cameron boyce imagines

always you

"it's you, it's always you. if i'm ever going to fall in love it's gonna be you."

even after the chaotic year i've had from leaving my everyday life and working as an actress on a tv show that i absolutely hated, and moving schools to being an online/ set school with a bunch of stuck up rich kids who have it made at the age of 15, i managed to have a couple of friends and a set of good grades.
i was walking to algebra when a kid that i didn't know approached me. he was tall, with curly brown hair and freckles.
"hey, umm. you're y/n right?"
i wish i had never replied to that damn question. because it brought me so much good. but so much bad. it made me love, and it made me question everything. now, two years later, i can say that that boy will never forget my name.
we were each other's first real kiss. our first time doing the deed. our first actual love and relationship and our first true heartbreak.
his name was cameron mica boyce. and i'd never forget him. and my name was y/f/n and he'd never forget it.
sure, we had our ups and downs in our relationship, but we always knew we were loved. that was until a girl bumped in. and her name was breanna. and breanna didn't like me at all. and she told me that. she told cameron that and cameron went with it.
maybe it was the blue eyes, the porcelain skin and the dark hair that i didn't have. maybe it was the charm, or maybe it was the thought of someone new, either way, after about a month of knowing breanna she managed to make her way into every crevice of our relationship and cameron's life, and he didn't seem to want a change.
after about two months of knowing breanna, she had my boyfriend wrapped around her finger and i became boyfriend-less over i'm not sure what.
of course i was upset, but i saw it coming. he didn't. that was the end of it. and now he's happy, running around with breanna.
but what sucks is that i know what happy cameron looks like, loves like and beams. and he's not. on the surface, of course, he looks happy. he's got all of his ducks in a row: he graduates in three weeks next to me. he moves to finish his movie. he has charity going on. he's got a beautiful girlfriend and a very public but "happy" relationship going on.
deep down, he wasn't. and i could tell by the look in his eyes and the way he'd look at me when we passed each other in the hallway.
when i showed up to school that wednesday, my earbuds in, and my head down, i didn't expect the change to happen that did. and it was scary. i wasn't ready. i wasn't even sure.
"hey, y/n." cameron says, grabbing my arm. he pulls me into a vacant classroom.
i pull one of my earbuds out and pause the song i was listening to. "yea?"
"i need some help.." he pleas.
i roll my eyes and look at him. "if this is about breanna.." i say and he nods.
"i knew she wasn't good for you when she came in and told you that she didn't like me."
"i know, and i should've listened."
"oh, i'm not done yet. i knew she wasn't good when she started separating you from me. whether you wanted to be forever or not, it never was her place to lay a card on our game. but you let her. and you walked away."
"i'm sorry."
"i want to know why." i say, "what does she have that i didn't."
"i don't know." he sulks. "she manipulated me into someone i wasn't to fit her needs."
"and what about mine?"
"i discarded them."
"so, cameron, what is it that you need help with?" i say with sass.
"if you don't want to help me it's fine.. i never saw it from your eyes. i'm truly sorry." he says, with his head down.
"i didn't say i didn't want to help you.." i say.
"she won't stop!" he exclaims. "she won't stop. she never stops to ask me what i think is okay, meaning publicly, privately and otherwise." he explains.
"so do you want her gone, or do you want her to stop?"
"gone."
"well then, what does she hate most?"
"uhh, you." he stutters.
"well then there's how you get rid of her."
"what?"
"just start talking to me. like you mean it. be flirty. make her mad."
"what?"
"you want her out of the picture of you, right?"
"yeah. but what does that make us?"
"what do you want us to be?" i ask, and look at those brown eyes again.. and i know it's him. i know exactly what i want. and i thought those feelings were done, gone and lost. but if all it takes is one look, they never were.
"i don't know." he says, and i can tell he made the same connection.
"well, i have to get to class." i say and leave the classroom and smile to myself.
i didn't know that i needed him again, and i didn't even know that i wanted him.
cameron and i often talked about what a soulmate was. and he explained to me that there are different variations, just like people.
cameron and maya were soulmates in a family way, they always got along and are each other's backbones. karan and cameron are soulmates in the best friend area. they've always been, always will be. when something's weighing on cameron, karan knows. and vice versa. and as cameron always said, and i learned to appreciate and agree with; we were soulmates. as friends, and as lovers. we needed each other, even if we pretended that we didn't on the outside, our souls ached for each other without us knowing. now that i have this back, i felt like doing flips. and cameron knows this now, too. he feels it. he senses it. he believes it. he loves it.
we met up after school, cameron told breanna that he had a project to do at karan's and that he'd be over there.
"so.." he says.
"so," i reply, "how do you want this to go away?"
"i've told her many many times that i'm done and that were not together.." cameron explains. "it's to the point where it's just gotten annoying, she knows it, i know it, she just won't leave me alone."
there was three ways to handle this: we make it look like cameron and i are together, but that would hurt his reputation and my feelings if it didn't work, two, we could leak a picture of what breanna's doing, with screenshots and everything of him telling her to leave him alone or three, cameron does something big to show that this isn't what he wants.
"okay.." i say after thinking for a second, "i've got three ideas."
"and those are?" he says with a faint blush on his cheeks. the blush that i loves to see.
"uhm. how far are you willing to go?"
"depends on what you mean.." he says, scooting next to me on his couch.
"well, we could pretend like we were together again," i say and he cuts me off.
"i like the thought of that.." he says, and i smile, "do you want to hear the other options?"
"they're not going to be as good as that one." he whispers.
he looks up at me with those brown eyes and my heart melts. i take a deep breath and look at him, and i can see him shift. he puts an arm over my body and he slides on me. he flips us, so i'm sitting on his lap. my breathing is shaky and i see the assurance in him. i lean down and kiss his lips.
my body feels lighter. i'm on a cloud of bliss and my heart and soul scream. this is right. this is perfect. this is exactly where i need to be. this is where he needs to be. his arms move around my body and bring me into a hug. we separate and he looks at me.
"did you feel that, too?"
  i nod, and with a shaky breath, reply, "yeah."
  he leans up and kisses me again. roughly, but gently. my whole being wants him. in every way. if this was going to just make breanna go away, this is going to suck.
  he could tell that i was thinking instead of paying total attention to him, so he squeezed my butt and i gasped. he smiled and continued kissing me. his lips moved with mine in sync and soon it was revealed that he wanted what i did too.
  he picked me up and carried me up to his room. he kicked his door closed and gently slid us onto his bed.
  i pulled at his shirt, telling him i wanted it off, and he obliged. cameron stays on top of me, with his body weight on one arm. my hands run up and down his chest and he groans, lightly. he pulls my shirt off and i'm left in my sports bra. he sighs and his hands run down my abdomen. i let out a light moan and he takes that and uses it to his advantage. he plays with the elastic on my bra and makes me crave him even more.
   our lips never disconnect. as my pants go flying, as his do and as we do what we missed the most, we our lips never disconnect, and if they were close to disconnecting, we were saying each other's names.
  it was so good, so beautiful and so missed. it was wonderful. and we said the words we needed to without saying them, even if we did say those words before we did what was just done before, they were plastered in bold to each other's hearts.
  "y/n," he mumbled, out of breath, "i love you." i lean over to him, wrapped up in his sheets, and put my lips against his jaw.
  "i love you, cameron."
  "i have a serious question." he blurts. "would we be together today if it wasn't for breanna?"
  "i have no doubt." i reply and he squeezes me right.
  "well, then let's get back together."
   "cam.." i say, "are you sure you're ready for another relationship?"
   "only if it's with you." he smiles.
  "okay.. well then, hello boyfriend, how are you?" i giggle.
    "i'm doing rather fine today, girlfriend." he laughs and pulls me even closer.

   cameron's phone starts ringing and he looks to see who it is, and the name breanna shines in his phone.

  "i went to karan's, where you said you'd be and you're not there! where are you!?"
  "with y/n." he calmly says, and winks at me.
  "what?!!" she shrieks, and i feel bad, i really do but at the same time, now she knows what it felt like.
  "yep. because you didn't get my message the thousands of times that i've to you that i didn't want to be with you anymore. and because she loves me."
"where are you?" she growls.
"not with you, and i don't plan to be. ever again."
  "ugh!!" she yells into the phone and cameron hangs up.
  he leans over and kisses me again. "thank you."
  "all you, babe." i say and kiss his shoulder.
  "it's always you, pulling through and saving me."
  "aww baby." i smile, tracing his cheek and lips with my finger.
  "i love you." i say again.
  "i'm so glad i have you back."