Cameron's mom invites me to stay at their house. I accept, because obviously I don't have anywhere else to go. But even if I did, I think I would've accepted. These people have been good to me, so far at least.
It's a very spacious house, with three extra, very spacious rooms. The room I stay in is almost two times my hospital size room. All back and white, with little splashes of neon, like on the trim of clothes and furniture, and the frame of the TV. I know how to work a TV by now, and I find food network. That's my favorite channel because I get to see all the exotic foods that people prepare. Some look gross, though.
I'm extremely happy because it's 6:00, the time that Chopped comes on. It's my favorite show because I love to see how people cook under that much pressure. 10,000 dollars is a lot, for most people. Fortunately, I have infinite money because of Anna's hospital card.
I reach for the pink card in my pocket, only to realize that the card isn't there. The card isn't in my pocket! This is bad, really bad.
Cameron's mom comes in right in the middle of my crazed search. She hands the pink card to me.
"You dropped this on the doorstep. I can keep it for you, if you want, so that you won't lose it." She offers.
"No, that's okay, I'll just wear pockets with zippers for now." I reply cooly.
"Okay, but if you change your mind... I'm always here."
I smile, I can't help it, "Thank you, so much."
She smiles in return and walks out of the room, calling for Cameron. A few moments later, Cameron comes in. He tries to help me pick up the room, but doesn't know where everything goes, and fails. It gets done in about ten minutes.
I sigh and flop on the bed. Cameron lays beside me.
"You know, we are here to help you, you can trust us. And if you can't trust anyone else, trust me. I'm here." He runs his fingers through my long, blond hair and walks out.
Thank you, Cameron. He just helped me gain the courage to cut my hair off. I grab the scissors that are in one of my drawers, and cut my hair off, right to the ear. I sigh in relief as it feels like a ton has been lifted off of my shoulders and head. I make it look as best as I can, and it turns out pretty good.
I look in the mirror. She looks nothing like the girl that looked into it just mere minutes ago. My short hair should be much more manageable, and much more portable.
Feeling confident, I stride out into the living room and plop on the puffy sofa. Cameron hears my door shut and hesitantly walks out of his room, and gasps when he sees my hair.
"Oh, my God, Anna." He stares at me while I run my hands through my hair.
"So? Do you like it?" I say.
"No."
"Oh."
"Because I love it!" He steps over to me and gives me a hug.
"Thanks! I should probably go take a shower, it's been a long day."
The word 'shower' makes his face turn pink. "Yea, okay. There are towels in the closet in your room."
"I'll be back in about twenty minutes."
He nods and heads back to his room, where I retreat to my room, to take a shower. I undress and turn the water on, making it extra hot, relieving stress.
After ten minutes of showering, I decide to shut the water off. I grab a towel and pick out pajamas; a black top and neon sweatpants. Right as I'm about to get dressed, there's a knock at my door.
"Hang on just a second, I'm getting dressed." I say, pretty loudly.
I finish dressing and open the door, and Cameron walks in, carrying a piece of paper.
"This is tomorrow's game plan. We will take this path up to here....." He explains some other complicated stuff, "and we end up right here, in enemy territory."
"Okay. Sounds hard, but sounds adventurous!"
"Oh, it'll be adventurous all right."
"I'm ready for tomorrow. What are we gonna pack?"
"Worry about that tomorrow!"
"But what if w-" He cuts me off with another kiss, which I gladly accept.
"Like I said, worry about it tomorrow." He whispers in my ear, giving me chills.
"Okay," I whisper back. And I go to bed, anxious for what tomorrow will bring.
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I'm woken up at 2:15 am by Cameron.
"Been seeing a lot of you lately." I say, groggy from sleep.
"It's been a long time since I've slept with my mom, or anyone for that matter, and I was wondering if I could just... I don't know... Crawl on the other side of the bed?"
The question alerts me, and I want to say yes. I feel like sleeping with Cameron at least a foot and a half away would give him the sense of security he wants, but not enough for him to do anything stupid. Besides, the bed is bigger than that, and he could be even farther away.
"Cameron, I'm going to trust you. You can sleep here, but you have to stay at least two feet away, and no doing anything stupid."
He sighs in relief at not being rejected. "Thank you."
He climbs under the covers a good two feet away and dozes off. It actually felt safer with Cameron.
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What did you guys think? Do you like Cameron, or do you think he will turn out bad? I don't even know myself, and I'm the one writing it!
