Try to Fix You (Cameron Dallas)

Part 8

~3 weeks later~

Today I took my drivers test. I have my foster mom and Cameron with me.

I passed but now we are just waiting to get my license.

"Thanks for coming." I say to Cameron, who is my best friend, basically. Well, he is also my only friend.

"No problem." He smiles at me.

After I took the picture and everything processed, we went back to the house and my foster mom went to work.

I lay on my bed and scroll through Twitter and Cameron does the same.

These past few weeks have been great.

I'm cutting less frequently and my anxiety attacks have calmed down. For once I feel kind of normal.

Cameron still doesn't know about my past and everything and I told him that Sarah, my foster mom, is my aunt because my parents died.

"Hey I have a bad headache do you have anything I can take?" He says getting up and walking to my bathroom.

"I don't know check the cabinet." I say, not thinking about all my medication and blades I am hiding from him.

"Wait!" I yell jumping up from my bed and running in there. But it was to late.

He stands there in shock as he holds the blade in his hand. He knows it's for cutting by the dry blood on it.

Tears start filling my eyes as he looks up at me.

"Megan." He whispers softly.

"I-uh"

I hold my wrist hiding the cuts. Even if makeup is covering it.

I fall to my knees and put my head in my hands. Why do I have to ruin everything happy in my life.

I hear Cameron's footsteps as I look up to see him by the toilet. I see him flush as I run over to see what he is doing. He was flushing my blades.

I look up at him.

"Why would you do that?" I say harshly.

My brain feels like mush and I can't move. This is all to much for me right now.

"Why would you do that?" I repeat. I start to sob and fall to my knees again.

I feel myself being lifted up off the ground and on my bed. I don't even open my eyes as I continue to cry into Cameron's chest.

I feel his lips on my forehead as his touch calms me down.

"I'm sorry Megan." He whispers. I feels his hot breathes on my skin.

I open my mouth but nothing comes out. I look up at him.

I'm still cradled on his lap and I don't even care. I turn my body so I'm facing him.

"Thank you. For not leaving." I say.

He smiles and I smile back.

I see him lean closer and I freeze. Like I'm paralyzed or something. His lips hovering over mine, I forcefully smash my lips into his.

After we break away I started getting red with embarrassment.

I sit, Indian style, on my bed and look down so I hide my face.

Cameron finally breaks the silence and says

"Megan, I know this is crazy but, will you be my girlfriend?"