Human // c.d

69

One month later- November 30, 2014.

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"You're coming with me."

"You're coming with me."

"You're coming with me."

It plainly just fucking slipped from his lips. I remember that day with a passion, I mean, it's sort of hard to forget.

*flashback*

"Not without you, you're coming with me."

"Coming with you?" My eyes lowered, and my dull mood felt permanent. I should be happy, shouldn't I?

"You don't want to?" His voice was just as low as mine, maybe even lower.

I shook my head, "No, I am."

"Then why aren't you smiling?"

I looked around, hell, I forgot to even respond. I'm so lost right now.

"Look, we'll rent a hotel room for a few months, we'll make a living there. I'll be home everyday. We can make things work."

"I know, I'm just not use to all the moving around."

"I'm sorry, but I can't let this opportunity go." He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ears, "Listen, I know that this is all unexpected, but think about it babe."

"I mean, yes, I'm going with you to wherever the hell this is."

"Start packing your bags. We need to leave as soon as possible, and I'll let the boys know something. They'll probably just stay at the apartment back in LA."

I took his words in, everything was happening so quickly.

*end of flashback*

So here I am, sitting in this dumb ass hotel, alone. As usual.

Cameron gets home late, and I rarely see him. He leaves early in the morning, and gets back at around 11:00. Does it really take that long?

I laid awake for him, my eyes drooping down every five seconds, but I didn't care. I needed to see him. We barely ever talk, and it seems like we're so distant now. Ever since this dumb ass movie.

Nash calls me every now and then, and I have to lie and tell him everything is okay. So, he thinks everything is fine. Ha.

The door slung open, and Cameron Dallas piled in, almost tripping over his own damn feet.

My breath hitched, "What the hell Cameron!"