cameron boyce imagines

"baby?"

i laid down in my bed, with cameron after the  longest day. we had business meetings, drama with friends, and some horrible news on my side, my sister, only 25, has a tumor.
i changed into one of my favorite sweatshirts, and got under my covers. cameron came in after his shower, basketball shorts on and a bare chest. "i see you stole my hoodie, again," he chuckled. i laughed like once, but it was more of an awkward sound.
"babe," he says, "what's bothering you?" he laid down next to me, facing me. he stroked the side of my face and i took a deep breath.
"most of those meetings didn't go as well as i had hoped, i have managers fighting and debating to sell my music elsewhere, which means that i have no ownership of any of my old music," i explain.
"love, that's hard. but it's your music, it's your future. it's all you." he says, kissing me lightly, "and i'm here for you, no matter what problem you're stuck in."
"that's not all, that's the least of my worries." i ramble. i pull him close to me and wrap my arms around him.
"just don't leave me," i say, "cause i can't handle any of it, right now." he kisses my cheek and runs  his fingers through my hair, "y/n, darling, i couldn't imagine doing that. you're a part of me, and i'm a part of you. i love you more than anyone else on this planet, and i'm never, ever going to leave you. what's giving you such thoughts?" he asks, concerned.
"my sister has a tumor." i blurt. "she has a tumor in her lung and her brain." i sniffle. "she doesn't want to do chemo. everyone else is egging her on to," i start crying, "but she won't because she won't be able to have kids." a sob escapes my lips.
"oh my god," cameron says, and squeezes my body tighter, kissing my shoulder.
"i worry that she'll be gone within the year, and i'm worried that i'll get it later on." i express, "i'm only 19, cameron. she's 25. if her life gets cut, i'm so scared i'm losing myself, and our family," i whimper.
"angel, it's in god's hands. we both know your sister, she's too stubborn to die, she's too stubborn to admit that this will do her good but she'll come around," he says, his voice sad.
"what if she doesn't come around quick enough," i cry.
"love, there's nothing we can do right now, at this point in time, okay? so how about we turn on some tv, and we act like everything's okay, for tonight." he coos. "then we'll work on this in the morning," he kisses my forehead, and grabs the remote, turning the tv on. i slide onto his shoulder, my head between his shoulder and head.
"i love you," i whisper, "i love you so much," i kiss his cheek, as he's already asleep. he mumbled with his raspy voice, "i love you baby." and his head falls back on mine.

as i drifted into sleep, i began dreaming. i was older, maybe two years or so. i was in a sundress with flowers on it. it was beautiful and fit me wonderfully.
i heard cam in the next room, singing along to some song. i stood against the doorframe and listened to him sing, it was so peaceful.
then out of nowhere, the bright and beautiful sunny day disappeared and it began to storm.
cameron and i had a photo shoot for engagement pictures, and that's why we were dressed up. we did a unique engagement. he got me a ring, and i got him one. his was a silver band with our initials engraved inside.
we danced around the kitchen, and it was truly wonderful. i couldn't explain why, but this made a lot of issues fall to the side. it's like when a curtain is revealed and you can see what's most important. and cameron was the most important thing behind that curtain.
then a strike of lightening came between us, and separated us. he was in a box and so was i.
i was being taunted by my sick sister, who didn't have hair, and slowly, slowly forgot everything. i walked over to her, and held her hand, as she didn't have much time. she had something in her hand, so i gently peeled her pale hand back to see cameron's ring in her hand. i turned to the now blue box i was stuck in.
i lost sight of cameron. he wasn't anywhere near. my ring disappeared off my hand and i changed from my dress to some saggy jeans and a dirty shirt. my hair had gone from nice and contained with curls to a hot, frizzy mess.
"no!!" i screamed, and began crying. in that moment, my poor sister squeezes my hand and i feel her soul leave this earth. "why?!" i shriek. soon she disappeared, too.
then it was just me, floating around in a once blue box. now it was pure black. "someone help me!!!" i screamed.
"baby?" i heard, faintly in the distance.
"no! don't be an illusion, i can't handle that," i wailed.
"baby?" and i could hear the worry in his voice.
"no, no, no." i cried,
"baby?"

"baby?" and i felt my shoulders shake, and my eyes open. "baby?" his sleepy, raspy voice called, and i took a deep breath.
"cam," i whimper, i intertwine our fingers and rest my head on his still shirtless chest.
"what's wrong baby?" he asks, rubbing his eyes, "just a bad dream?" he asks, rubbing my back.
"will you sing for me?" i ask, out of the blue.
"what?" he questions.
"will you sing for me?" i query.
"put your head on my shoulder," he starts, the raspiness still peeking through. "hold me in your arms, baby."
"squeeze me oh so tight" he smiles, holding my hand.
"show me, that you love me too."
"put your lips next to mine dear,"
"won't you kiss me once?"
"just a kiss goodnight, maybe" i peck his cheek.
"you and i will fall in love" he sings
"people say that love's a game"
"a game you just can't win,"
"if there's a way, i'll find it some day" he soothes, rubbing my back yet again
"then this mood will rush in"
"put your head on my shoulder"
"whisper in my ear, baby,"
"words i want to hear"
"tell me that you love me too," he finishes, kissing my forehead, and pulling me over into his chest, shushing me, and brushing his fingers through my hair.
   soon enough, he rocked me, and himself, off to sleep. where we stayed until noon the next day, oops.