Tell Me You Love Me.

Cameron,16, is a young girl, beautiful, smart, amazing, she just doesn't know it. She's been bullied, beaten, broken. And the result, low self-esteem, modest, shy, insecure. When a boy comes along, will he be able to boost her confidence, make her know she's beautiful and love her, or will he just be another boy to fall for, then break her heart? She's been hurt before, she's lost all hope, will he change all of this? All she wants is for him to Tell Her He Loves Her...


4. Awr.

Suddenly it was 10:06. What?! Where did those three hours go?!

"Oh Bry, I've got to go. Dad said I had to get back by 10:30."

"Aw no, okay. Guess I'll be going too then." She replied sadly, battering her eyelashes and giving me the puppy dog face.

"Haha, sorry but that's not going to work this time." I joked patting the side of her face. I turned and we both went our different directions.

"Byee Cam, see you on Monday!"

"Byeee!" I shouted back.

I was halfway home when I heard footsteps running from behind me. I started getting really nervous and started shaking.

"BOO!" I-S-C-R-E-A-M-E-D. Like SCREAMED! I tripped over from shock. I heard a baby crying from the house beside me and they had turned the lights on. Whoops.

"Oh Lord, Cameron, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I- are you okay?" It was Fraser. He scared the hell out of me, but somehow, just because it was him, I didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah I'm fine, don't worry about it!" I replied, laughing of the pain of my bruised backside.

"Are you sure?!" He asked, looking worried. He held out his hand for me.

"Yes I'm fine!" I grabbed his hand and smiled, he smiled back. He pulled me up and I brushed all the dead leaves off me. "So, where did you come from?" I asked trying to start conversation.

"I asked Josh where you were and he said he saw you leave about ten minutes ago, so I decided to come find you." He said smiling.

"How did you know where I live?" I asked smirking.

"I-" he started, holding his breath.

"Josh?" I answered for him.

"Uh, yeah!" He chuckled, letting his breath out deeply.

We both giggled. "Thought so," I said smiling, just happy that he left just to come find me.

"I love your accent!" I blurted out suddenly, feeling awkward.

"Haha, why thank you!" He laughed.

"Sorry, I bet you think I'm really creepy now, sorry. It's just, I have a thing for British accents.." I expained going red. Luckily you couldn't see because it was pitch black.

"Haha, okay," He replied, I don't think he seemed to mind to be honest. "So, what are you listening to?"

I got confused for a minute, then realised I had my headphones in. "Oh, nothing actually haha. I turned off me music when I heard you running after me, I thought you were some kind of murderer!"

"Aw sorry, ahah, I didn't try to scare you. So what were you listening to?"

"Panic! At The Disco!" I replied.

"I LOVE them!" He said excited.

"Mee too, aha!" We both giggled and I looked at the ground. "This is my house," I pointed to a small white cottage type house across the road.

"Oh okay, I guess I'll be seeing you around then?" He said shyly.

"Yeah!" and I smiled at him. He smiled back. I walked inside and shut the door, I looked out the window and saw Fraser walking the opposite direction we were walking.

"Fraser?!" I called out the window.

"Yes?" He said turning around.

"Where are you going?"


"Why did you come this way then?" I asked confused.

"Because you did." He smiled then walked away.



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