Cameron Boyce Short Stories

The Intentionally Toxic Part 4

China

I awoke this morning to a butt ass naked, sleeping Cameron, nearly hanging off the bed. He smelled heavily of weed and alcohol, the usual when he goes out. He still looked cute though. His curly hair, his soft lips, his beautiful body. I smiled at him, rubbing my hands down his abs.

I noticed a piece of paper on Cameron's side of the bed. Curious, I reached over him carefully to look at it. My heart dropped when I saw that it was a girl's number. That sadness was quickly replaced with anger though. I sat up and started slapping Cameron in his face and chest.

"Cameron." I say, using a presenter voice. "Cameron."

"Huh?" he responded, barely awake.

"Cameron!" I shout, slapping him in his chest again.

"Whaaaaat?" he groaned, barely opening his eyes.

"What the fuck is this?!" I shout again, shoving the paper in his face.

"What the fuck is this?!" I scream.

"What is what?" he asked, barely looking at the paper, rubbing his eyes and sitting up.

"This Cameron!" I shout, shoving the paper into his chest. He grabbed the paper, looking at me confused. He read it and his eyes widened.

"I don't know Chi." he says, yawning. "I really don't remember anything from last night."

"Cam." I say, flatly. "I'm going to ask you one more fucking time. What the fuck is this?"

"I. Don't. Fucking. Know." he said again, matching the same flatness in my voice.

"Okay. Since you think I'm fucking stupid." I began, getting up from the bed.

"I don't think your stupid China." he says back to me. 

"Clearly you fucking do!" I scream at him. He gets up, throwing his underwear on. "Her number didn't just fucking make it's way into whatever pockets you had on you!"

"China I don't fucking know whose number that is!" he screamed back at me. I ignored him, putting my clothes from yesterday back on and grabbing a bag to pack some clothes in. Dove and I were best friends. She always listened to what I had to say. She was always there when Cameron and I got into the most heated arguments.

"China!" he screamed my name. I ignored him again. Who the fuck did he think I was? I stormed angrily around the room, just throwing anything I could find into the bag. "China come on!" He tried grabbing my arm to talk to me.

"Fuck you and fuck off!" I screamed at him, trying to hold my tears back.

"China I don't know whose fucking number this is!" he screamed again. "I was so drunk!"

"I wasn't born yesterday, Cameron." I say pushing him out of my way to grab my things out of our bathroom.

"I swear to God babe. I don't know." he said, stepping in front of me. "I don't have eyes for anyone else, but you!" I dropped my bag, slapping him across the face. "What the FUCK are you doing?!"

"Fuck you Cameron!" I scream.

"Why won't you listen to me?!" he screamed, asking me.

"You're almost always drunk, almost always high!" I screamed back.

"I'm not right now though! I'm fucking hungover and you are giving me the worse headache!" he screamed back. We were basically having a screaming match in the middle of our bedroom.

"I can't believe you, Cam." I say, almost crying. "I really can't." I picked up my bag, grabbed my keys, and started walking towards the door.

"China, no." Cameron said, grabbing my arms.

"Get the FUCK off me Cameron!" I said shoving him. "I'm going to Dove's."

"I didn't do anything and I don't know where that number came from! I was fucking blackout drunk Chi!" he said.

"I'm going to give you one more chance." I say, my cry, hitched in my throat. "Whose fucking number is that?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" he screamed. I sighed, picking up my bag again and this time quickly walking to the door. I could hear Cameron scrambling after me.

"Come on China!" he says. "You should trust me by now. We've been together since we were 15! I haven't cheated on you once!"

"Things change, Cam." I say with sadness in my voice. "Things change. People change. Places change. You've changed." I heard his footsteps pause after I said that he had changed. I continued out the door, slamming it behind me.

I hopped in my car, not caring that I had slammed my door into the side of Cameron's car. I was beyond upset and I didn't care what stuff of his I broke. I just didn't want to see his stupid cute little face anymore. On my way to Dove's, I broke into tears. How could Cam do this to us after we've been dating for so many years? Why would he get another girl's number?

Pulling into Dove's driveway, I quickly got out of the car with my bag and knocked on her door.

"Please please please answer Dove." I whisper to myself. After waiting a few minutes, the door was answered by a shirtless and in boxers Thomas.

"What's up China?" he asks, giving me a smile.

"Where's Dove?!" I semi scream, pushing my way past Thomas. I could see the worry on his face.

"What the hell did Booboo and I let Cameron do last night?" I heard him whisper to himself. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Cam what did you do?"

"Babe have you seen my-," Dove began. "China? China are you okay?" She rushed over to me, embracing me in her arms. "What's wrong babe?"

"Cam, Cam, Cameron." I began between hiccups. "Got another girl's number." I let the tears flow freely, hurt all over again. "Him, Thomas, and Booboo went to the club last night."

"Thomas did what?" she asked, her voice getting super serious.

"Hey!" he said. "It's not about me right now." He quickly ran out of the room. Dove rocked me side to side as I cried.

"You can stay here as long as you need. You can explain it all on your own time. Just know that I'm here for you babygirl." she whispered in my ear.

Why Cameron? Why would you do this to us?

To Be Continued...