Human // c.d

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He sighed through the phone, not responding immediately. Hell, I wouldn't either.

I shouldn't have called. I shouldn't even worry about this.

"Please tell me there's more to the story." I cried.
"My whole damn life, I'd lived with a drug addict while you get to fucking relax in your two story glass house. Just forget about whatever relationship you and I have formed after mom died, forget everything that's happened, forget me. It won't be hard. You did it for 17 years."

I hung up, gasping for air that felt like wasn't there. It felt impossible to even describe how I feel in this sort of circumstance, and no matter how hard I try to set my thoughts on something else, this just floods over everything.

This is almost as bad as mom dying, and that's pretty fucking bad. I should have been smart enough to know from the day he spoke to me at the funeral, that something was up. I was too quick to believe that he was my uncle, that I never thought he could be hiding something. I remember Cameron being suspicious about him, and I guess I should've acted more like him about it.

Now, this shows me that I cannot trust anyone to tell me the truth. Everyone hides something behind their wall of normality. Everyone has a secret that they'll never spill, and if you think about it, it's quite scary. So, never trust anyone. Anyone.

I laid my head into the center of my palms; I'm a mess. This is a really big deal to me whenever it shouldn't be. I wouldn't be this torn up about it if maybe he would've told me earlier instead of lying about being my Uncle.

"You called him, didn't you?" Cameron asked, sitting down beside me on the living room couch.

I blankly stared at him, no words coming to mind. I should have listened, I shouldn't have called. I should forget everything, and go back to the way things were before this happened.

I leaned into him, pressing my head onto his chest, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against him.

"You're okay." He whispered.

"You're okay." He repeated, brushing my hair with his fingers.

I closed my eyes, and fell asleep to his heartbeat.

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My eyes fluttered open, Cameron laying on top of me, as usual. He must have carried me to the bed last night whenever I fell asleep.

I closed my eyes again, resting my head on his. I waited for at least two hours for him to wake up, I watched the way his breathing would increase every now and then, and the way his eyes would twitch, and I would try not to laugh.

When his eyes opened, I was happy to know I wouldn't have to lay here any longer. He smiled down at me, kissing my lips.

"You're smiling." He said, still completely on top of me.

"Yeah, I don't know why."

"Yeah, that's gonna have to change." He jumped off of me, moving his arms under me, and lifting me from the bed and tossing me over his shoulders.

"Cameron." I groaned.

"Shut up." He groaned back, his fingertips pressing into my thigh.

"Let me down, I'm dizzy." I lied.

"Dizzy my ass." He laughed, opening the bathroom door. He set me down.

"Let me be your distraction." instantly shoving me into the wall, my back collided within it. I groaned out, his lips closing mine as soon as the opened. He lifted me back up, but only to push me more against the wall, and I wrapped my legs around his lower waist, tangling my arms behind his neck. If he wants to be a distraction, I'll just have to let him.

"I make you happy." He bit my lip, kissing it afterwards.

"Maybe a little." I bit down on his bottom lip, copying his actions.

He pushed himself onto me, "Why are you breathing so heavily?" He smirked, looking down af my chest and back up to my eyes.

"I'm not." I terribly hid my smile, knowing good and well I was breathing as if I'd been under water for a year.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.

"Mhm."

"Why did we have to do this in a bathroom?" I smirked.

"Bedrooms are overrated." His lips pressed harshly against me.