I woke up that Sunday after the party with a banging headache barley remembering things from last night, I went to the bathroom and had a shower. "So refreshing" I said to myself
After I was dressed in some trackies cameron popped up in to my mind I miss him knocking for me in the mornings
His warm smile and his amazing laugh
"Oh shit" I said I think I must really love him then I slapped my self and said no that would never happen him and me and just laughed.
Then I realized that I said to him I loved him... No he was asleep he couldn't of heard it.... Or maybe... No no he didn't
I decided to go and visit cameron before he checks out
When I get out of the taxi I see my reflection in the window and I look so ruff but I don't care(hopefully he won't)
I get to his room "73" I take a deep breath and walk in "hey came-" the bed was empty ? I walk out and see Cameron's nurse I grab her "where's cameron ?"
"Who?" She said "room 73 Cameron Dallas?!" "Oh he check him self out a few hours ago." I rolled my eyes and called another cab
I felt so cold and I had a moment of silents as I thought about Cameron his eyes his smile his everythi-" "taxi for Amy Butler?"
"Yes that's me" "where to" he said "UCLA campus please" I got it and laid down across the seats and drifted...
