cameron boyce imagines

my happy place - cameron

"i hate it when dudes try to chase me,
but i love it when you try to save me."

•

i had that stupid picnic today. i hate this stupid picnic with a passion. you wanna know why? i had to see not only cameron boyce, my childhood crush/best friend, but his sworn enemy, jack mccarthy, who i'd been not only flirting with, but hanging out with. and i hadn't told cameron.
   "sweetie! we're leaving in a half hour, time to get ready!" my mom yelled up to me. i groaned in response, but rolled out of bed. i checked my phone to see many texts from cameron being mad about jack, but also about what a great time we had last night hanging out.
   "y/n??" she yelled again.
   "i'm alive!" i yelled back, before rummaging through my closet, automatically finding an adorable baby blue dress that would match my new jean jacket. i found my vans that match the dress and slid them on before looking at my reflection.
    "it doesn't look right." i said to out loud to myself 
     "yeah it does." a deeper voice pops in, and i turn to see cameron, sitting in my window.
    "what are you doing?!" i shrieked.
     "don't worry, i didn't see you change, but you look great." he smiled.
      "but you see, the blue on my shoes doesn't match my jacket."
      "you can wear one of mine."
    see this wasn't weird, we'd swap clothes. and by swap i mean i would steal his hats, his hoodies, long sleeve shirts, short sleeve shirts, sometimes even boxers to wear as shorts, and he'd get free rummage of my hoodies and hats. but we'd do it as best friends, not as anything else. but knowing that he'd be seeing jack today, i know why cameron's pilling this; to make jack jealous.
    "okay, let's see what you've got. i have to do my hair, so bring your collection over." i chuckle.
    "i'll be back." cam says, laughing, climbing out of my window and down to his house across the fence.
   i straighten my naturally curly hair and throw a nice looking headband in it.
    "y/n! 5 minutes!" my mom yells. my younger sister, kierra, pops into my room.
    "i need help."
     "what?"
     "dress."
     "cameron's coming over to give me a jacket, go through my closet."
      "thank you."
      "you have my back for the next week."
      "so you can sneak out with cam?"
      "maybe?"
      "you're sneaking out with me?" cam bops my sister on the head. he has three jean jackets on his arm.
      "there's the black one, which is my personal favorite, a lighter blue one and a white one. take your pick."
     "i like the black one."
      "i need it back before friday."
     "why wouldn't she have it back by friday?"
     "you see, kierra, your sister loves to collect my clothes like you love to collect backpacks."
     "oh."

•

   we soon arrive at the public park and meet under the pavilion. if i didn't mention this before, i'll say it now. this function that i get dragged to, is a company picnic.
   the only reason i hate these things are because they sort us into groups, by age. so cameron, jack and i are always in the same group with a couple of other kids that i don't know.
    i see jack on his phone smiling up a storm, and not going to lie, jack is pretty cute. he's got blonde hair, a tan complexion and bright blue eyes. but i love cameron's brown locks, his freckles and his adoring brown beads. and honestly, i don't know what my struggle is. i think i just don't want to lose cameron's friendship.
   i get out of the car, take the orange wristband and sit under the orange umbrella. i shoot cameron a text and ask him when he's gonna get here.
   "20 mins, maya's taking forever."
  jack came and sat down next to me. "hey pretty." he smiled and gave me a side hug. "hi jack." i replied, i already knew what my choice was, whether i actually had to act on it or not, i had my answer. and it wasn't jack.
   "so when can we go get dinner?"
   "i don't know, jack. i'm pretty busy these next couple of weeks."
   "well, maybe tonight?"
   "tonight what?" cameron asked, with that look on his face.
   "i'm asking y/n here if she'll go to dinner with me tonight."
    "and why would she do that?" cameron says, looking at me with a disappointed look on his face.
    "well, you see cameron, you're not the only one who thinks she's hot."
     and then there was an awkward silence, then cameron walked away.
    i got up to follow him, when jack took it upon himself to say "well, if his dumbass wasn't going to make a move, i was going to have to claim the territory." i turn and look at him. "why on earth do you think that's appropriate to say to me?"
   i followed cam. he was pacing around the sidewalk close to the woods. he sees me coming and stands still. completely still.
   "look" and i'm cut off.
   "you really talked to jack, of all people! jack."
    "cam,"
   "no, y/n! you don't understand, do you?"
    he paused for a brief second, "you're my best friend. my all. my whole world wrapped into one person. and i don't like it when my world is played with. i don't like it when she feels like someone else could become hers. i don't like it when i hear things about you that aren't true, that get thrown in my face because he likes you and he thinks you like him! it's not fair!"
    "cameron."
   "i'm not done! i've liked you for so so many years now and to think that you've gone behind my back to talk to jack mccarthy. you can do so much better, and i'm honestly heartbroken. not even at the fact that it's someone else, i already knew you'd never feel the same, but that you had to stab me in the back like that. you know what y/n, i want all of my hoodies, shirts, shorts and everything that you that is mine back. cause if you're going to stomp on me like that, i'm taking away all the material that you can do it in. wear jack's hoodies next time."
   "so is that it? is this really the way we go down?"
    "yep." he said and walked away.
   my chin started to quiver, my eyes became blurry, my hands became clammy and my body started to shiver. i had lost cameron. and for someone who wasn't even close to as great as cameron is.
  i walked into the woods. on a trail that cameron and i would always walk. the tears fell down my face after trying to make them go. they wouldn't go.
   i knew everyone was going to start wondering where i was. but i only wanted one person to find me. and i only wanted to talk to them.
   the tears kept falling, and the sobs came after. i couldn't even see straight. i kept wiping my eyes with my jean jacket, actually his jean jacket. i knew things would never be the same.

•

i knew that leaving jack on deliverers pissed him off, and i didn't want anything to do with him anyways, so i just let him go. i hadn't heard from cameron in days. i had my room sealed off, and was doing as cameron wanted, cleaning and finding his clothes to give back to him.
   i found his old shirt with mountains on it. that was his favorite. and i can still remember how i obtained it.
   "hey, y/n! let's go camping!"
   "okay?"
   "in the woods behind bradley's house."
   so cameron and i packed two days worth of clothes and carried them with us into a little clearing in the woods.
   "you're sure this is a good idea?" i asked, concerned.
   "yeah, you're safe! we're gonna have a blast!"
   and that night, we'd gone out into the woods. i'd torn my sleep shirt and didn't have one.
   "i brought extra!" cameron exclaimed when he saw my open sleeve and bleeding arm.
  and then i found his grey hollister hoodie. that was the first one i kept. and that was from a high school football game. it was later in the season, and i'd grown cold, and nestled up against him. "you look cold." i nodded and within the minute, i had a nice, warm, cameron smelling hoodie. and it was wonderful. "warmer?" i nodded. "good." he said and smiled, wrapping an arm around me.
  after about two days, i found all of the clothes that cameron wanted me to bring back to him. i wrote him a note and put it in the box.
    dear cameron,
         i know, i messed things up. beyond repair. but you know me to try to fix whatever i managed to mess up this time lol. i love you so so much, as a best friend, and maybe as more if we can restore our friendship. i don't deserve you by any means and i get if you want to move on and forget about me.
      love you always, and i'm always here.

i walked over to his house, knocked on the door and waited to just drop the box. but before i could just drop it and leave, mr. vic opened the door.
"hey y/n! i'll go let cameron know you're here. he hasn't come out of his room, do you know if he's okay?"
"i think he might be better after all of this." i replied,
"what happened?"
"we aren't on speaking terms, i need to see him and sort this out, it sucks not having a best friend."
"you already know where his room is, go on in. i wish the best." mr. vic said giving me a squeeze.
"thank you."
i walked upstairs and to the left, knocking on the door.
"what maya?"
"it's not maya." i replied
"why are you here?"
"will you just open the door?"
the lock shifted and the door opened to reveal a puffy eyed cameron, who looked like he hadn't eaten in two days and hadn't gotten out of bed.
"what's in the box?"
"all the stuff you wanted back."
"wow."
"yeah. we need to talk."
he closed the door, and sat down at his desk. i sat on his bed.
"talk then."
"i miss you. i miss you too much mica. yeah, what i did was stupid, and i clearly wasn't seeing anything straight." i started, he knows when i call him mica that it's serious.
"i didn't realize that i had everything i needed right here... well, i did, but i didn't think you knew, or wanted the same thing. so i went elsewhere. my mom's always insisting that i meet jack and see him, and stuff. i couldn't see what i wanted to."
cam nods. "that all?"
"no."
"floors all yours."
"i like you. a lot. and i have for a long ass time."
cam gets up and pulls me up, looking at me with those beady eyes. "why didn't you tell me?"
"i didn't want to mess up what we had."
"this will."
and with that, cameron grabs my face, stroked the side of my cheek and goes down to my chin.
"i've wanted this for so so long."
and he leans in, gently kissing my lips, then going more into it. his hands roam around my body but settle on my waist. i wrap my arms around his neck.
i've waits for this for so long, i couldn't even explain how it felt. my heart was exploding into a million pieces and my hair stood up on the back of my neck. i pulled him closer to my body, readjusting my arms.
when we finally came up for air, he cupped my face with his hands, pecked my lips again and said; "we should do that more often, right?"