Our Scars (A Cameron Dallas Fanfic)

Friends? (Chapter Six)

Micah's POV

I woke up at 3:56am. Cameron was laying beside me. I got up and tip toed out of the room, trying not wake him up. I started walking down the hallway. The cold hardwood floor stung the bottom of my feet. Parts of the floor squeaked. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite enough because I could hear someone behind me. I turned around and saw Cameron standing there. "Where are you going?" He asked me. "Home. I didn't want to bother you or anything so-" I said before he interrupted me. "You weren't bothering me. But if you want to go home, I can drive you." he offered. "Actually, can I stay here? I just need someone to talk about things with." I said. "Yeah, sure." he calmly answered, still sleepy. We both went back into his room. He got a cover and pillow from the bed and got on the floor. I fell onto the bed and got under the comforter. I laid there for what seemed like forever, before asking "Cameron?" "Yeah?" He questioned. "C-can you sleep, um, up here with me?" I choked out. It was silent for a few moments. "Yeah, of course." he finally answered. He got up and laid down beside me. He adjusted his pillow and got comfortable. I grabbed his hand, it was huge compared to mine. "Thank you." I quietly whispered. "For what?" He asked. "Saving me." I said. "Your welcome." he assuringly answered. I let go of his hand. I wanted to cry. Just thinking about what could've happened to me, what Cameron did for me. A tear escaped from my eye. Why do I have to feel like this? "Where's your bathroom?" I questioned Cameron. "Turn left, it's the first room on the right." he said. I nodded and walked out to the bathroom. I closed the door and sank down to the floor. I brought my legs to my chest. I buried my face in my knees and began crying. It seemed like I was crying for forever. I started looking in his bathroom cabinets and drawers. In the bottom drawer all the way in the back I found a razor. I picked it up and sat back down on the floor. Slit. Silt. Silt. Across my wrists and my forearm. Tears poured from my eyes like a waterfall. I guess I had been in there for long time, because Cameron was knocking at the door. "Micah? Are you okay?" He asked sounding concerned. "Yeah." I said trying to make it seem like I wasn't crying. "Let me in." he demanded. "Why?" I asked. "I could hear you crying." He calmly stated. "I wasn't crying." I tried to cover it up. I got a towel and pressed it against my arm. "Micah, please let me in." He begged. "Wait." I said. The bleeding finally stopped. I took a section of the towel that didn't have blood on it and ran it under water. I took it and cleaned around the cuts. I found some bandaids and put them on my cuts. I opened the door and found Cameron standing there. He stared into my eyes. He pulled me into a tight hug. I sobbed into his chest again. He rubbed my back trying to soothe me. The tears would not stop. Cameron saw the towel. He pulled away and grabbed both of my arms. He saw all the bandaids covering my left. He pulled me into his arms again. "You're better than this, Micah. You shouldn't do this to yourself, you're too good for that." He assured me. "No I'm not." I said. "Yes you are." he proclaimed. "Come with me." He held my hand and dragged me down stairs. We walked into the kitchen. He gave me glass cups, while he gathered glass plates. We walked outside. We put down the glasses and plates. He handed me a glass. "Smash it." he demanded. "No. Why?" I wondered. "Just do it." He said. I threw it on the ground. He handed me a plate. "I'm not throwing down anything else. You need plates and cups to eat and drink from." I said. "I'll get more. Just let everything out." He assured me. I took it and threw it down with all my might. "Are you feeling any better?" He asked. "I guess." I said. He handed me another plate, he also had one. "Okay on the count of three let everything out. Scream if you need to. Grab all the plates and glasses. Hell, do anything you need to do. Okay?" He stated. "Okay." I answered. "1,2,3 Now!" He hollered. We threw down the plates and screamed. I looked at him. He smiled. "Better?" He asked. "Yeah, I think so." I smiled. He grabbed my hand and guided me back inside. He opened the cabinets and got some food out. Chips, candy, drinks, etc. We went up to his room. He turned on the tv. It was the only light, he didn't bother turning on the light. We sat beside each other and began eating. It was 5:07am. I shoved a handful of chips in my mouth. Cameron laughed, so did I. We watched the re-runs of Teen Wolf. After we got done eating, Cameron laid the food on the night stand next to him. "Can I borrow a shirt and pants or something?" I asked. "Yeah." He said. He went into his closet and got out a black pair of joggers and a thin blue pullover sweater thing. I went into the bathroom connected to his room and changed. I came out and sat down. We watched the rest of the last episode of season 4. We both liked that one. He turned on season one's first episode. I reached over him for my drink on the stand. He got the drink before me and moved it further back. He laughed. "Are you serious?" I laughed. My hand slipped from holding onto the stand I fell onto of Cameron. My face was only inches away from his. He leaned in, so did I. Before I knew it, his plump, red lips were touching mine. He kissed back instantly. I swear my stomach did uncontrollable flips. Cameron's hands found their way to my waist, pulling me into him. I cupped his face in my hands. His body heat was radiating off of him. My bottom lip was captured between both of his as our lips glided continuously together in this slow motion. I pulled away. No, this can't happen.

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