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“I can’t.” she says and leave leaving my room.
I follow her and see she shut the door.
I try to open the door but she locked it. I knock and bang on the door a bit to try and get in.
“Bailey, open the door please.” I beg.
She’s so stubborn, but I kind of like that about her. I huff and ask, “Can you answer a question for me please?”
I take her silence as a yes. “What did you mean when you said you can’t?”
She doesn’t say anything so I start to walk back into my room, I turn around when I hear her door open. She stands to the side and geastures for me to come in.
I walk into her room and stand at the end of her bed and then look at her.
“When I said I can’t, I mean towards the kiss and to this situation.” She says running her fingers through her hair.
“So what do we do?”
“We stay like we were before. I do my thing you do yours.” She says putting her hands on her hips.
My heart breaks, I want to be more.
“Is there anything I could do so you’d give me a chance?” I ask really desperate.
"I don’t know. Maybe when we’re out of this house, it’d be kind of weird considering you might be my foster brother.”
“But we aren’t blood so, it won’t be weird.” I point out.
“True, but I haven’t had a boyfriend, or any friends before, so please let me adjust.” She says calmly.
Let her adjust? She’s already starting to have something with fucking Tyler. How is it any different if it were with me?
“But you and Tyler?” I question her.
“That’s different. I don’t know. Just please leave it alone.”
“Fine.” I huff.
“Thank you.” She says and smiles.
“Yup.” I say and walk out of the room.
( Remember they aren't blood related! & Bailey is stupid. I know I made her like this, lol but she stupid.
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The Foster Home (Cameron Dallas)Fanfiction
While Bailey runs away from her foster mom. She comes across Cameron Dallas. She shares her past with him and grow closer with each other. All Rights Reserved ® I DONT ALLOW TRANSLATIONS DONT ASK