Mystery Guy . * A CAMERON DALLAS FANFICTION*

Big Brown Eyes . Chapter 3

I opened my eyes to the sight of Cameron's face, three inches away from mine. He was still sleeping. I smiled and sat up. I was trying to plan our day. I have the perfect idea. I got up and went to make breakfast. I made eggs, pancakes, bacon, and toast. I also poured a glass of cold milk and put it on a tray to bring up to Cam. By the time I got into my room, Cameron was sitting up looking for me. He was confused.

"Oh there you are." He chuckled.

"Yeah, here I am." I laughed. "Here is some breakfast." I set the tray on his lap.

"Yum." He licked his lips as started to chow down.

"Ha, I'm going to take a shower. I have plans for you and I today." I winked.

He smiled at me.

I got into the bathroom and started the shower. I removed my clothing and stepped in. I started to shampoo my hair when I heard the door open.

"Cameron?" I asked.

"Yeah, do you mind if I come in?" He asked.

I though about it. I had a glass shower. But it was the kind of blurry glass. So you can see the outline of the person, but not everything. You know?

"Sure." I said, not feeling awkward.

He sat down on the counter and swung his feet.

"What are our plans for today?" He asked curiously.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." I said with a grin on my face.

"Ha, okay." He said.

"Can you hand me my towel?" I asked.

"Uhh, yeah, sure, here." He said tossing my towel over the top of the shower wall.

"Thanks." I said wrapping the towel around my body and stepping out.

"Well, I'm going to get dressed." I said kind of awkwardly.

"Okay, I'll just wait until you give me the ok." He replied looking down at his feet.

I walked into my room and put on shorts and a tank top. I threw my hair up I'm a messy bun and didn't bother putting on any makeup.

"Okay!" I called to Cameron, waiting patiently in the bathroom.

He opened the door and walked in. He plopped on the futon and looked at me with desperate eyes.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked grinning.

"Yeaah.." He said unsure.

I grabbed him and pulled him out of my room. We walked down the stairs. We were passing the kitchen when my dad decided to speak up.

"You had a boy stay over night? And it's not Tyler." He said with a confuse look on his face.

"I'm so sorry da-" he cut me off.

"As long as it isn't that punk, I'm okay with it.. But what happened to Tyler?" He asked tilting his head.

"We broke up. Bye dad! Love you." I said before he could interrogate me.

I quickly opened the door and grabbed the car keys on the way out. We quickly jumped into out silver Pontiac. I turned the keys and the radio turned on to the old rock and roll my dad likes to listen to.

"Sorry about that." I said while quickly turning down the horrible music.

"Ha, it's alright." He said smiling at me.

I out my hand on the middle console and so did Cameron. We both picked up our hands quickly and awkwardly. It actually wasn't that bad.

"You look very beautiful today Bailee." He said looking down at his twiddling thumbs.