""Hello little boy what's your name?" An older woman in her forties asked me.
"Cameron," I confidently choked out.
"Alright, Mr. Cameron, your seat is over there by the boy named Nash, okay?" She added the 'okay' to make sure I knew where I was going. I nodded.
I ran over to a kid smaller than me. His hair was in a small quiff and he was wearing a black ninja turtle shirt with bright red vans. His jeans were surprisingly not ripped, but just a little dirty. "Hi," I quickly said as I took a seat next to him in a wooden desk. It was polished so kids wouldn't cut their hands or get slivers.
"Hi," Nash, I'm assuming, said back. "I'm Nash."
"I'm Cameron," I responded with a smile.
"How old are you?" Nash asked with some difficulty, he wasn't to big with words.
"Five," I said.
"Cool, I'm four, but my birthday is in December," he said 'birthday' with a baby voice.
"Cool," I smiled then turned in my seat. I decided to give the kid a break, maybe he wants to practice his pronunciations.
"So what do you want to be when you grow up?" he suddenly asked breaking the silence. I looked up at the ceiling and thought deeply about my answer.
"I want to be famous," I answered with a smile.
"Cool, I want to be an actor," he smiled back. "Wanna be friends?" He then asked.
I nodded while biting my lip, "Yes.""
"It's been eleven years, and I still remember that moment like it was yesterday. What am I supposed to do? He's always been there for me, he's like a brother. We even swore to not break over a girl, and its exactly what happened. Amara, help," I slipped down the wall.
"Cam, what am I supposed to do? Just make everything become better? I can't do that," she responded with a little attitude, but stayed standing.
"You always make me happy, tell me something or just help me," I yelled with tears forming in my eyes.
"Why don't you try to solve it yourself," she offered.
"Someone's on their period," I mumbled hoping she didn't hear, but a huff escaped her lips. "Sorry," I smiled. She lightly kicked my leg.
"You're a butt," she let more air out then normal.
"But I'm your butt," I smiled. She giggled.
"No, you're the pain in my butt," she pointed out.
"Oh yeah," I remembered.
"Cameron! The limo is here!" Johnson yelled with a smiled added onto the tail end. I looked up at Amara. She outstretched her hand; being nice, helping me stand up. I smirked then grabbed her hand, purposely applying to much force, dragging her down on top of me.
"Cameron!" She squealed as she landed into a straddling position. I smiled as her face became centimeters from mine.
"I have to become happy somehow," I admitted.
"Oh I can tell you're happy alright," She widened her eyes as she said that. I smiled again, then realized exactly what she was talking about. I blushed; she laughed. "Don't be embarassed."
"But I have to hide it when I walk to the limo," I pouted.
"Do you want your blanket back?" She asked as if I was two years old. I rolled my eyes but nodded, it was a good idea.
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Vanquished (Cameron Dallas)Fanfiction
van·quish [vang-kwish, van-] -verb (used with object) 1. to conquer or subdue by superior force, as in battle. 2. to defeat in any contest or conflict; victorious 3. to overcome or overpower #1 in Cameron Dallas 2014 #2 & #3 in Cameron Dallas 2015