who I thought you were // pickdaisy

9.

~Cameron~

Getting out of my car in that moment, I experienced extreme discomfort. Seeing Sarah stand there in front of me, especially after so long, I was flooded with memories I didn't want to remember and bombarded with emotions I thought were things of the past.

I used to think that our relationship was the best thing to happen to me.

Oh how drastic things can change between you and the people you think you know the best. 

Taking a good look at her, I saw her blonde hair was dyed a deep, dark brown. Her face at rest had shifted from a sweet smile to a look of annoyance that I now knew her to be. Perhaps it had always been that way, and I was too naive to notice. 

I don't think that I would ever admit the great extent of which she had an effect on me, in both our relationship as well as our break up. She was my first love, my first mistake. I was still in complete shock as to how and why she was here, standing in front of me. My answer soon found me:

"Sarah! Hey, glad you were able to convince your mom. Have you seen the inside yet?" Jeremy grinned, running down the steps to greet her. He looked up, meeting my eyes and his eyes went wide. He gave me a look of... constipation or something before helping her carry her bags in from Faye's van. I let out a huge sigh, confused and already mentally drained. Once I was alone, I started...

I realized that I was not, in fact, alone.

Corinne was still standing there and staring at me, duffels in her hands, looking confused. She opened her mouth but before she could sass me or say something critical, I walked past her to grab my bags and head in. 

"Not in the mood your highness." She stayed quiet.

Huh, I finally shut her up. I smiled to myself.

I had too much going on in my life that didn't need the added stress of both Sarah and Corinne. I had to start thinking about colleges, especially ones that would give me a scholarship for soccer; had to help my dad with Corinne's stupid pottery wheel, as well as work and live next to Corinne; and had to start my summer assignments for classes this coming school year. Normally, seniors have it easy with summer assignments, but with my school using IB curriculum, I was one of the select few that were on the path to get a special diploma that required extra work, testing, and service hours. 

The challenge of Corinne quickly invaded my mind yet again. Living next to her hadn't been the worst thing to ever happen, but she was damn good at getting me riled up. When my dad first told me that Morgan's daughter would be coming to stay with him, I have to admit that I was intrigued. After my breakup with Sarah, I could have really used another friend. Sarah and I had an awkward phase after in regards to our shared friends, her seemingly normal with them a couple of weeks before I was even back into a regular routine.

By the time I make it to my claimed room, I'm sick of thinking about the past. I throw my bags on the bed and smirk to myself.

I am going to have so much fun these next couple of days.

//

~Corinne~

What. The. Actual Hell. Was. That.

Does Cameron know that chick? Like know know that chick?? Anyways, the universe works in mysterious ways I guess.

With my mouth still open, I turn around from my spot and stare at the literal mansion in front of me. I knew Jeremy's parents were rich from the barbecue at his house, but damn. The cabin is on a new level. It was beautiful, although still not technically a cabin. At least not that I knew of... 

Walking up to it, I saw the detail of the wood the house was built with, little carvings of canyons and mountains with all types of wildlife. A large industrial looking chandelier greeted me on the front steps, and I had to stop for a second and simply comprehend everything that was coming into my peripheral. They had an outdoor chandelier. An outdoor chandelier. That's so sick. Walking in further, I made it into the entry way of Jeremy's home. I could tell the place was meant to entertain with a twelve person dining table to my left in the dining room, and 2 large, L-shaped couches in front of me in the living room. I realized a little after stepping in that I was in fact the only one to be seen throughout the house. 

I called out, "Hello? Marco?"

"POLO," A voice yelled, echoing from somewhere tucked away in the house.

I followed the sound. Turning left and walking quickly through the dining room, I then walked through the magnificent kitchen. 

Of course the kitchen is beautiful, what else did I expect? 

Looking left again, I saw a door wide open that exposed a wooden staircase. Summiting the Mt. Everest of steps, I saw 2 figures surround a large queen beds and a pile of duffels and bags on the floor. I smiled the second I saw Faye's lavender hair. I basically crawled up to them, with my legs exhausted from the indoor hike I just pursued. I set my bags down and leaned on Faye for support. 

"Hey, Corinne..." Striker paused, "why are you so out of breath?" There was an added hint of concern for my health.

"I... steps... very long... tired..." I managed to fail both forming a coherent sentence and breathing at the same time.

"Ohhhkay. Anyways, Faye, I love you lots. You know me, girl, I really do." Striker spoke, slinging an arm around her shoulder, "but I respectfully am taking this bed right on over here." He pointed to the bed in the middle of the room. 

Once I finally caught my breath, I chimed in: "Why don't you guys just share it?" From this, Faye immediately snapped her head over at me, blushing furiously. Striker looked down at me, then at Faye, then back at me. I looked around, seeing if they were perhaps glancing at something behind me. Nope, just me.

"What? Is that so crazy?" I asked, genuine curious. "I knew that I was moving into Mormon land but geez, its just a bed." I started snorting at my own joke.

"HA." Striker laughed before reverting back to his serious face, "that's funny, it really is. See, I just am a growing boy and I need my privacy and space." 

"Okay well since you would like your own space, how about me and Faye share the bed. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, would you Faye?" I looked up at her, winking.

She giggled. "No that sounds good to me."

"Well that's settled then" I smirked at Striker.

"Wait... but.. you... where will... what?" He stammered on.

"I'm sure there are more rooms in the house where you can have you're own space" I laughed in response, patting him on the back. He gave me a menacing smile before silently picking up bags and heading back down the stairs. 

"Well that wasn't scary at all" I said looking at Faye with somewhat wide eyes.

"Yeah seriously... hope we don't like die in our sleep." She mirrored my look.

Setting our bags on the middle of the bed, I took the right side while Faye took the left. We started to pack our night stands and dressers with our clothes. Despite this being a short vacation, I liked to keep my stuff tidy. Looking left of my dresser, I opened a tiny door that could be used as a little closet or cupboard for whatever it was needed for I guess. What was cool about having this room upstairs is that we had our own bathroom and everything. Upon walking in, I noticed that it had another door, opposite our entrance. I opened it to see what was on the other side and saw a room just like ours. Cameron stood there shirtless, unpacking his clothes. Upon this beautiful sight, I gasped audibly, leading him to make direct eye contact with me.

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. Oh GOD. I thought, my cheeks burning bright crimson with a mix of embarrassment and other emotions. I was embarrassed that I got caught, but also that I liked what I saw. It seems like he was just as attractive as all of the other guys in the house. Who would have thought?

I raced back into my side of the room and looked for Faye. She was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps coming from behind me, causing me to whip around, still high on adrenaline. I saw a shirt-wearing Cameron walk past me, avoiding eye contact on the way to the stairs back to the main floor.

Oh that's so embarrassing.