Always (cameron dallas fanfic)

chapter 7

As we drove through the streets of LA, I took in every bit of the scenery that I could. LA was such a beautiful place. The beaches are absolutely amazing. I remember when I would always used to go to the beaches with my friends all the time.

My friends. I miss them so much. We haven't talked in so long. We stopped talking for god knows what reason. As soon as I was diagnosed with cancer and my parents died, they stopped talking to me. It was a complete and utter hell. When I really needed friends to talk to and a shoulder to cry on, they were never there. Then again, I start to realize that after what they did to me, they shouldn't be considered friends and sure as hell shouldn't be missed.

I love the way the breeze feels against my hair. The long strands rustle through the wind. I catch Cameron watching me out of the corner of my eye, but I decide not to confront him about it and embarrass him. I start to smile and I turn to look at him. He takes his eyes off me and smiles, and I take this as my turn to watch him.

His smile is genuine, and his long toned arms are grabbing the wheel. His fingers drum to the beat of the radio which I hadn't noticed was on. The ride has been silent the whole time, but not an awkward silence. More of a there is nothing to be said silence.

After a couple more minutes of driving, we pull into an absolutely adorable café. It is called La Frumbois Le Tuoa. My eyes instantly brighten at the sight. I love cafés. I get out of the car quickly and nearly run up to the door. Cam laughs at my reaction. The sound is beautiful and I long to hear it once again. He holds open the door for me and I thank him as I enter.

The inside is magnificent. There are mulitple tables and beautiful wall paper all along the walls, portraying a view of Paris. There are pastries and all sorts of goods behind the glass cases. I look back at Cam and he is smiling brightly at my intake.

"My family and I used to always come here when I was younger. We would come here on Saturday mornings and order tons of pastries. I would always eat the most." Cam laughs lightly and looks at the ground. I know it must be hard for him to talk about anything family related given the circumstances. I give him a reassuring smile and get on line. There is only a couple people in front of us.

I love french food, so when it is our turn, I order a chocolate croissant, a mini french cupcake, and a coffee. Cam orders a coffee and a regular croissant.

When the lady behind the counter has our order ready, she hands it to Cam and Cam begins to speak french to her. He didn't tell me he spoke french. The way the french and beautiful words roll off his tongue makes my stomach flutter. I missed this feeling. I guess I didn't know what I was missing.

When Cam finishes his conversation,  he turns around to find me nearly drooling. I snap out of my trance.

"Wow. Impressive. I didn't know you spoke french." I tell him.

"I studied french along time in school and picked it up easily. Its a beautiful language, isn't it?"

I nod and smile trying not to squeal at how much more I am beginning to like him.