Ok, I am such a bitch. How do you deal with me? literally. How do you even deal with me.
Ok that's me clapping for you bc you deal with me.
Omg I'm the weirdest author like how the hell like srsly I'm still applauding you for putting up with me. Lol. So lately I've had writers block kinda. Um.....yeah. So lol in thinking of posting a pic on my Instagram like with the actors and stuff. Like so I'm only gonna keep them up for like 2 days each.
My Instagram: @fivesecondsofneverland
So yeah. I'm gonna post a pic of Cam, then a pic of Sadie, then Nick, then Alex, then Amber, then Mrs. Danielson, etc. so yeah. Um....idek where this is going.
Song suggestions for the chapter: Backseat Serenade by All Time Low, Can't Take My Eyes Off You by Lady Antebellum, Strong by One Direction, and She Looks So Perfect by Five Seconds of Summer.
Yeah babes. OK SO I JUST FOUND OUT THAT CAM HAD ANKLE SURGERY LIKE WHEN THEN HELL AND IT'S BEEN AN INJURY SINCE COLLEGE WHAT THE HELL CAM BABE DAMN.
ok so my dad insulted Cam and called him Scam Newton and I literally argued with him for about 45 minutes about how he was perfect and hE WAS INNOCENT AND I DIDN'T CARE WHAT HE THOUGHT. And then my mom insulted Julian Edelman and I cried and told her he was perfect and this is literally my family bc I was talking to my Asian friend and my dad yelled "ILL HAVE AN ORDER OF EGGROLLS!"
Ok that was irrelevant and uh....so there are gonna be a few chapters later and this isn't the end.
MOCK TRIAL TUESDAY.
I couldn't believe I told him yes. I cursed myself. Why was I doing this? Because once I left Charlotte, I'd want Cam more. More than I had these past eight months. I was a freaking idiot. An idiot.
"Damn," I swore, picking up the only decoration in my apartment. A framed picture of Cam and me. Our Disney selfie. It kinda made me feel a pang of guilt in my chest every time I looked at it. But I'd be seeing him soon. That made my heart flutter with anticipation. Cam. I did miss him. I contemplated moving back out to California. Should I? I'd be far away from him, and there wouldn't be any temptation for me to visit him. I'd always have the proximity of my mom and Alan. But...no. Why was I even thinking about this? I was an independent adult. Stop it. So instead, I went into my room and started to pack up. Shorts, jeans, jerseys, t-shirts, and of course, Vans.
I texted Cam, and he told me he was here, waiting at passenger pickup. Logical. I tried to steady my breathing, but I honestly couldn't. My mind was turning out possible scenarios that could occur within the next twenty minutes. I kept breathing in and out.
Just thinking about him made me jittery. I walked slowly through Charlotte Douglas International Airport.
Breathe Sadie. Breathe. Breathe, I told myself repeatedly. I continued with the steady flow of people until I reached a sign that read, 'Passenger Pickup.' I stopped mid-stride as I saw the lobby of waiting family and friends. I scanned the room.
Immediately my eyes went to an African American man, about 6'6", strong build. That was the first time I'd ever thought of Cam as a man. He was wearing a Charlotte Hornets SnapBack, and a sweatshirt, plaid shirt and jeans. That was undoubtedly Cam. He had his hands in his pockets, and it looked as if he were scanning the airport for someone. Oh wait, me. Our eyes met for a minute, and my breath hitched in my throat. My mind immediately went back to the last time I saw him, the Draft.
"I'm proud of you."
"You...you sound like you're saying goodbye." The statement was accusatory, but the way he said it was sad, almost.
"Because I am. Goodbye Cam," I said softly.
"B-But what about your damn Peter Pan quote about not saying goodbye?" Tears welled up in his eyes.
"It used to mean more. But now? Now it's just a quote to me," I shrugged. "I guess I just grew up."
"But what about never growing up?" he asked, his voice shaking. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I brushed away a tear from his cheek with my thumb.
"I'll never forget any of the memories we've made," I whispered. "I can honestly promise you that."
He held my smaller hand in his larger one. I touched his cheek softly.
And with that, I gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked out of his life.
*end of flashback*
I broke into a fast walk, going towards Cam. Weaving around people. He stood there staring at me. Wide eyes. My Converse squeaked on the tile floor. Bag in hand, I broke out into practically a run. And before I knew it, I was in Cam's arms. His lips felt so familiar, even after all these months. I'm pretty sure people were staring, but did I care? Nope. I didn't care in the least bit.
"Sadie," Cam murmured, burying his head in my hair. I smiled into his neck.
"I've missed you too," I said, tears threatening to stream down my cheeks at any moment. I could stay like this for hours. But we were in a public place. His lips grazed mine, and he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Cam, we're in an airport, remember?" I asked with a giggle.
"Oh yeah." He laughed. "I guess we are."
"Let's go back to your apartment," I suggested. He took my hand.
"Our apartment, remember?"
"I agreed I'd come down, not that I'd move in with you," I sighed. He frowned.
"We're not done with this conversation," he told me. We started to Cam's car, and he took my hand. I stared at his profile. He was so beautiful. I had really missed him. So we walked to his car, and once we got inside, I immediately kissed him. I had missed him so much. He put his hand to my cheek, and this moment felt so perfect. I had missed these moments.
"I missed you," he whispered.
"Those were the worst eight months of my life," I managed.
"I think you have my Auburn jersey," Cam laughed.
"I think I do, considering I've been sleeping with it every night," I giggled.
"Really? Because I've been sleeping with your sweater every night for the past eight months too," he smiled. I just stared at him. I stared at his lips. At his hands. At his cheekbones. At his chest. At him.
"Let's go home," I smiled. Cam opened his mouth, as if to say something.
"Yeah," he nodded. "Let's go."
He held my hand. He didn't let go, either.
"How've you been?" he asked.
"Suckish," I admitted bluntly. "Very suckish. But now that I'm here with you, everything's all right. How've you been? Any girlfriends? You must have a lot of female fans," I joked.
"They're so desperate! It's crazy. But as for the girlfriend thing? Yeah. I mean, if you're up for it." He cracked a grin. I tried to look away. I did. I tried to look the other way so I wouldn't have to fall...deeper...into his...eyes.
"I'm up for it. I'm totally up for it," I grinned.
"Good. Ooh, here we are." He stopped the car. Wow. I had been so lost in his eyes that I hadn't realized we were even moving. I saw a huge apartment building looming in front of me. Downtown Charlotte was gorgeous. So we got out of the car, Cam holding my hand. I grabbed my duffel bag from the back, and we started inside. He wrapped his arms around me in the elevator, and it reminded me of when we were in New York.
"I love you," I said, and the elevator stopped. It entered into a gorgeous penthouse with a phenomenal view of Charlotte. "Cam, it's gorgeous," I breathed.
"Yeah. You are," he whispered.
"I've missed you so fucking much," I shook my head, burying it in his chest. We stood like that for about ten minutes. His cologne filled my nostrils, and I loved it because I hadn't smelled it in months. I hadn't felt his muscles twitch through his shirt and I hadn't felt his steady breathing and I hadn't felt his warm skin against mine and I hadn't wanted to be so close to him this badly in my life.
"I'll give you the tour tomorrow," he murmured in my ear. "I think I just wanna cuddle on the couch right now, how about you?"
"That," I said, sighing contently, "sounds absolutely fabulous."
Cam picked me up in his arms and I giggled girlishly. I had missed this. He brought me over to the couch, and laid down next to me. He grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over our bodies.
"This isn't a dream. This is really happening," I smiled.
"Yeah. This is really happening. From strangers in Florida, to best friends in Alabama, to star crossed lovers in North Carolina."
"Yup. G'night. See you in my dreams."
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He was the starting quarterback for Auburn. Brilliant, handsome, athletic. She was a student at Auburn. Brilliant, beautiful, artistic. As she's struggling to find her way, she finds herself falling deeper and deeper in love with her best friend. Bu...