Human // c.d

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Cameron's POV

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"You know Cameron, I don't even know what love is. I never did." Her words hit me harder than they were suppose to, and I'm debating on if I should believe them. She definitely knows what the fuck love is because honestly, that's all I've given her since the day we met. And I know that I messed up by ignoring her, but we're already passed that, and there's really no need to bring it back up.

I remember the day she was shoved into the streets, I felt as if it were my fault, so I had no choice but to help her up, I had no choice but to shove her in the van, I had no choice but to worry because I can't bare someone being injured because of me, I had no choice but to ask her to stay at the hotel, honestly I just wanted to know her better, I had no choice but to sleep close to her that night, not letting go of her once because I liked how it felt so perfect, I had no choice but to get myself so caught up into her and not let anything else bother me. I had no choice but to love the girl, to show her a different world of fame and reality. To show her a world that she's never seen before.

But in all odds, I loved her from day one, and there's no damn way she's going to stand here and tell me she doesn't know what love is.

"So, what are you saying?" I stood a good distance from her, she looked mad enough as it is, and I don't want to see her get even more mad. I hate seeing her mad like this, I utterly hate it. I feel like it takes forever to get out of an argument, and whenever we finally do, something else happens.

"I'm saying I'm not use to this." She calmed herself, leaving over the balcony.

"Me either." I admitted, and she didn't even bother looking at me. Part of me is glad she didn't, because my eye are really red, and I don't want to let her see me cry.

"You're my first boyfriend. And you know, first boyfriends are suppose to be nerve wracking. Having your first kiss and all. Going on dates. But no, that's not how it is. Reality is a fucked up place Cameron. I have to deal with so much more than a usual teenage girl in a relationship. This isn't just some normal, simple love fest we have, I have to worry about not getting hated on, or not running into Madison Beer at a diner. You're lucky I love you because if I didn't-"

"Oh, so you know what love is now?" I jokingly grinned at her, and she turned to me.

"I'm a girl, cut me some slack." She walked towards me.

"It's not your fault Madison showed up there, and I'm sorry for taking it out on you." Her voice loosened, "I'm just happy Charlie was there to save me."

"I'm just happy that you're smiling." I said to her, holding her waist.

She laid her head on my shoulder, mumbling, "I'm hungry."