goodguyfitz (oneshots)

can't believe it: part two

"finally you open the fucking door," you shout the second you walk in, dragging your luggage behind you.

"next time i text you telling you i'm here, pay attention to your damn phone. i may have a room here and fly here almost every month, but i don't have any other friends besides you assholes," you continue, clearly annoyed.

"uh... sorry?" a voice says quietly.

"sorry my ass," you mumble, already walking upstairs toward the room that's basically yours whenever you visit.

you drop your luggage, look around, and immediately notice that things on your desk are out of place.

"i'm literally going to murder all of you. who was in my room? was it mason?" you yell while storming back downstairs.

"i told all of you i didn't want anyone in my room when i'm not here," you say, crossing your arms and looking up—expecting to see toby or ryan.

instead, it's someone else.

your expression softens instantly.

"holy shit... i'm so sorry," you say quickly, completely embarrassed.

"i should apologize too. i was the one who went through the stuff on your desk," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "one of the boys wanted me to find something and they said you might've had one in your room, so i went to check."

he looks a little awkward.

"i was going to put everything back, but i heard the knock on the door and my first instinct was to see who it was."

there's a small pause.

"you're y/n?" he asks.

you nod. "and you're cameron, right? how come you're never here when i visit?" you ask, studying him. something about his voice feels really familiar, but you can't figure out why.

"i was gone for a few months visiting a friend. he ended up in the hospital, hurt his leg pretty badly. but he's doing better now," cameron explains.

you nod and open the fridge, grabbing a sprite before taking a sip.

right when you're about to say something else, the front door swings open.

"holy shit, is that y/n?" mason yells before running straight toward you.

he picks you up instantly and you wrap your legs around his waist, hugging him tightly. "i missed you, macey-boy," you fake-cry.

"i missed you too," he laughs.

"shut the fuck up, you guys saw each other like last month," toby complains while mason finally puts you down.

"fuck off, toby. we were having a moment," you say, flipping her off.

"hey, be nice," cam says, but he's looking directly at you.

you squint at him and flip him off too, just for fun.

"he said nice, y/n," mason adds dramatically, so you roll your eyes.

"anyways, are we doing anything? because if not, i would love to go back upstairs and take a fat ass nap," you smile.

"yes! we're having a sleepover!" toby squeals.

"who said that?" you ask, looking directly at cameron.

he immediately puts his hands up. "don't look at me. i never said anything about a sleepover. that was toby, and then ryan and swagger agreed."

"and the rest of you agree to this?" you ask, looking around the room.