SHAYLA'S P.O.V
I kept tapping on the doorbell furiously. A curious Caira snatched open the door, appearing at the doorway. I grunted and barged inside her house.
"Ugh, I swear to God, Zeke is the worst. He just wouldn't stop taunting me, telling me how I will always be alone again now that dear Cameron, my lover boy, is away now. Like jeez, why doesn't he die already? Isn't he like over fifty? He definitely should die." I made my way into her living room, barging on the nearest ottoman and grumbled. She gave me an amused glance.
"Well hello to you too
CAMERON'S P.O.V"Good job guys, good job Cameron. Excellent vocals, really," Avery, my co-songwriter and co-producer called out. I flashed him a thumbs up, grinning."Really, you think that?""Yeah," He said. "Mumbai Blues has a very track three-y feeling, I just… you know… feel it in my blood."That stateme
THREAD : CAMERON IS WHIPPED AND SO IS DOMINIC, BUT IN TOTALLY DIFFERENT WAYS@cammmmonGUYS GUYS THIS IS
SHAYLA'S P.O.VAll my memories were on fire, on literal fire,
SHAYLA'S P.O.VCameron returned the next day. And then the next. And the next too. And the next as well.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VI did not
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Are you sure this shade looks good on me? Maybe I should have gone for a lighter shade – hm, maybe tomato red," I mumbled as Caira glared at me, or more specifically, her reflection glared at me.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VMy OMG-I-KISSED-CAM fever was, like most of the things, popping up in my head, over & over again – due to my overthinking trait, which was
SHAYLA'S P.O.V Dinner seemed like a nightmare now. After Bryan had hardly controlled himself from bursting out into tears – a sad cloud had me enveloped, a heavy feeling on my chest.