The Foster Home (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter 54

Cameron places three pieces of pizza on his plate.

"Do you want met to get you a drink?"

"Sure, I'll have pepsi."

I open the fridge and take out two cans of pepsi.

"Can or cup?"

"Cans fine."

I take the two cans back to the table and set one beside Toby and one in front of my seat.

I go back into the kitchen and grab my plate. "Do you want me to carry your plate?" I say laughing, as I watch Cameron try to hold his plate while using his crutches.

"No, I'm fine."

"Seriously,  I can take it. I don't want you to drop it."

He reluctantly hands me his plate and mutters a thank you.

I place his plate in his spot as he sits down.

When I sit down, I pull back the tab of my pepsi and open it, and take a sip.

"So, tomorrow we're going to go to an aquarium, look around for a bit then go swimming with the dolphins!" Jessica says, walking into the kitchen.

"Sounds good! What time are we leaving?"

"We'll leave at nine."

"Alright." Toby said, walking into the kitchen and throwing his plate away.

"Are you not hungry, Cameron?"

"Not really. I don't feel hungry anymore." he said, moving his plate.

"You look tired, you should go to bed earlier tonight."

"I will."

Cameron got up and made his way upstairs.

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Toby's POV:

"Which side of the bed are you sleeping on?" I ask Cameron,  pulling the blankets back.

"Right."

"Shit," Cameron cursed. I look up at him and his nose is bleeding.

"I'll go get some toilet paper!"

I ran past Bailey and into the bathroom.

"Hey!"

"I just need toilet paper." I take the roll off the holder and make my way back into the room.

"Why?"

"Cameron's nose is bleeding."

We walk in the the room.

Cameron is sitting on the bed, trying to stop the blood from gushing out.

His hand was covered in blood.

I quickly unravel the roll and hand it to Cam.

"Thanks."

"I'll go get mom and dad."

I make my way downstair quickly and run to their door.

"Mom. Dad." I said, and knock on the door a few times.

My dad answers the door, "What's wrong?"

"Cameron's nose won't stop bleeding."

"Okay. I'll be up there in a minute. Let me wake mom up."

I go back upstairs and into our room.

"Has it stopped?"

Cameron pulls the toilet paper away from his nose. The toilet paper is covered with blood.