Cameron Boyce Short Stories

The Intentionally Toxic Part 6

China

"And since you want to stay with fucking Dove so bad instead of trying to talk it out with me, then stay!" Cameron shouted at me in front of everyone. "Take me home Boo."

"Cameron are you sure you want to do this?" Thomas asked me.

"Take. Me. Home. Booboo." Cameron said again, walking out the door. Booboo gave me a hug before following Cameron out the door.

"I'll see you guys later." he said to all of us before leaving. I looked at Dove, who looked at me, who then looked at Thomas, who looked at me, and then I looked back at Thomas and we were all just staring at each other.

"Can one of y'all say something?" I asked the both of them.

"Well." Thomas said. "What are you gonna do?"

"I'm gonna go back home." I say. "What else is there to do. I already look stupid in front of everyone." Thomas giggled and Dove elbowed him in his side.

"You know I don't really choose sides China." Dove said. "But I really think you owe Cameron an apology. He wasn't in the wrong.. this time at least."

"Yeah I know." I responded to Dove, sighing. I re-packed my already unpacked bag.

"You know I'll always be here for you though."
Dove said to me, reassuringly.

"I'll be here too." Thomas chimed in. "We're all friends here. Always." I nodded at the both of them before pulling them into a hug.

"I'll see y'all tomorrow." I say, heading out the door and into my car. I sighed, turned it on and turned the radio all the way up for the short drive home. Luckily enough for me, everytime by Ariana Grande just had to be.

I get tired of your no-shows
You get tired of my control
They keep telling me to let go
But I don't really let go when I say so

I thought of all the possible things I wanted to say to Cameron. A sorry was the first thing, even though he didn't want to hear it over at Dove's. Where will we go from there though? He's just been showing me all the signs. Always leaving late at night, always high, always drunk, ignoring me sometimes. Is it really just stress anymore or is it intentional?

I pulled back into our driveway, hoping that I really didn't scratch up Cameron's Mercedes. That was his first ever car and he cares so much about it. I didn't even want to look once I got out the car, saving myself from the guilt if it just so happened to have scratches on it.

"I love you too mom." I heard Cameron say as I entered the house. "Yes, we'll come visit soon. We've just been so busy. Ok. Ok. Alright, love you too, bye." He turned the stereo back on and returned to the blunt that he had in his hand. I walked past him, him taking a quick glance at me before looking away, to put my bag down in our room.

Changing into something comfortable, I really wasn't prepared to face Cameron. He was so unpredictable sometimes. I took a deep breath, walking back into the living room and sit next to him on the couch. I looked at him, but he didn't look back.

"Cam." I softly said, touching his arm. He flinched.

"For everything that is sane in this world, PLEASE do not hit me again. I have bruises and scratches." he said.