Text #158.
June 3, 7:21 pm.
Mom and dad are starting to pack for their trip to Mexico. I do wish them a good luck though. Sophie is going to pick us up to the party in one hour, so I better get ready. Cameron just texted me and told me that he was coming with us. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
Text #159.
June 4, 9:43 pm.
At least, I can remember what happened yesterday. I remember putting on a black small dress on, a pair of flats and some make up. Nothing exaggerated though. When Sophie came to pick me up, it was already eight o'clock. She said I looked hot and that we were going to pick up Cameron. We went to his house, which was really big and fancy, but I don't care about that. He hopped in the car, and for the first few seconds, he didn't say anything. He just looked at me like I just told him that he could have all the packs of Nerds in the world. Yeah, I love that candy. It took him some seconds to get back to reality and when he did, his eyes met mine. He blinked a couple of times, said 'hi' to me and whispered in my ear and that I was beautiful. I remember feeling shy and looking through the window when Sophie turned on the radio and Same Old Love started playing.
He asked her where we were going, she answered that we were going to her cousin's club and she nodded. Some minutes later, we arrived there and they let us in without asking for our IDs, since Sophie was the owner's cousin. There were at least 60 people there, with the music turned on loud as hell. Sophie ran to the dance floor and started dancing with some random dude. She left me with him. On the first seconds, it was really awkward. Neither of us dared to start a conversation, so we just stood there, with a soda in our hands and not knowing what to do. He invited me to dance and I at first, wanted to reject his offer, but then I just accepted in instead. We walked over to the dance floor and Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift was playing. He told me he didn't know how to dance, and I said that neither did I. He smiled at me and started doing some weird movements, like he was having a constipation attack. It was pretty cute to see him trying. He then looked to the floor and told me he was ridiculous. I tried to make him feel comfortable, but he just kept insisting that he was pathetic dancing. I laughed and he laughed also. And we just stood there, in the middle of the dance floor, laughing at each other's face. We looked like weirdos. For a moment, I just stared at his eyes and I once again just went like 'wow'. They are basically the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. He smiled told me I looked beautiful, once more. I said he didn't look that bad. He smiled again. I smiled back. And this kept going. Until for a minute, I got a little distracted and looked away. I turned back to face him, and I swear, that for a small moment, a millisecond, I saw your face in his. Your eyes. Your hair. Your face. Your body. Your everything. I saw you in Cameron. I blinked a couple of times and the image vanished.
"T-Tyler?" I stuttered, looking at him and blinking a couple more times.
"What?" He asked, raising an eyebrow up.
I quickly restrained from my fantasies, coming back to the real world.
"Oh, sorry. My mind went blank for a moment," I told him as he frowned a little.
"Who's Tyler?" he asked, licking his lips.
"No, he's nobody. It was nothing." I faked a smile.
'Actually, he's everything and he's in everyone', my annoying subconscious added.
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Team Tyler or Team Cameron?
Sty or Stam? Lol, help me choose another shipping name.
Text #160.
June 5, 12:27 pm.
I was woken up by the buzz of my cell phone. With my eyes still sleepy, I opened my eyes and saw that there were 12 unread texts. I tapped on the unlock button at the screen and only then I saw that they were from Cameron.
Cameron, 11:42 am: Good morning, sleeping beauty. How are you? Hope you slept well. Call me when you get this. :)
Cameron, 11:45 am: Only out of curiosity, do you prefer black or white?
Cameron, 11:54 am: Why aren't you answering my poor texts? They're gonna get sad :'(
Cameron, 11:57 am: Steph, are you okay? You never take this long to respond. I'm getting worried x(
Cameron, 12:00 pm: I wanna call you. Can I call you? It sounds totally corny but I kind of miss the sound of your voice.
Cameron, 12:02 pm: When you see this, just know that I loved hanging out with you yesterday.
Cameron, 12:06 pm: It was actually the best day of this month for me. I was pretty bored. We should hang out more.
Cameron, 12:11 pm: So, hey, we're having a barbecue in my house Saturday. You wanna come? *pouts*.
Cameron, 12:12 pm: Not to brag or anything, but I make a delicious pasta. My dad's Italian and he taught me how to make it. Lol, my little brother is here bugging me.
Cameron, 12:13 pm: My family just shoved two French fries on both his nostrils. Now I understand why that lady in his school called him "special" for a reason.
Cameron, 12:16: Steph, are you actually still sleeping? You're such a sleepy head if you are, lol.
Cameron, 12:26 pm: Okay, Stephanie. I'm really getting worried. If you don't answer me, I'll buy some ice cream and go to your house, even if I have to drive for twenty minutes. You're worth it.
I couldn't help but let a smile escape away from my lips as soon as I saw them.