it. But it's.. what's the word, what's the word... oh! It's cute, wait did I already say that?"

I allow of burst or laughter to flow from me before I clamp up again. Looking behind me to make sure no one heard us or was coming down the stairs, I pull the door to an almost close and walk closer to Cameron.

"It's not cute. It's aw-awkward." I get out with only one blunder.

"It's cute." Cameron repeats putting emphasis on the T at the end before grinning again. Somehow it didn't sound condescending when it came from Cam. Maybe it only did when Martin commented on it.

"But I'm mad at you." He remembers and his grin is replaced with a frown. A bad attempt at a frown as his eyes are still twinkling with earlier cheer.

"I'm sorry." I repeat.

"I don't blame you. You fell asleep. Everyone does that. I do it a lot. Especially in Peters class." He chuckles again.