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🌸 - You're not dreaming - 🌸

Fitz/Cameron

"Hey, Matt, Mason, have you spoken with Cam?"

The two were silent over the discord call. There was a... nervous tension. Y/N was just confused as could be. She had been trying to get in contact with her boyfriend, Cam, for the past hour and he hadn't even read her texts.

"Well uhm... About that. He's uhm-"

"He's at the store!" Mason had cut off Matt.

"But... He can look at my texts while he's shopping. He's done it before. What's so different about it now?" She said, her voice sounding puzzled, raising an eyebrow.

"His phone died." Matt said, too quickly for her liking. "Hm..." She quietly mumbled. She could see right through them, but they were trying to keep it up anyways. They promised Cam they would cover for him.

They finished their conversation and game session, and parted ways. Y/N Got up from her desk and sighed. It was tucked away in the corner of her small bedroom, which needed to be cleaned. Small clothing pieces were scattered and paper was everywhere. She decided to make the most out of her alone time and clean.

You see, Y/N lived alone, with no one but her pet axolotl. She had her own little 2 bedroom, 2 bath, small regular home. She didn't live in Australia like the rest of her friends, no, she lives in Canada. Thousands and thousands of miles away from her best friends, and boyfriend.

It pained her to say this, because she had only spent time with him in real life at conventions, which only lasted a few days. It was never enough to satisfy her, and after seeing him for only these few days, she would return home and go into a depressed state. This would only last a week though.

Now, with her room cleaned, and dusted, she could finally eat. She first fed her axolotl, guppy. After feeding him, she hurried to her kitchen, grabbing some leftover arbys and begrudgingly trudging over to the couch. She flopped down and opened the bag, turning on Netflix and some random murder documentary she found.

Time, one fifty-eight am. Status, tired as all hell. Y/N was still on the couch, but her food was finished hours ago, and her documentary was as well. Why, poor girl had fallen asleep on the couch. She had multiple texts from Tobi, and Matt, but they had assumed she was asleep after the eighth text they sent.

Now, why did smol bean wake up at this time? Three steady knocks on her front door.

Knock
Knock
Knock

She groaned and mumbled, rubbing her eyes and getting up. "Ima comin... ima comin..." She sighed, pulling her hoodie down over her short shorts. She didn't bother looking through the peep hole, either way, at this point in the night, not even kidnappers would be awake, so she had no idea who it could be.

And boy oh boys she did not regret opening that door. She was met with not only extremely cold air, but the warmest smile she had ever seen. And not to mention those beautiful blue eyes that she could get lost in for days. The blonde hair she loves so dearly to run her fingers through. It was him. It was her Cam.

She froze in her spot, and she burst into happy tears. "Oh my god! Cameron!" She laughed out, throwing her arms around him. He quickly returned the favor and picked her up by her bare thighs, pulling her up to his face and placing a gentle kiss on her plump red lips.

They stood like this for multiple minutes, not wanting to let go, afraid of losing the other. After pulling away, she stared into his eyes, and sniffled. "I hope I'm awake and not dreaming right now..." She whispered.

"You're not dreaming baby. I promise."