32 Memories - Cameron Dallas

Day 17

chapter 19: bears

guys i freaking loVE LASAGNA WITH ALL OF MY HEART LITERALLY LOML also chinese food like ugh i wanna lose weight but i also want wendy's and chinese food and lasagna all the time help

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Mary's POV

Cameron and I were sitting in his kitchen at the table. He was eating a sandwich while I slowly ate some yogurt, neither of us talking and just enjoying the peace.

Which meant I was thinking about stuff, and something suddenly crossed my mind... "Hey, Cameron?"

He gives me a look.

I sigh. "I meant Cam."

"Yes?"

"I have a question."

"I will most likely have an answer." He says, waiting for me to continue. Now I really don't know how to ask, so I just start talking.

"Wouldn't you be in a lot of trouble for drunk driving?"

He stops moving, his sandwich being held up and him about to take a bite. He furrows his brows and slowly places the sandwich back on its plate. He clears his throat. "Oh, uh. Is that what you've been thinking about?"

"It just came to me," I explain, "because I have been thinking a lot lately."

"My parents paid a lot of money for a really good lawyer, and..."

Of course. His parents paid.

"I don't have a past criminal record, so the case wasn't so bad."

"Okay." I say, beginning to chew on my fingernails. I should probably stop.

Cameron frowns, and neither of us dare to look at each other.

As soon as he starts eating his sandwich again, I go back to my thoughts. If I'm being honest, I don't want to go through any more memories. I want my memory back but I have no faith in this jar.

I would just like to go read them myself. Maybe, if I get into Cameron's room alone, and get the jar...

"I'll be right back." I announce quietly and stand up from the table.

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom." I respond before quickly exiting. He is probably going to wonder why I chose to go upstairs to use the restroom and not the bathroom downstairs that is closer to us. But I'm not using the restroom.

I open his bedroom door and slide in, closing the door behind me. I walk over to his dresser and grab the jar with my small hands. I then sit on the floor and open the jar. I take a deep breath.

I'm going behind his back. This is wrong, but I just want to know everything. I don't want to wait each day and I want this to go by a lot faster than it does.

I close my eyes and stick my hand in the jar, pulling out a piece of paper. I then open my eyes and read the slip of paper. In sloppy handwriting, it wrote: Memory 7: going to the zoo and riding horses

I tossed that paper to the side and pulled out another one. The next one said: Memory 19: going to build a bear

"What the heck is Build-A-Bear?" I muttered to myself. I heard the sound of the door creaking behind me and I gasped.

"Mary, what are you doing?" Cameron asks as I hide the jar behind me.

"Nothing." I reply too quickly.

"Are you..." he gasps. "You're reading the memories!" I don't try to hide it anymore as he comes over to me, dropping down to the floor to get the jar from me.

"How many did you read?"

"Only two." I reply, ashamed. What a bad idea. I sit there while he puts the memories back in the jar, and I don't move while he brings the jar back to its place on his dresser. He then sits back down on the floor with me, looking at me until I speak.

"Cameron?"

"Yes?"

"What is build-a-bear?"

He laughs halfheartedly; he seems exhausted all the sudden. "It's this place where you can go and make your own teddy bear or stuffed animal."

"So it's for kids?" I question.

He just shrugs. "Yeah, I guess."

"Then why would we go there?"

"Why not?" he sounds annoyed so I decide to stop asking questions. I don't ask where he's going when he gets up, I just watch as he goes over to his closet and opens it. He returns with a stuffed animal.

It's a blue bear and he just hands it to me. The softness of the bear comforts me when I touch it, and I feel something hard in the paw of the bear. It feels like a button, so I squeeze the paw and the sound of my voice plays from the paw.

"You're really annoying but you're my best friend and I love you." the bear says in my voice and I look at Cameron.

He smiles. "That's the message you left for me in my bear," he explains. "You have the same bear as me, but yours is pink. I left a message for you in it too."

"Where's my bear at?"

"In your room somewhere," he says. "I'm not sure where you put it, you never told me."

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When I get home later, the first thing I do is tear apart every inch of my room until I find that bear. After about thirty minutes of endless searching, I collapse on my bed. I let out a frustrated grunt. Where could that bear be?

I walk out of my room and enter the living room. "Have you seen a pink teddy bear?" I ask my mother, who is sitting on the couch smoking a cigarette. I scrunch up my nose and wait for her answer.

All she does is shrug. I sigh, walking out to my front porch to get some fresh air after inhaling that cigarette smoke. I take a seat on the steps of my porch, putting my hair into a ponytail. As I look around, I notice that cat that scared the heck out of me when I first saw it.

Next to the cat lied the stupid pink bear I've been searching for all over. Relief washed over me, but I grimaced at the shape the bear was in. It was chewed up and barely pink, just a faded color with mud stains. It wasn't soft like Cameron's, instead it had hardened fur because of it getting wet by rain or mud and then drying up.

Even with the shape it was in, I was relieved that I found the bear. I stood up, using my foot to bring the bear closer because I didn't want to touch it. I stepped on its paw, hoping the button still worked after all it has been through.

The nasty, beat up bear spoke in Cameron's voice and I felt a happy feeling inside.

"Hey Mary, it's your best friend. I'm here to remind you that you're beautiful, and I love you even though I want to punch you sometimes. But you know I would never hurt you. Okay bye!"

I smiled sadly.

"I'd never hurt you."

But that's exactly what he did.

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im horrible at updating i hate myself

SORRY :(

((not edited bc I just wanted to update already))