cameron boyce imagines

"go to bed"

"hi my love." i say and kiss cameron's cheek as i pop into the door. he's on facetime with his mom and dad.
"hi sweetie!" mrs. boyce cheers.
"hi mrs. boyce!"
"sweets, we've been over this, you can call me libby."
"yeah, i can. but it feels like i'm not giving you all the respect." i smile into the screen.
cam wraps his arm around me and kisses the top of my head.
"so when can we see you again?" mr. boyce asked.
"hmm.." cam says and looks at me, "y/n's got a shoot next week, i've got one the week after that, but maybe next saturday?"
"sounds like a plan, son." mr. boyce smiles.
"we should go bowling. i still need to beat y/n!" maya says into the phone.
"oh it's on little miss!"
"i'm taller than you!"
"keep telling yourself that!" i laughed.
"okay, well, it was nice talking to the both of you, love you both! we'll see you next saturday!" mrs. boyce says and we all say our goodbyes.

we make dinner and then sit on the couch to watch a couple episodes of the show we're currently watching for the fifth time, the office.
i'm snuggled on cameron's shoulder and we laugh at a dwight moment that never gets old. his hand rubs my back and i can tell he's in total bliss.
i put our plates on the table and put my head on his chest, so i can listen to his heartbeat. he props his head up against the side of the couch with his arm and pillow.
i smile as his hand roams through my hair. my arms are wrapped around him and i kiss hi collarbone.
"i love you." i say and he replies with "3000."
"you know that movie hurt a lot of me." i laugh.
"yeah. but it's fun to watch you shrink up and spit venom between your teeth."
"what would i do with out you?"
"not spit venom between your teeth."
"my hero."

after two or so episodes, cameron's phone rings. he picks it up and groans. it was kenny.
we love kenny, obviously. but when kenny calls, it's a long ordeal, and it's serious.
cameron sits up and kisses me then grabs his phone and steps outside. i pause our show like it's the first time we've watched it and grab my phone out of my legging pocket.
i go through instagram, liking descendants edits, edits of cameron and i, and other stuff that i'm tagged in.
i realize that it'd been about a half hour, and the conversation had turned from business to an argument.
  i could tell by the cameron was leading against the glass door.
  i knocked and then he moved, i stepped outside and closed the door.
  cameron rolled his eyes at his phone, as i now saw that it was a group call with his cast. he sat down on our patio and grabbed my hand, wanting me to sit there with him.
  he barely talked in the call, and i could tell he didn't understand why he had to be on this call.
  eventually, he says, "okay, this has been great. i've got other matters to attend to other than what costume booboo's wearing." and he hung up.
  he stormed inside and threw his phone on the couch. "i need a drive." he says.
  "with me?" i ask.
  "not right now." he says, grabs the keys and locks the door.

  i then sit down, in one of cameron's sweatshirts, and turn on some television, more precisely, say yes to the dress, but that didn't matter.
i sat there, by myself, watching tv, thinking about what a great wedding cameron and i would have one day. i started brainstorming, and i came to the conclusion that i want somewhat of an arabian nights theme, but i wasn't sure. i didn't have to worry about it for a long time.
i looked at my phone, and saw that it was 10:30, cameron had been gone for an hour and a half.
concerned, i texted him and simply asked, "when're you going to be home, love? 💓" and he didn't reply for a couple minutes, which assured me that he was driving still.
"go to bed." he said, bluntly. that's off. he never tells me to go to bed. especially not like that. if he's worried about me, he's with me, and he's cooing and cuddling me to sleep typically saying, "get your rest, my love." or "close your pretty eyes, baby." it's never just "go to bed." it's never when he's out and about.
i sit there and watch tv some more, i'm waiting until he comes home. something is obviously still bothering him.
he came home, a whopping hour later. and he looked mad to see me awake and sitting in the living room.
"i told you to go to bed."
"what are you, my mom?" i snap. and i instantly feel bad. "sorry." i sputter our but it's not enough.
"y/n.." he sighs, "look, i'm not trying to control you, but when i tell you to go to bed because you're worried, for no reason, i kinda want you to do that."
"cameron," i begin. he sits down on the couch on the opposite end. "when has that ever been something that we've done? when you have a problem, we stay up and talk it out, or when we bicker, we talk it out. we never go to bed mad at each other."
"well then," he says and points to our room. "after you."
"oh we're not done." i say, and sit back down. he rolls his eyes and sits back down.
"look, i'm going to bed. we take this up in the morning, i can't handle anymore fighting."
"then i'm not moving until we talk it out."
"guess you're sleeping out here tonight then." cameron says and gets up.
i get comfortable, "fine. sleep tight in there by yourself!"
i grab a pillow and a throw blanket and cozy into the couch. i cant believe him. seriously? i was only worried about him and now i'm sleeping on the couch?

next thing i know, i'm being carried into our room, kiddy style, with my hands around his shoulders.
he lays me down in our bed and then covers me up. he goes outside for a minute or two, and then i hear the bedroom door open again.
"y/n?" he whispers and squeezes my hand.
"baby.." he coos and wipes hair out of my face.
"what?" i ask, my voice raspy.
"my love, i'm sorry." he says, and wraps his arms around me. i put my head on his shoulder. "i shouldn't have done what i did to you," he whispers in my hair, gently rocking. "i love you, more than anything. so please,
forgive me. sleep in here next to me. wake me up with that kiss of yours. love me forever. because if i don't have you, i'm not me." he confesses and kisses my ear.
"cameron, i would cripple without you. i love you, now, i'm not conscious, fully. i love you, and i need to take a step back sometimes. but it's okay, baby. i wouldn't have it any other way." i say and kiss his cheek.
he pulls me up in his lap, and he kisses me, sweetly.
"goodnight, angel. i love you."
"goodnight, baby boy, i love you forever."