Is It Love?

Hi. My name is Stefanie and I'm 16 years old. A trip to an event named Magcon changed my life. You're probably thinking, "Yeah yeah.. Read a story like this before. She meets Nash Grier. Blah blah blah, they fall in love." This story is a little out of the ordinary. Read now to find out the big question. Is it love?


19. Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Well, I "accidentally" punched a blonde. She deserved it though. Nash was driving me home and he looked kinda mad. I really missed my friends from school (if they didn't become assholes and tried to ruin me.) I remembered all of the taunting and teasing. The name calling. I was about to cry, but I can't show that. Or at least until I get home. Nash drove into my driveway. "You know you didn't have to punch her..." Nash said. I kissed him on the cheek. "I know, but I couldn't resist." I whispered in his ear. I closed the car door. I unlocked the house door and walked inside. I saw that a note was taped to the refrigerator that said "I'm not going to be home for a while because I'm going on a business trip with Greg. I'll be back soon! Love you! Love, Mom." Great. Now my mom won't be home because apparently her business trips with Greg is more important than her daughter. I took the note and ripped it. "Do you hate your mom?" I screamed at the voice. I started to panic. Someone's in my FUCKING HOUSE! It was dark so I couldn't see who it was. I ran toward the light switch and turned it on. I saw Cameron standing there. "What the hell are you doing here?!?" I yelled. He looked at me like I was crazy. "What? I just broke into your house. So?" He said calmly. Does he have mental problems? He's defiantly a creep. He was staring at me. "What? Would you like some water or something? Stop staring at me! Geez!" I yelled at him. He looked away from me. I was pissed at him. Why wouldn't I be? He broke into my house and I'm pretty sure he follows me wherever I go. "I already took some water, but thank you though. Could I just stay for a little bit. Please. Just please let me stay." He begged. He looked like he really wanted to stay here for a while. I nodded. I don't see why not... We sat on the couch in awkward way. I was literally sitting there, straight. "Are you obsessed with me?" I quickly blurted. He looked at me. For the first time, I noticed his eyes weren't filled with happiness and joy like they usually are. They were filled with dread and sadness. "You make me happy Stefanie. You're the only thing that makes me happy. Things are rough at home for me. I feel that whenever I see you, my world lights up, but you're already taken..." He said. He looked like he was about to cry. I stared at him, wide-eyed. Tears started filling my eyes. That's the saddest/happiest thing I've ever heard. I quickly wiped the tears away. "I-I-I am sorry..." I said. He looked at me and started crying. I gave him a hug. "Don't cry Cameron. Everything is going to be okay." I said. His tears got all over my shirt, but I didn't seem to mind. I turned the tv on because I thought it would calm him down a little. I got up and got him some chips. Food always makes me feel better. "Here. These will make you feel way better. Trust me." I said while laughing a little. He laughed. I gave them to him and he ate a couple. He put it on the table and told me to sit by him. I went and sat next to him. Next thing you know, his lips are on mine. The thing is, I felt passion. Not pressure or terror. Uh oh.

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