cameron boyce imagines

interviews

i sat there, looking at the interviewer and was waiting for her to ask me some personal questions, as most of them were. but what sucked was that cameron and i had just confirmed our relationship that week.
"hi, y/n," she smiles and i greet her back, "hello."
"so, let's get to know you a little better, what's your favorite color?"
"yellow," i smile, "like after the coldplay song."
"that was my next question, actually. i take it that you're a big fan of coldplay?"
"yeah! i love their music, my friends and i listen to a lot of coldplay together,"
"do you and  cameron listen to it?" she asks with a smirk on her face.
"we listen to a lot of music, but he sings a lot, so we don't really listen to coldplay all that much."
"so, the real questions here," she smiles, "does the barrier come down?" i'm taken away, and i laugh, "i see what you did there," i point my finger, "you're trying to make me spoil it."
cameron rushes onto the set and takes a seat next to me. he looks frazzled. he puts his hand on mine and gives me a little squeeze.
"ah! the star of the show." the interviewer says and winks at him. i roll my eyes, and squeeze his hand again, and cam chuckles.
"now that i have both of you here, when did you start officially dating?"
"well, we've been friends for many many years, and it just came over me one day."
"i talked to him, constantly, and my feelings were all over the place for him, and i decided that i needed to get it done and over with, because i couldn't sit here and watch myself suffer and hide from him." i explained and cam
looked at me with loving eyes.
"what's your favorite nickname for each other?" she asks and i smile at cameron. he shakes his head and i laugh. "i always call him mica, or cammy when he really gets on my nerves."
"and i call her cowgirl, or buttons."
"so so cute," she smiles, and i continue to sit there while she flirts with cameron.
"what would your nickname for me be?" she says to cameron and i roll my eyes again, and reply with, "not his."
cameron's eyes go wide, and he starts laughing, and she turns a shade of red ive never seen before.
"that was really rude," she says, and i wink, "cam can keep up, sorry you can't."

the next one we went to was so much better, and it was about the thirst project.
"so what motivated you to do such a work?"
"well, i spend a lot of time on social media, looking for charities and things that i can spread around, and i came across the thirst project, and i knew that it was something i could get behind." cameron answered.

and now, 10 years later, here we sit, nervously awaiting for the worker to come in.
  "hi, mr. and mrs. boyce," she greets us and puts down the folder in front of us. i pick it up and begin scanning through it.
   he's a little boy; his name is ben, and he has beautiful brown eyes. he's got a cheeky little smile, and brown hair. he looks like he needs a good loving.
   "so, ben's been from house to house. he's been to a total of six by age five. he's in kindergarten; he's very very socially engaged and mature, and that boy is smart. i honestly think you two would be the best suited to take care of him." she smiles, "do you want to meet him?"
  we nod and she leaves the room.

"what do you think aleah's going to say when we bring her a brother?" he smiles and grabs my hand. our sweet aleah, who's seven, is going to be thrilled, and we've got another bun in the oven.
  our social worker comes in and we see the little boy holding onto her hand very tight.
  "hey! you're from descendants!" he cheers.
  "that's right, kiddo." cam smiles and sticks his hand out, "i'm cameron, and this is y/n," he says and pointed to me.
  "she's really pretty."
  "i know, right." he laughs.
  "so, tell me a little bit about yourself, ben." cam smiles and ben sits down on cam's lap.
  "uhm, well, my favorite color is green! and my birthdays in the summer, but my favorite season's fall. i'm originally from seattle, so i see all the seasons, and a lot of birds." ben rambles. "oh and i love the seattle seahawks, and russell wilson is the best, so if you wanna go, well go." he puts his fists up.
i laugh, and he smiles at me. "do you like the seahawks?"
  "of course buddy." i laugh and cameron looks at me with a 'seriously? we know the rams are superior'
   "so, uhm, not to darken the mood," ben begins and we give him our full attention.
   "are you going to be my mommy and daddy?"
   cameron looks to me with such love in his eyes, "of course, ben." we say and he hugs us both.