cameron boyce imagines

nighttime giggles - cameron

   "i'm thinking baby you, are bringing out a different kind of me,"

i have this vision. and you're in it."
    "what else?"
    "my bed."
     "oh."
     "not like that. but just you, me, wrapped up in a blanket, you in your comfy short shorts and tank top, me in my basketball shorts, and my arms around you."
    "you must think a lot."
    "if it's about you, then of course."

   "hello?!" my sister says, waking me out of my trance. "earth to y/n?!"
   "yeah? what?" i snap at her.
  "cameron's here."
  "okay, send him up."
  "your lazy ass can go downstairs and get him." my sister sassed and walked out my room.
   "hey, cam." i said, smiling at my best friend.
   "hey, sweets." he said, giving me a small hug, bringing me a box.
   "open it".
   i open the box to see one of cameron's many hoodies. it's black with colored patches.
   "thank you," i said, hugging him tightly.
   "there's no need to thank me, i am your best friend after all." he said, bopping me on the nose.
   "so what are we watching tonight?" he said, flopping on my bed.
   "i was thinking either stranger things, or vampire diaries."
   "either sounds good to me," he smiles, "but i was supposed to watch vampire diaries with maya."
   "stranger things it is!" i exclaim, grabbing the blankets, popping the popcorn and grabbing the case of drinks.
   cameron and i would always do this, we'd swap houses and stay the night, binge watching shows, and snuggling the whole night. but as friends, at least on my end. i wanted to be so much more, and i had the feeling that i could make it so much more.
   we started the show, and i started with my head on his shoulder, and my hand on his stomach. his arm was around me, and the other playing with my messy hair.
    "will?" joyce began screaming, and i cringed. i couldn't imagine the pain of losing a kid. especially not one like will. i kept watching, and felt cameron start to stiffen up.
   "we have to find will! okay, i know he's out there," mike says to lucas and dustin. next thing you see is the three of them, riding their bikes down the path that will byers had taken the night before, and they found a girl.
   "would you take me in if i were her?" cameron stuttered, "are you serious? you'd already be with me." i say, looking up at him. "well, if circumstances were different, would you?" i looked at him confused, "yeah. i'd hide you in my basement if you wanted," i say, and he laughs. "what if it was me?" i say, giving my attention back to the laptop we have set up. he hadn't said anything yet, and i was starting to worry. "cam?" i say, looking back up at him. i take my head off of his shoulder and position myself beside him, pausing the show.
   "cameron?" i say, him looking over at me. "yeah?" he replies.
   "answer the question," i request. "i'm thinking about my phrasing," he says, "and how not to mess this up," he finishes, "well, i didn't have to hesitate." i say, snarky. "i'm not hesitating." he says. "well then answer," i say.
   he looks at me with the look. the look of i'm getting annoyed with you, but i have something to do. he pushes me down on my bed, then hops to straddle me. "cameron?!" i shriek. "i'm not done." he says, putting his body weight on one arm, putting his face close to mine.
  "i have a confession." he says, looking at me with those brown beads.
   "i've already seen this show," he laughs, making me laugh. "is that all?" i say, still wondering why he was laying on me.
   "nope," he says, looking at the clock, seeing that it says 9:23.
   "welp," he says, leaning down our noses touching. "i've wanted to say this for awhile. but i didn't know how. people say it's better to let our bodies do the talking."
   he connects our lips, and my heart explodes. he giggles, firmly keeping his lips attached to mine. he flips us, so i'm on top and he can get better positioning. "sit up." he gets out before keeping his lips on mine. i sit up on his lap, pulling him up with me.
  he readjusted, having his hands on my back, bringing us closer. i wrap my legs around his torso, and my hands rest around his neck.
   he breaks the kiss, breathlessly, "do you understand my message now?" he smiles, pecking my lips again. "i think we have to do it again, it wasn't clear," i chuckle. "fine then," he says, repeating the process again, laughing the whole time. he keeps going this time. we're on our sides and he has me in him. our lips stay attached, like our lives depend on it.
   we keep laughing throughout our kiss, and it was out of happiness. happy that we finally came clean with our feelings, and that they were mutual.
   after about an hour of repeating the course of events that you just read, we snuggled back up, hit resume and finished our show.
    he laid his head on my lap, i brushed through his hair, and he kissed my thigh, snuggling into my lap. i pulled the hood up on my hoodie and laid my back against the wall.
   when i woke up the next morning, i was tucked in my bed, cameron in his basketball shorts, me in my comfy shorts and his hoodie, my head on his chest, his hand in my hair, the other in my hand.