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Author: Michelle Key: Y/N = Your Name Y/F/N = Your Friend's Name Y/L/N = Your Last Name Y/F/C = Your Favorite Color Enjoy! :) ___________________________
Friends? Or is it more? ; cameron dallas
"So, I hate you for giving me that dare, Y/N.." Your friend, Y/F/N, says wiping off the washable paint of his/her face with a warm cloth. You giggle innocently as the doorbell rings.
Ding, dong!
The doorbell speaks. You get up and walk to the door and open it to see the Cameron Dallas, your friend from high school. Sitting in his car. You look at your friend, "Y/F/N, what do I do, Cameron is outside.." You trail off, "Come on!" Cameron calls.
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You look back and forth, your friend smiles, "Go, but be back by ten." You slip on some converse and hug your friend, "Thanks, Y/F/N.. I will be back." You whisper then run outside and hop in the passenger seat, Cameron smiles, "So, I haven't seen you in a few years, how have you been, Y/N?" Cameron asks you as he drives. You smile soft, "It has been good..Cammy." You say with a soft smirk. You used to call him that in seventh grade, he hated it. Cameron looks at you for a brief second and chuckles soft. "I can't believe that you remember that, I thought it was only me." He says honest. You smile with light red cheeks.
Oh my god, he remembers me calling him Cammy, oh god, what if he remembers me loving him.. We were so close to dating thenVine came into his life. We soon grew distant which I hated, then he became Mr. Popular at school but hept on hanging out with me, no matter how popular he was in school or how famous he is now, he somehow always made time for me, it's almost as if... He loves me..Nah!
You wave the thought away like nothing as a hand holds one of yours.
