After convincing Cameron that I wouldn't leave again while he was sleeping, he finally went and laid down.
The day went by faster than I expected, and Ellie and I were laid out on the couch watching Vampire Diaries.
I looked over at her, and I could see the tired look she expressed. Her eyes were closing by the second.
"You should get some sleep." I whispered.
She jumped at the sound of my voice, but chuckled when she realized it was me.
"I'm so tired." She rubbed her head.
"Are you sure you're okay in here? If you feel uncomfortable, there is always extra room on the bed."
I could tell she was putting thought into it.
"Don't be afraid to say yes." I laughed.
"I just" she began, "I feel like I'm invading yours and Cameron's space, and sleeping with you guys would easily confirm that."
"I know how you must feel." I nodded, "I can understand if you feel as if you're in our way, but you're not. If Cameron didn't like you, he would have definitely already told me by now, and I obviously do." I smiled.
"Cameron wouldn't care if I slept with you guys?" She asked.
"Of course not."
"I just have these weird dreams where Cal breaks into this apartment, and-" her voice shivered, "and it's.. Just bad."
I eventually fully talked her into sleeping with us. I feel seriously bad for this girl, and I'll do anything to help her out.
She laid beside me, climbing under the covers. Surprisingly, we didn't wake Cameron up by all of the racket of getting under the covers.
"Goodnight Ellie." I whispered over to her, and through the dark, I saw her head turn towards me.
"Goodnight."
________________I'd woke up, debating on whether telling Cameron that Ellie and I are going out for coffee, but I knew if I didn't, he'd freak the heck out.
I ran my fingers down his cheek, and pressed my lips to his. His eyes fluttered open, and a smile attached to his lips.
"Don't freak out, Ellie and I are going out for coffee."
"Coffee?" He asked.
"Coffee." I stated.
"Okay."

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Human // c.d
Fanfiction"No, it's either- it's either we're fighting or we're not. There's either something wrong, or everything's perfect. You know Cameron, I don't even know what love is." I cried, turning to face his weakened body. "I never did."