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Why Come Now? (Ch.70)

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Savannah's POV

As the sun shone through the curtains, my eyes slowly fluttered open.

Cameron wasn't next to me rather, his clothes from last night were.

Heat rushed though my cheeks as I thought about last night, how forgiving he was.

Reading the time as 9:47am on the first day of Septmeber, I realized summer was almost over.

Hopping out of bed, I walked into the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth.

Finishing, I went inside the room to get my phone and looked for Cameron and possibly his mom downstairs.

Walking down, a sweet scent intoxicated my nose.

Wondering what it was, I followed the scent until I met Gina cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Mrs. Dallas," I said as our eyes locked.

"Morning," she replied with a smile.

She turned off the stove, walking towards me with arms open.

Hugging her was the best feeling in the world.

She made me feel so loved just like my parents did.

Gosh, she was a second mother to me.

As we pulled away from our hug, I sat on top of the island; legs swinging off of it.

"Where's Cameron?," I asked while looking around the kitchen.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I need to tell you something."

My heartbeat accelerated as her hands were softly planted my shoulders.

"What is it?," I asked in a shaky, childish voice.

"Cameron went to visit the others in LA since they came a while ago. They wanted to show him around, hoping he would regain some memories."

A lump formed in my throat as I tried not to cry.

"Without me?," I croaked once again.

Gina smiled, a sympathetic smile and kissed my forehead.

"It's alright dear. Just start your breakfast. I made pancakes, your favorite."

She grabbed a bronze plate from the cabinet above her head and placed three pancakes on my plate.

I thanked her, hopping off the island before walking into the living room with the plate and watching news all morning long with Gina.

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Cameron's POV

"So, this was your hotel room," Nash said as he opened the wooden door for me.

We both walked in a messy room filled with pizza boxes and open bags of chips.

"Why is it like this?," I asked him as he sat on the bed.

"We all had dinner in here last night with Skylynn and Hayes," Nash replied while reaching for his phone in his pocket.

I nodded, running my fingers through my messy hair.

As I walked towards my bed, I noticed another album on top of it.

Whose was it?

Was it mine?

Why would I even bring an album to a hotel?

"That's ours, you used to look at it while you were about to go to sleep. You said it helped you remember that Savannah was still here for you," Nash said; reading my thoughts.