Cameron's P.O.V.

While we were watching Central Intelligence Cleo started crying. I didn't know what to do so I just hugged her. I'm terrible when it comes to someone crying, no matter who it is. I would be terrible when it comes to a baby crying, but I would like to think I would be an amazing dad. Why am I talking about being a dad when Cleo is crying?! Ugh!

"I mean why come back now right? Why didn't he just come to me when I needed him? When my life was fucked up. When I didn't know.....w-what to do. Too bad I didn't know where he lived and I couldn't go and knock some sense into him." She said through her sobs.

I stayed quiet but I nodded at everything she said. I don't want to ignore her at a time where she doesn't even know how to talk. Her face was puffy and soaked. Her beautiful eyes were bloodshot and eyelashes were wet. When you cry it gets wet. I don't know what to do right now and I'm mentally freaking out.

"Do you want to talk about?" I asked her hoping she'll say yes because maybe she can let it all out by telling someone, it doesn't have to be me but someone she trusts. I hope she can trust me enough to tell me everything.

"No, not today. Not ever, it's too embarrassing and heartbreaking." She says.

I wish she could hold me like a girl holding a teddy bear that she doesn't want to share. I wish she could cry in my arms and tell me how much she is happy when I'm with her. I wish she can tell me what is making her this upset and I wish she can like me enough to tell me that she doesn't want this that is happening to get in between us, though this isn't much to her it's more than being in bed with her trying to calm her down from all her sobs and anger that is flowing through her fragile body, it's almost my future. I don't want to see her so angry nor do I want her crying.

I don't want to say all this and regret it later, which is why I'll try everything I can to make her happy and make sure that this doesn't make her so depressed for any time long.

"I'm sorry that you have to be here with me and my wreck ways. I don't want you to go back home exhausted because of me or tired. It's anyways... almost time for Mackenzie to get here, so if you want. You can leave when she gets here." Cleo says when she sits up straight and faces me.

"Stop apologizing about that." She has been apologizing non-stop and I don't like it because she thinks I'm being forced to stat here with her. "I care about any good person I come across and you are one of them. You good and amazing and seeing you cry and so depressed isn't something I plan on seeing next time." I said cupping her cheek and caressing it with my thumb.

She smiles, that heartwarming smile I adore so fucking much. "Thank you for being here for me. You're too good for me." She stopped crying and her face is so puffy she looks like a chubby baby. God, she's beautiful.

"I'm just right for you. If you ever want to talk about it, just let me know okay? You can let all your anger out on me." I place a small kiss on her forehead.

I look deep into her eyes and I swear I saw her beautiful soul. She's so goddamn beautiful, I just don't know who can make her this sad and depressed. She's not worth such a bad living. She deserves much more than sitting on her bed crying her eyeballs out. I lean in closer.

Her lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can't seem to...In this minty moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight. "Cameron" she whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savour them. I smile, my heart fluttering at her voice as I clasp my hands on either side of her face. Never before has my name ever felt so wonderful a one, I think, as I lean in for another.

Cleo's P.O.V.

His kiss is not at all the same as those movie stars, but one steeped in a passion that ignites. It is the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all. And with it, he tells me that he is awake, connected within, that he embraces himself rather than hide as a copy of those romantic idols.

I pull away and a smile makes its way to my lips but quickly vanishes. I bury my head under his arm not looking at him. Depression has a floor, a rock bottom, and finding it is a blessing. When you hit it when it feels as if you should stay down, you find a reason to get up. Perhaps it's your kid you get up for, maybe it's your pet dog, maybe it's just for the sake of finding out what happens tomorrow... but you get up. Then, my friend, it's rinse repeat. At the time it feels as if you have no strength, yet after days uncounted of all this, you are truly stronger than those who still wear the mask. You become hope.

You become a chance to give them heaven even as you walk through a personal hell. Yet since we are both here, in this flame pit others are oblivious to, perhaps we can become a heaven for each other. The road to hell is comfort and self-confidence - the road to heaven is lashings of pain. Maybe we'll be the ones who get there first. Maybe we'll be the ones with a little piece of true happiness, the ones with a love that can light up the world. Finding a love such as this isn't the reason I agreed to go to hell, I did it because I'm a weirdo freak who wanted to save creation, humanity too, but I asked for love if it was possible. So walk these fiery coals with pride. You're the only one who dared show up to join me. I love you for it. I always will. Of that, you can be sure.

I felt dead inside. My tongue felt dry. My throat felt as if someone thrust a handful of itching powder inside. My eyes were scruffy. Mackenzie is back and she bursts through my bedroom door. I flinch and sit up straight to look at my best friend. A best friend I never had before.

"Hey, guys. It's getting kind of late so if you can get some rest that would be amazing." Mackenzie tells me and he gazes lands on Cameron. "You can leave if you want. I mean I'm here if you need to go back home."

"I'm okay, I'll stay.' He says, looking at me with a smile.

"I'll be okay. You can leave. And didn't you have a party to go to?" I ask raising my brow.

He just smiles. "Are you sure you'll be okay?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Will I see you t-tomorrow?" I stutter a little.

"Of course you will."

After we said our goodbyes and he kissed my cheek he left and I felt lonely, but Mackenzie is here and I hope she can give me the same amount of energy Cameron did.

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