by Jack Parker
I sighed, looking at Camdon. "That was probably a good thing." He smiled, offering something positive, even though all I could think of was how nicely things were ending up, and how as much as he claimed that the phone ringing was a good thing, his actions spoke otherwise, as he continued to connect his lips with my skin.
"Hi, Anna." I said quietly into the phone.
"That's Anna?" Camdon asked, surprise in his voice. "Is she really your aunt?" His question was mere curiosity, nothing resentful behind it. It made me happy, then scared as I thought of what was ahead for me to tell him, he obviously was not the best at handling new information.
"No," I kissed him softly, "She was assigned to protect me." I put the phone back up to my ear, "What's up?"
"Just making sure you got Dylan and Marcus okay," Her bubbly voice rang out.
"Yeah I did. They're doing well. They miss you." I told her. "You sound really happy. You and Patrick get it on?" Camdon snorted at my words, knowing all to well my intrusive attitude. His head was next to my stomach and was kissing it, sucking and biting at the skin.
My free hand was in his hair, clutching it, letting him know to keep going. "Heidi." Anna's voice was embarrassed.
"I saw you guys go to…" I suppressed a moan, and Camdon kissed down my stomach, "I mean, I saw you guys come to work together." I took my hand out of Camdon's hair and put it over my mouth, to cover my heavy breaths. He ran his tongue over the skin above my panty line and I had to pull the phone away so Anna wouldn't be able to hear me.
"What?" I asked, into the phone, holding my breath, so she wouldn't know I was panting.
"I was calling to let you know that our lawyers are in contact with Mickey, trying to make out a deal, so we can finally end this thing." I blinked a couple times, trying to concentrate on Anna's words, but it was hard, when all I could feel were Camdon's fingers, and tongue, pulling my underwear off.
"That's great." I said, my voice excited for an entirely different reason. Camdon laughed against my skin. He kissed the inside of my thigh, his mouth moving over the tender skin. He kissed from the middle of the inside of my thigh, up. Running his tongue along my edge. "Ohhh my god."
"What?" Anna asked.
"Nothing. I'm just super tired." I quickly spat out, "Can I call you tomorrow?" I asked. I barely waited for her answer before throwing the phone across the room. My hips unintentionally moved. Camdon looked up at me, smiling.
"I need you to be quiet, okay?" He asked me, I nodded, I was pretty sure I would agree to anything he would have to say at this point. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the rest of our night.
Chapter 20
I woke up with Camdon's arms around me, and I snuggled a little bit closer to him. He grumbled in his sleep, adjusting his arm around me, and I couldn't help but smile wide.
This is how it should be between us. I should wake up like this every morning, and then panic and sneak out back into my room before any of our parents came in. I sighed sadly at the thought, knowing that would never happen, and wondering where we would go from now.
As if on cue, my phone vibrated violently against the floor, still where I threw it last night. I squirmed out of Camdon's arms and picked it up so it wouldn't wake him. It was a text from Tom.
Make sure you ask your friends how Camdon is doing! Thx-Tom
I almost passed out then and there, deleting it quickly, even though I knew Camdon was still fast asleep. I curled up beside him again, about to fall back asleep, when I heard someone stumble throughout the hall, and start wrenching loudly.
"Gross." I sighed. I gave Camdon a kiss, before getting up and slipping on a t-shirt and sweats. "You are nasty." I told Dylan, as I watched him hurl one more time into the bathroom sink. "The toilet is that way." I put up the seat for him and he just moved over to the floor, sitting besides it, waiting for the next wave to hit him. "Hold on, I'll be right back." I went and got a glass of water and some advil, and came back to sit beside him.
I rubbed his back as he threw up into the toilet one more time. "You finished?" I asked.
"I think so." He rinsed out his mouth and took a sip of the water. "How much did I drink?"
I giggled. "Um. Not much."
"No way." He glared at me.
"Yes way. Try like, five shots worth." I smiled
"That's not a lot?" He asked, frowning.
"Not really. Especially not for a guy who's probably six foot."
"Yeah but my legs are the size of that toothbrush." Dylan leaned against the wall. I laughed at him, giving him another advil. "How are things with Camdon?" He asked.
I sighed. "Better, for now."
"What does that mean?" Dylan raised an eyebrow at me.
I shook my head, "I just… have to talk to him about something and I'm totally dreading it. I don't know. Things are so great now, I don't want to ruin it. But I have to talk to him."
"About?"
I squirmed a little bit. "It's complicated… I'll tell you all about it after I tell him."
"You better." Dylan took a sip of his drink. "How's Arizona treating you?"
I shrugged. "It's alright. I really miss you guys. Nothing's the same as it was, not that I was expecting it to be, but still. And I can't wait to graduate already," I shook my head. "Actually, compared to being in Iowa and the way it was before, it sucks."
Dylan gave me a hug, "It sucks without you. Marcus is obsessed with Clarissa and I feel like the only one left not in her fan club." I shuddered and he laughed. "Let's just go to college together. We can make it one more year." His eyes lit up, "Hey! I bet you can spend the summer with us, just tell your mom I'm a girl still."
I laughed. "That could totally work! I would love that. Sounds like a deal to me."
We heard a laugh at the doorway and Dylan and I looked up to see Marcus smacking his knee. "You puked this morning?" He laughed. "Are you serious, man? Learn to hold your liquor!"
I threw a towel at him. "Shut up." I wrapped my arms around Dylan defensively. This only made Marcus make fun of him more, but Dylan was used to it, and stayed next to me, breathing deeply and trying not to throw up.
Marcus poked his head out of the bathroom and looked down the hallway. "Hey," He asked, coming back into the bathroom, his mouth in a full grin, "Did Camdon sleep with you last night?"
Dylan rolled his eyes and I gave Marcus a blank stare. "So?" My voice was defensive.
"Just wondering." He said, still smiling. He waited for a moment before bolting out the door towards my bedroom.
"Don't wake him up!" I hissed.
"Why? Pretty tired from last night's activities?" Marcus smirked, pausing at the entrance of the door.
"Please Marcus! Leave him alone, he's sleeping."
Marcus slowly backed up in to the room, picking up Camdon's shirts and shorts that were discarded on the floor, "Nice."
"I hate you." I told him. "Do not wake him up."
Marcus's eyes swept over the room, assessing the scene. "I'm not going to." He left the room as slowly as he crept in and disappeared into the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" I asked, "What are you going to do?" I was about to follow him when I heard Dylan start puking again. I sighed and went back to help my friend. A couple moments later I heard Camdon yell, "SHIT!" There was a loud thud, and then a, "What are you DOING?" He yelled again.
I rushed into the room and Marcus was rolling on the floor laughing, "Just giving him a cold shower Heidi, no need to stress out."
Camdon stood on the floor completely drenched in water. "Ohhhhh." I cooed, coming over to him. "I'm so sorry. I tried to stop him but Dylan was throwing up, and I thought he wasn't going to do anything-"
Camdon's face immediately relaxed once he saw me. "It's okay." He smiled. His arms were out to his sides, water dripping off of them. I stepped closer to him and hugged him, even though he was soaking wet and only in boxers.
He kissed the top of my head, and wrapped his arms around me. "I hated waking up without you next to me."
He whispered in my ear.
"You guys are sick." Marcus said in disgust.
"Hey!" I told him. "You got my floor all wet!"
"The sun will dry it." He walked out of the room, moving back towards the bathroom.
I looked back up at Camdon, who was staring at me. "What?" I asked, smiling.
"Nothing." He said, bending down to kiss me. I sighed into his mouth, standing on my tippy toes to deepen our kiss. My tongue grazed his bottom lip and he opened his mouth, letting our tongues touch. He put me on the bed again, and I easily matched the pace of his kisses.
"Where did you go this morning?" He asked against my lips. His hands were holding onto my hips, before caressing the inside of my thigh.
"Um…" I struggled to find words again and Camdon kissed me harder, his hands moving faster. I didn't want Dylan or Marcus to walk in on us so I squirmed away. "You're so distracting." I couldn't help but blush.
He laughed. "I just missed you." He gave me a quick kiss. Oh what I wouldn't give to spend all day in bed with this kid.
"Mmhm. Sure." I smiled, pulling him out of bed with me. "Dylan's pretty sick. I think he might have started throwing up again."
"Is that where you went?" He asked,
"Yeah." I sighed. "I felt so bad for him."
Camdon slipped on some swimming trunks, but left his shirt off, grinning as he noticed me looking at him. I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom. "Are you done yet?" I teasingly asked Dylan, who was brushing his teeth.
"Are you?" He shot back, and I gave him a triumphant smile.
"Where's Marcus?" Camdon asked, "I think I'm going to go punch him in the face now." Dylan gestured towards the kitchen, "Thanks," He said, and bent down to kiss my cheek. I watched him go.
"He's so cute." I sighed.
"Stop." Dylan rolled his eyes. "You need more friends that are girls."
"I have friends that are girls. And they are annoying. And pretentious." I crossed my arms over my chest.
"When are you going to talk to him about that thing?"
I banged my head against the wall. "Today. It has to be today. If I don't tell him soon I never will."
"How mad do you think he will be?" Dylan asked.
I shook my head. "I don't know. I have no idea how he will react. It scares me." I looked at Dylan, "I don't think I can loose him again."
"Marcus and I can give you guys some more time, don't worry about it. We're happy just hanging out at the beach. We'll get to see you all summer." He nudged my shoulder.
"Thank you," I gushed. "I'm so, so nervous."
"What is it?" He asked, "I won't say anything to anybody, I swear."
"It was an accident, I didn't really realized what I was doing-" Dylan just watched me worriedly. "I," I looked at him, "I found Camdon's father." I said very quietly.
Dylan's mouth dropped open, "Where? How does that even happen?"
I shook my head, "I have no idea. It has to be the weirdest coincidence in the world. He lives here, and I ran into him… and just... I messed everything up. I was so mad at him. And now he wants to meet Camdon, and then, Camdon showed up here." I shook my head, "Oh no, no, no."
Dylan looked at me, "You need to tell him."
"I know!" I sighed, "I'm going to."
"Does his dad know he's here?" Dylan asked; I shook my head. Camdon reappeared in the hallway.
"Hey there," He wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my shoulder, kissing my cheek. I looked at Dylan in desperation.
"Marcus told me he wanted to look for a present for Clarissa and I need to find some for my sisters." Dylan wiped his mouth with a towel. "I think we're gonna head out."
"Want us to come with?" Camdon turned and asked.
"Nah, you guys go to the beach or something." Dylan kept his cool, but quickly left the room.
Camdon shrugged, "Okay. That sounds good to me." Camdon turned and kissed me before I broke away.
"Camdon." I said his name. He must have picked up on the tone of my voice.
"What's up?" He frowned.
I watched over his shoulder as Dylan dragged Marcus out of the room. I took his hand and led him back to the chair we were in yesterday. I sat in his lap and leaned against him, tucking my head under the crook of his neck.
I could feel the tension in his muscles ease up, him thinking that we were just snuggling up together, but me knowing I was making sure he wouldn't be able to get away from me. I gently moved his face towards mine, so we were facing each other. He smiled sweetly, and I let him have the couple moments of bliss before I changed his world forever.
"I love you." He told me.
I could have started crying. Of course he would tell me that. "I love you too. I really do." I wanted to forget about it, but I couldn't. "Camdon, if I tell you something, will you promise to just listen to me?"
"Sure." He frowned.
I grabbed his hand tightly. "I'm not really sure how to tell you this…" I let my thoughts run through my head, how trying to best tell him. "I did something I shouldn't have, I should have told you the minute I saw you, but I couldn't," I started to get choked up but stopped myself. "But everything was going so well, I couldn't do it."
Camdon looked at me sadly, "You slept with Ian didn't you?"
I froze momentarily. "No." I couldn't help but laugh. "No, nothing like that." I took his face in my hands. "I love you way to much. Kissing him was practically a chore." To reassure him, I kissed him, "Nothing like the way it is with you." He broke out in a smile and pulled me closer to him.
"Okay." He grinned. "Keep going."
I looked down at our intertwined hands, "I came to San Diego, and the first day I went down to the beach. I ran into a group of people, but I didn't, well I wasn't really paying a lot of attention, so I didn't notice this guy-"
"Another guy? Seriously?" Camdon groaned.
"Stop it. It's not anything like that." I gave him a serious stare. "Like I was saying. I saw this guy, and he seemed really familiar, but I couldn't place where I saw him." I looked down at our hands again, "I saw him the next day, walking around the boardwalk, and it was really starting to bother me. There was something about him that was so familiar, and I couldn't figure it out, so when I saw him that night, I was kind of an idiot, and stepped in front of him on purpose so he would knock into me." I didn't know what Camdon's reaction was, because I couldn't look up at him. "And when he went to help me up, I noticed his eyes…" I couldn't help but look up at Camdon. "He had your eyes."
Camdon looked confused, as if he didn't quite get it. "I-I kind of yelled at him, calling him out on it, once I realized why he looked so familiar, and who he was. It was impossible, not to know who he was…" My voice trailed off. "You guys were so similar…" But Camdon's face was unreadable.
"It was your dad." I whispered.
"You found my father." Camdon said.
I put my hands over my face; I couldn't bear to look at him. "I'm sorry." I mumbled. "I'm so, so, sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't even realize what would happen," Camdon pulled my hands away from my face.
"You found my father?" His eyes searched mine desperately.
I gulped, and nodded slowly.
"How? How do you know it's my father?" He demanded.
"He has your eyes… and I kind of yelled at him. Told him that he was a bastard who abandoned his girlfriend. And I could tell by the way he reacted, and when he denied it, I asked if was from Franklin, Iowa, and he kind of," I shrunk under Camdon's gaze, "He kind of freaked out." I whispered.
"What do you mean, freaked out?", Camdon's voice sounded cross.
"He flipped. I didn't know how much he knew, but I didn't say anything at first, I swear, he just started asking me all these questions, he didn't even know your name." I whispered.
Camdon dropped my hands and fell back against the couch. I stayed still for a moment, before I kissed the back of his hand. "Please Camdon, I don't think I can take loosing you again. I really am sorry I started this
whole mess."
"I'm not mad at you." He said softly. Relief flooded my body, "You're not?" I smiled. He shook his head, staring at me. "No, I'm mad at him."
I sighed. "Don't be mad at him."
"What?" Camdon's voice came out deadly.
"No, no," I sighed, snuggling against him to try and make him less upset, "That's not what I meant, be mad at him, for sure, but at least meet with him,"
"How do you know he even wants to? He didn't my whole life." Camdon scoffed.
"Yes he did. Trust me, he hasn't left me alone since I found him." I grumbled.
"What do you mean? He hasn't left you alone?" Camdon's voice sounded angry. I closed my eyes. "Heidi?" He pulled me away from him to look at me.
"Imagine if you found somebody who knows your kid, someone you haven't ever seen. All he does is come by this place; he won't leave it alone. He wants to see you."
"He knows where we are?" His eyes widened.
"He doesn't know you're here."
"So what's going to stop him from walking through this door right now?"
I shook my head, "I told him he wasn't allowed to come by while Marcus and Dylan are here. They would recognize him for sure."
Camdon closed his eyes, rubbing his temple. "I can't believe this." He grumbled. "I just can't believe this is actually happening." I was silent. There was nothing you could say to someone who just found out his father was only minutes from him. "I don't know if I want to see him." He confessed.
"What are you feeling?" I asked him.
"I don't know. He's nothing to me." Camdon frowned, "Apart of me wants to know why he deserted me, deserted my mom. But the other part doesn't care, at all. He's just biological. I never knew him. He could have died and it wouldn't have affected me."
"Don't say that." I whispered.
"It's true. I guess, now that I know he's around, I'm curious. But I don't know if it will help anything, by meeting him. It will probably only hurt my mom. And I don't want to do that."
"Let me know if I can do anything." I offered, not knowing what else to say.
"Just stay here with me?"
"Okay." I snuggled up against him, "I can do that."
