Trouble. C.S

28.

"COLEEEEE!"

"and you're drunk, again,"

"Yeah. But I had to get drunk for what I'm about to do,"

"What are you about to do?"

"I'm about to-"

"Cam? What happened?"

"I fell over."

"What happened to that ballerina balance?"

"It's disappears on Saturday nights,"

"What are you about to do?"

"I forgot,"

"Well then,"

"Crimson is leaving me in a few weeks, WHO IS GOING TO BAIL ME OUT OF JAIL NOW?!"

"There goes my eardrums. And where is Crimson going?"

"He's moving to New York. He was scouted by a fancy pancy modelling agency,"

"Oh that's cool,"

"That is not cool. Who is going to bail me out when Officer BitchFuck arrests me?"

"Try not to get arrested?"

"Hahahaha,"

"Cami, it's not funny,"

"..."

"Wait are you crying?"

"..."

"Oh, Cam. Don't cry,"

"How am I going to survive in San Diego, all by myself? Like I have the girls are the studio but I don't like those bitches. And my mother doesn't like me, Crimson was the only person who was here for me,"

"I'm here for you, Cam,"

"..."

"You'll be fine. I'm here for you, Cam. Always. Literally I'm just one phone call away. Just try not to get arrested often, I will come and bail you out but you'll probably have to wait 6 or 7 hours,"

"Thank you so much."

"It's no problem, Cam,"

"I remember what I was about to do,"

"What were you about to do?"

"I was about to tell you that I'm crushing on you. Hard."

Call ended.

"Did you really just hang up, Camden Mendoza?"

A/n: Hey, Wattpad, what do I have to do to stop Ads from popping up?

Yours sincerely, a frustrated reader.

Ps.

Silent readers, I see you.