Chapter Thirty-Five:
Chimichanga!
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"You've got to be kidding me." I mumbled to myself as soon as we stepped inside the room. When we flipped the light on, fear shot through my spine. Maybe it was more of annoyance...
Either way, this was not good news.
There was one single bed in this hotel room. The person at the front desk never told me it would be this small. I assumed that there would at least be two beds.
"I'll sleep on the floor." Cameron automatically said. He slid past me and into the room. He was clearly pooped.
I had a moment with myself. I could either be a mean ex-girlfriend or the kind that is still nice to you and wants to be best friends. I chose the middle option. To be both.
I didn't get a word out before Cameron started stripping in front of me. I couldn't help but stare, even though I've seen him shirtless a million times. Shaking my head clear, my eyes dropped and I knew I was tired.
Once I got out of my pants, I pulled on a pair of soft shorts and left my t-shirt on. Cameron was grabbing towels and some extra pillows out of the small closet that we had. I sighed, knowing what I was about to do.
"Cam, just get up here." I told him, too tired to care. I could freak out later. Right now I think we both needed our beauty sleep.
He was hesitant at first, but eventually gave in and crawled under the covers beside of me. There was an inch of space between us since the bed was so tiny and both of us were on the edges of the bed.
I rolled over so that I was laying on my arm and facing him, bracing myself for what I was about to say.
"I'm sorry I've been such a brat lately." I whispered. The room was pitch dark except for the moonlight shining in through the window behind me. Cameron's face lit up from the light when he turned to me. I could tell he was tired, maybe he wouldn't remember this in the morning.
"It's okay. I deserved it." His words were slurred from sleepiness but I knew he meant them.
"Maybe just a little. But I shouldn't be so mean to you." I told him back. He had a lazy smile on his face, eyes closed, and he turned to face me before he cracked his eyes open just a slit.
"Yeah, maybe just a little." He chuckled sleepily. I smiled at him, missing this so much. Even though we just broke up barely two days ago, it felt like a lifetime.
I reached my hand up to run my fingers through his thick hair. He seemed to be sleeping, but he opened his one eye just a little to stare at me. I dropped my hand down to his face; remembering all his features from his long eyelashes to his nose, to his lips. Oh those lips.
I think I still lived the boy. A year slipped from my eye. I didn't bother to wipe it away. It was dark, he wouldn't see me.
Without a second thought, I reached under his pillow where his one hand was and laced our fingers together.
I finally fell asleep, with Cameron on my mind.
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When morning came, I was the first to wake up. Cameron was sleeping silently beside me, taking up most of the bed. At one point last night I found myself tangled together with Cameron. I didn't move because he'd wake up and it would be awkward. Plus, I missed it. Already, I'm missing how we used to be. Never angry at each other.
Sitting with my arms wrapped around my knees, I had plenty of time to think since I woke up at seven and we needed to leave at nine.
I had decided that I can't do this. No matter how much I love the boy sleeping next to me, I can't make him think I still love him when he doesn't want to be anything other than friends. Maybe if one day I came back to our hometown, then we could get back together. But not right now. I'll spare us both the pain.
When eight o'clock rolled around, I didn't even have to wake Cameron up. He turned his head toward me, who was sitting in the same position since I woke up, and opened his eyes. He still looked pretty tired to me.
"Hey," he blinked his eyes as if to see if he was dreaming or not, "how long have you been awake?" I turned to him with an emotionless face.
"Not too long," I lied. I could lay back down and take a nice nap if I wanted to. I'm sure Cameron wouldn't mind.
"Okay. You wanna get your shower first?" He asked as he sat up in bed, revealing his bare chest. I left my empty gaze on the end of the bed while I nodded.
I walked straight to the bathroom, too ready to get the warm water on my tired skin.
After washing up, I wrapped a towel around my body and stood in front of the mirror. Then I realized that I didn't have any clothes to put on. Frustrated with my tired brain, I put the towel around my body even tighter to make sure nothing was showing.
"Um, forgot my clothes..." I mumbled to Cameron when he looked at me with wide eyes. I felt warm blush ram using from my neck to my cheeks.
After running back in the bathroom with my clothes in hand, I slipped them in a brushed my hair out. Cameron took a shower next, and then we ordered breakfast up to our room. It was short and awkwardly silent.
"Ready to go?" He asked me once we were both dressed and ready.
"Yeah." I answered with no emotion to my voice. I was eager to get to my new home to see my parents for the first time in what seemed like years. And Matt! Oh, Matt...
I followed behind Cameron as we made our way to the elevator. No one was in the halls of the hotel so it was quiet. And everything was quiet between Cameron and I.
We stepped into the elevator and Cameron pressed the number one to get us down to the lobby. The closer we got to Cameron's truck, the closer we got to my mom and dad and baby brother.
My sky high hopes fell to the ground, six feet under, when the elevator stopped. The lights went out for a second but then came right back on. That didn't make it better when the elevator jerked to a stop.
"What's wrong? Cameron?" I rambled in a panic. This cannot be happening...
But it was. Using his cell phone, Cameron called down to the front desk to have them come get us out of this elevator. I've never been stuck in one before, but I've also never had a panic attack before. There's a first time for everything.
"Calm down, they're working on it right now." Cameron told me. I slid down the wall of the elevator and sighed heavily. This seriously sucked.
"I just want to get home, Cam... away from this elevator, away from this hotel..." Away from you...
"I'll sing to that off your mind." He grinned at me. My eyes widened and I tried I say no but it was too late. He started singing wrecking ball in a loud, obnoxious, high-pitched, girly voice. If I didn't t need hearing aids before, I definitely needed them now.
I couldn't help but laugh at least a little bit. Cameron made a horrible situation into a good one just like always. How was I supposed to stop loving him if he kept feeling me back in like this?
Finally, I started to sing along. Except this time I sang Dark Horse by Katy Perry. While I sang the chorus and everything that Katy sang, Cameron came in on the rapping parts. At one point I laughed through my parts to sing because it was just a ridiculous situation we were in.
Here we are, sitting in an elevator singing to each other in our worst possible voices at the top of our lungs.
I feel bad for the people outside the elevator who can hear us.
Cameron stood up and held a hand out for me to take. Me being stuck in a far-away happy yet delusional place, I took his hand and we laced them together.
As we danced in a every which way, I giggled and laughed as Cameron did the same. No, not just slow dancing, but we were doing the salsa. If that dance looked something like someone having a seizure, then we were dancing right.
"Are we doing the Chimichanga?" Cameron asked me, his tooth paste breath fanning my face. I let out a loud laugh as he said that and he had to hold me up so I wouldn't fall over laughing.
"No!" I said once so could catch a breath. "Chimichanga is a food!"
We both had a pretty good laugh at his silly mistake.
When the doors to the elevator opened, I had a weird feeling inside me that didn't want to go away. I thought it would feel better after we got outside and I wasn't so close to him, but that didn't seem to help.
We walked along the sidewalk on our way to the garage when Cameron was suddenly beside me. I wasn't walking fast, but I ended up in front of him some how.
"You okay?" Cameron asked me. I looked down at the sidewalk and thought, am I okay?
"Yeah." I answered softly.
He sudden grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers together. Our hands fit just right, like a puzzle piece to another.
The feeling was back and it didn't go unnoticeable. It made me feel like crying. I slid my hand out of Cameron's and held my hand to my chest while keeping my face turned the opposite way of Cameron's. I had a feeling that maybe it was just my heart breaking. I would have to leave him behind.
But which was more important? My family or my first love?
"Sophia?" He asked me, shaking me from my thoughts. This time I turned to him.
"Why, Cameron?" I asked him with absolutely no trace of sadness in my voice even though I had a few stray tears sliding down my cheeks. With a small smile on his face, he lifted his hand and wiped the tears away with his thumb.
"Why what?"
"Why are you doing this to me? I thought we broke up for a reason? Why do you act like we didn't?" It all came out like a rush, but I was sure he understood by the way his face fell. His hand dropped down to my waist and then he found my hand, holding it in his like it was about to fall off.
"I-" He started but was interrupted by a distant voice. Then I saw Paul jogging toward us waving his hand in the air like a crazy man. Biting his bottom lip, Cameron let go of my hand and turned towards the man count toward us.
"You're Cameron right?" He asked Cameron. He nodded his head at Paul and waited for him to continue.
"Your tuck is done. I saw you and thought I should come tell you so you didn't pass the shop. Here's your keys." He dangled the keys in midair until Cameron out his hand underneath of them. He dropped them and nodded to Cameron before walking back to the garage.
"Thanks!" Cameron called after him. He waved over his shoulder as if to tell us you're welcome.
I didn't even give Cameron time to finish telling me what he wanted to say before I started walking quickly to the truck. I was so happy to finally be closer to seeing my family. I couldn't wait to see them again.
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So the book is coming to an end guys!
Song is If These Sheets Were States by All Time Low, my all time favorite band!
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