Wednesday.
Day 6.
Issa.
Cam and I were up until almost 5 in the morning playing games, talking and just enjoying eachothers company like we were already best friends. We even managed to jam some studying in. But mostly games.
I was the one who suggested us going to bed eventually, which only made Cam laugh at me. Apparently being up that late at night was his normal schedule. The life of a streamer, I guess.
We both came to the conclusion that I should just sleep in his room for the night. There were just too many obstacles to avoid for me otherwise. One being that if I slept downstairs, then Brooks would most likely take great advantage of that situation, and the other was simply that Lectra was clearly already asleep since it was so late at night, and I wasn't going to bother her. It had come to mind that I could sleep with George since he would most likely also be up, but I ultimately didn't bother suggesting it, since I was still unsure what I had with him.
Cam ended up sleeping on the couch downstairs, which I of course felt bad about. He was such a gentleman last night that my entire stigma about him had vanished completely. I couldn't believe I even disliked him in the first place. He never made any moves, which was good, but frankly, I wasn't even sure he was ever going to be interested like that. I mean, I think George might be more his type.
That is, if everything goes according to the dream, which alot of it has.
After taking what felt like forever to get the strength to get up from Cams way too comfortable bed, I managed to walk over to my bag of clothes and take out what I had packed the day prior. I look down at the fabrics with satisfaction at how accurately fashionable my random picking and choosing had been this time round. This time it was an oversized army green crew neck and a casual pair of black shorts.
It was simple and safe, so I called it good. I put the outfit on then put in a stick of gum, as my breath was less than perfect this morning. I crumple up the wrapping and toss it over into his trash can that was helpfully labeled 'trash' across the side, then I sat back down into bed.
I lay back and grab out my phone, ready to text back anyone who had texted me this morning. I quickly realize it was only 9 in the morning and wonder why, or how, I was even awake right now, but continue into my phone notifications anyway.
Just as I was reading a simple 'hwy girl!' from Lectra, which was obviously a mistype, the door to Cam's room flung open and in strolls George. He ignores looking my direction, not detecting me yet, then walks towards Cam's setup, flailing his arms dramatically as he talks.
"Dude wake up! I've been texting and calling all morning! How are you not-" I lay there on Cam's bed awkwardly smiling at George as he finally realizes who was really in his best friends bed.
He let's out a muffled giggle that's sounds all but amused and asks;
"Uh-what-why are you-?" Just then, straight on cue, running frantically upstairs while shouting loudly, Cam pushes through into the room with me and George.
"George-ope too late." Cam flashes an almost gassy looking smile at the two of us as we all just stared at eachother waiting for someone to speak up.
"What am I looking at right now Cam?" Cam just shrugs and says nothing. The last time I had seen George was when I slept the night, then I ended up ditching him the next morning because of class. I can understand the confusion of seeing me in Cam's bed.
I look into George's eyes and see them go from angry to upset within seconds. Then he states;
"It's fine. You don't need to explain Cam. None of my business." He forces a smile then leaves without another word. I get up from Cam's bed and immediately rush after him, but I'm stopped by Cam grabbing me.
"He'll be fine. Just give him a minute. Probably just embarrassed." All I wanted to do was explain to George that nothing was happening between Cam and I but as I look up at Cam towering over me, I start to feel something different. Like all I wanted to do was listen to Cam. So that's what I did as I stared his figure down.
I hadn't realized really how much taller he was than me, it was almost scary. He was even taller than George. By alot.
I found myself admiring Cam as he asks;
"Is there something going on between you and him? He made it sound like it was nothing when he told me just the other night." I snap out of my hypnosis on Cam noticing what he was saying then huff out a breath of air, feeling like I had just been punched directly in the gut.
Nothing? So that's how George really felt about me. To be fair, we did only kiss. We had such a nice night together though, how could we just be 'nothing'? I straighten myself up and say as calm as I can force;
"Yeah. Nothing's happening." As I say this, Cam's face seems to return back to his normal self.
"Good to know. So how about we get to studying a little today-eh?" He begins elbowing my shoulder, making me feel short again as he almost knocks me over. Immediately making me smile again, forgetting how actually upset I was, I say sarcastically;
"Aw, so we were actually gonna do that?" Acting fast, Cam bends down and picks me up off of the floor then throws me over his shoulders, carrying me downstairs. Flailing and kicking around I laugh out a scream;
"Hey! What the hell Cam! No-don't do that-!" I almost get loose when he begins tickling my sides causing me to lose all the strength I needed to escape his clutch.
"But you don't want to study! So what else am I supposed to do?" Cam laughs maniacally as he continues tearing his fingers away at my ribs, making me cry out in laughter even more.
Nearly actually crying now from how ticklish I was, I shout;
"Okay-okay! I give in. We can study, just put me down Cam!" As if I had just said the magic words, I was being thrown down gently onto the large couch. It was then that I realized we were already down in the living room. Impressed that he made it down so fast while carrying me, I regain composure and look up at him.
I stare up at Cam standing above me smiling like a kid as we breathed hard together. He blows out a puff of air at me then he also wipes sweat off his forehead, so I state at him, offended;
"Oh c'mon! I am not that heavy!" He rolls his eyes at me, debating it, so I add;
"Wimp." His eyes narrow temptingly as he growls;
"We can go again if that's what you want-" He leans down towards me ready to grab me again but I quickly find a pillow and throw it at him hard, causing him to retreat. He then throws up his arms, surrendering.
He finally sits down beside me and opens up a laptop sitting on the coffee table next to him. He slides it over and I sign into my account for my classes. I look up at Cam and see he's watching me type, so I joke;
"Hey, this is private information." I then reach up and cover his eyes with my palm making him giggle a sweet laugh. For maybe a little too long, I stay there looking over his facial features closely. He couldn't see me watching him, so what was the harm in it? After a little while, he finally pipes up;
"Forget your password or something?" Cam says this so suddenly and unexpectedly that it makes me shudder at the sound of his voice. I quickly type everything in and let him see again. Feeling ashamed of how I was feeling about Cam so shortly after what had just gone down with George, I hold back on the obvious flirting I was doing.
What the hell Issa?
"All done." I say this still watching the screen, trying not to watch him instead. All I could manage to do is imagine his golden green eyes piercing me. I hated them, they were the cause of all of this.
"What classes did you need help on. Let's hope it's not math." Cam speaks again and I'm forced to stare at him again, straight into his eyes. I freeze and say nothing. Words can't seem to form.
"That's a joke. I'm joking. Math is ea-sy." All I can think of is how much of a terrible person he was in my dream. Or at least how I thought he was horrible. Now I'm here falling for him. This version was better. We got along so quick and I enjoyed his company so much. But still, the other Cam kept showing up in my mind.
But I still wanted George at the same time. I was so screwed.
I could tell that me not saying anything for a bit was making things awkward, but I still didn't know what to say. Then, saving me from saying anything embarrassing, Cam's phone rings. He rolls his eyes with a smile and answers.
"Yes George?" My heart stalls as I hear his name. I hear multiple 'mhms' from Cam until finally he ends the call, quickly looking in my direction, looking apologetic.
"We're gonna have to hold off on the studying just for a few hours. I forgot George and I were going to stream. We kinda promised and all that."
I didn't want to show it, but I was relieved to be getting some time away from Cam, even if it would only be for a couple hours. He was affecting me hard-core right now, I needed time away, bad. Trying to sound bummed out, I say;
"Aw. No it's totally okay. I'll be fine here." Apparently I sold it a little too well, because what Cam says next makes me wish I hadn't even said anything.
"Hey. How about you come in and watch me stream? You can just sit and watch quietly or something. It'll be a great learning experience for you."
Shit. How was I supposed to lie my way out of this now? I knew I couldn't be around Cam any longer. I was the most terrible liar and the first thing on my mind is never the greatest, so of course what comes out is;
"How about I watch in on George's instead? It would give me a chance to talk to him about this mornings awkwardness." I had to admit, it was a good excuse, but that also meant I would have to see George. A part of me definitely wanted to clear the air with George.
I just needed to stop lying, that's what I was learning.
"Well, if that's what you want to do. We gotta go now though." In an instant Cam was slamming his laptop closed and pulling me up off the couch with him. It felt even faster than when we went downstairs, because in a flash we were upstairs next to George's room.
"Okay you've got this, I have to get things ready in my room. If he has an issue, just blame me. See you later!" Everything seemed to be going by so fast right now because before I knew it, Cam was gone and I was alone in front of George's room.
Beginning to feel awkward just standing there, I hesitantly knock on his door. How did this escalate so quickly? George opens the door and things begin to go back to normal pace, almost slow-motion feeling.
"Oh. Hi." George just stands there inside his room looking unbelievably perplexed as to why I was here at his door. I didn't blame him, I was still bewildered by how I got here too.
"Um. Can I come in?" He looks taken aback by my question but gesters me inside anyway. I walk into the familiar setting and close the door behind me.
"I have to stream. What is it?" George's tone was irritated sounding, which was understandably because of earlier. Great.
"Cam and I thought that-"
"Oh yeah? You wanted to come explain to my what's going on between you two, correct?" I only narrowed my eyes at him. I understood why he was having an attitude, but he was the one who said nothing was going on with us. I wasn't a fan of this side of George. I ignore his tone and spit back;
"Yeah, actually. I do want to explain. If you're done acting like a child. Then I would love to." I couldn't help my temper, he didn't bother asking for the full story. He had turned his back to me with crossed arms until that moment. He turned back around and said;
"Go on. Explain then." I smile knowing I had done nothing wrong and state;
"Cam and I are just friends. He was helping me study. Nothing more." Instantly, his face drops and grows red. Then what follows are nothing but inncoherant mumbling.
"-is that an 'I'm sorry.' I hear?" I'm still smirking triumphantly as he tries to find the words.
"You were in his bed-it just looked-" I put my hand up to stop him from talking then explain;
"He slept downstairs. I know you and I only kissed, but I wouldn't do that. I have some class." Finally George smiled that smile of his and my heart sunk, realizing how he had said he really felt for me. Just 'nothing'.
"Not like that matters. Cam told me how you really feel. You have no right being mad when you don't care about me like that." His face grows small and confused looking then asks;
"What did Cam tell you?"
"Just that I meant nothing to you."
"What." He didn't say this like a question, but more like a statement. More like he was pissed at what I had just told him. Very pissed. Quietly I ask;
"Is that not true?" He laughs then sits down at his computer and starts typing something, shaking his head repeatedly. Why would Cam lie about how George felt? It didn't make sense. Suddenly he stops typing then takes a breath in as if he were realizing something and calmly explains;
"He probably thought that because I technically did say we weren't anything-before anything actually happened between us though." George's face now looked red and embarrassed.
Now that I thought about it, it didn't really make sense for Cam to try and sabotage me and George's relationship. The more time I spent with Cam, the more I became sure that he wasn't interested in me. He would have already made some sort of move otherwise. I mean he literally slept on the couch last night, far far away from me.
I think about what he had just said and ask softly;
"So, you're saying there is something going on between us?" He smiles shyly then shrugs.
"If you'd like that, then yeah." All at once I was flooded with happiness. Me and George back together, like in the dream. I couldn't respond to him at first. I couldn't do anything but smile ear to ear. This whole day has been a lot to take in. This whole week, more like.
George gets up from his chair and paces toward me slowly then asks;
"I'm gonna take that huge smile on your face as a yes then?" He finally approached me close enough to grab my hands then pulled me close. I nod at him vigorously then give in and hug him deeply, taking a breath in of his cologne I was all too familiar with. He hugged me back like he missed our embraces just as much as I did.
As I'm hugging him, out of nowhere, the image of Cam shreds my thoughts. I was finally beginning to feel happy knowing me and George really had something starting. But why was I also upset about the fact that Cam wasn't into me? I had George, I shouldn't feel like this.
I pull away from him, feeling frustrated with myself but quickly snap out of it. I regain my composure and ask;
"So do you wanna know the real reason I'm here?" He simply nods so I continue;
"It's a long story but I was gonna watch you stream so I could-" George interrupts me from finishing my sentence. He then dashes away from me and jumps into his chair and announces over to me;
"Crap, I have to stream! Yeah go ahead and observe. Try to be quiet though, please!" Without another word, George had his headset on and was opening his game.
I giggled at his concentrated face, then sit myself down on his bed. I made myself at home then opened my phone so I could watch along more accurately. George turned around once more to glance at me and smiled quickly, making my stomach tingle. Then he turned back around.
Not wasting anymore time, he turns on the stream. He clicks a button and I immediately hear Cam speaking to him, bringing me back to feeling guilty about my feelings all over again.
I had no idea what I was going to do with the both of them.
*George*
"Wow. You're late." Cam says to me sarcastically, knowing I was the one reminding him of the stream in the first place and now I was the one late.
"Sorry, was with your mom." Cam spits out a long surprised 'what' then says;
"You're nasty George." I couldn't help but be in a good mood. Issa and I were technically dating now. Everything was starting to feel normal again since the school.
"That's what your mom said last night." I quickly come up with another come-back, causing Cam to yell a quick 'oh my gosh'. Soon after I hear a small whispered giggle behind me, but I refrain from looking to give what I knew to be Issa's presence away. I slide my phone in front of me and type to Cam;
Me: 'give me Issa's #'
Cam does as I ask and I text her immediately;
Me: 'no giggling allowed ;)'
I quickly typed again;
Me: 'that was a joke, but really, no noises please."
Issa: 'ok. im assuming this is George? So no promises.'
I shake my head at her message with a smirk and refocus back into the game. Just then I get another text. I roll my eyes and look at it, expecting another from Issa. This time it was Cam.
Cam: 'why do you need Issa's number?'
I don't know why I felt weird about telling him about Issa and I, but I couldn't. Instead I reply with;
Me: 'she was just being a little loud. Its dealt with now.'
It felt wrong to lie about us to Cam. Was I not telling him because I still had feelings for him too? He had feelings for me in the school, he could easily have those feelings for me in real life and I didn't want to risk them going away if he found out. I shouldn't he thinking this way again, it caused me to lose Issa last time, and I can't do that.
Cam doesn't respond, but I notice he left me on read. I finally turn off my phone and once again, focus on the game. I read the chat and see the account 'theogissabelle' had donated ten dollars to me.
Attached to the donation is a message reading out loud for me; 'get off your phone Georgie ;)'
With a smile I reply aloud;
"Who says I'm on my phone-look-" I throw up my hands showing the chat I was off of it. Then I'm hit with a realization.
Quickly re-reading the username, I wondered if this was Issa's account. I smoothly ruffle my hair to the side so I can sneakily catch a glimpse of her on my bed.
I see her staring at me with big mischievous eyes. All she simply does is wave at me with a flirtatious smirk, confirming me of my suspicions. I would have to remind her to use my nicknames alot more often, it was cute.
Completely forgetting he was even there for a moment, Cam speaks up;
"George. Lying is bad. Don't do that"
"Oh shut up."
"You need a-a punishment George." Cam awkwardly laughs after his comment like he immediately regretted his words.
"Uh. What was that Cam-? Punishment?" He pauses at the sound of me saying his real name. Nobody usually used his name on his lives, so whenever we did he would freeze up.
"C'mon Cam. Don't go all shy now." He scoffs at me but says nothing. Just then a ding sounds, signifying that someone had joined the call. It was Riley.
"Stop flirting!" Then he left the call again straight after. Neither one of us said anything. Normally Cam would defend himself, this time he ignored it. I couldn't even think of what to say either. It was much harder to fake how you felt with a face cam on for everyone to see your reactions.
My real problem was Issa, who was right across from me hearing and watching everything.
I was the first to say something finally;
"Ok then-new game?" Smooth.
•••
Hours pass and the stream was about done, but I decided to end it early, leaving Cam all by himself. I was beginning to feel awkward after Rileys comment about flirting, so I had no issue leaving him alone.
At some point, Issa left my room to go make herself some food. She snuck out after I turned my camera off and eventually came back inside shortly after I had gotten done. Just in time.
She walks back in my room with some pancakes and a huge side of bacon. I watch her, now incredibly starving as she sits down on my bed, seemingly proud of herself for making such perfect looking pancakes. Barely acknowledging my existence, she sits and chows down on her meal.
"You might want to try breathing at some point." I speak up and she quickly whips up her head at me with a ravenous look across her face now.
"I swear I haven't eaten an actual full meal in days. I needed this." She goes back to stuffing her face and I begin laughing uncontrollably at her. I see her pause her eating for a second before grabbing a piece of bacon and shoving it in my mouth. I sit there with the slice hanging out of my mouth staring back at Issa, who now looks just as amused as I was before.
"You try that bacon and tell me it doesn't just hit the spot." She continues eating while watching for my reaction closely.
I roll my eyes at her then begin chewing slowly. It had been way too long since I'd last had bacon, so I wasn't sure if it was because of that fact or just because Issa had cooked it perfectly, but my taste buds exploded in flavor almost immediately.
I combust into a soft moan and reach for another on her plate. She slaps my hand away instantly. I groan and she giggles at my defeat then says;
"What's the magic word?" I cross my arms feeling like a toddler and reply, small sounding;
"Please-may I have another?" I watch the pleasure burn alive in her eyes as she gets her way. She proudly grabs the bacon and hovers it over me like it was bait. I take it hastily then eat it without so much as really tasting it, which I immediately regretted. Surprising me, Issa adds;
"Here. Have the rest." Issa then hands over her plate while patting her stomach, signaling she was full. I don't hesitate to grab it from her and immediately start eating.
"Take your own advice. Remember to breathe George." Issa sits back watching me as I eat, looking proud of herself once more. Before I can even notice, the food is gone.
"Too late." I manage with a face full of grease, wiping it with my shirt. Issa scoffs so I ask curiously with a smirk;
"What did I do wrong this time?"
"It's just-you're wearing a white shirt and you decided to wipe grease all over it. Just-why?" She's glancing over at me judgementally studying my now brownish shirt with a grin. I then hatch an idea.
"I could just take it off-girlfriend-" Part of me cringed hearing myself utter the word. In my head it sounder smoother, but Issa's reaction told me it was just right. She was now blushing a pretty peach color on her cheeks.
"I don't know how to reply to that-"
"What, the shirt or girlfriend thing?" She runs a finger through her hair as I move away the plate I had just finished eating from.
"Well-both?" She tries nervously. I'm now moving closer to her on the bed, feeling bolder than usual. Issa's phone buzzes, but we both ignore it.
I get close enough to feel her breath exhale as I grab her waste and pull her towards me. I see her hesitate to get closer then give in.
"Maybe it was more of the shirt thing, actually." Issa lowers her eyes on me then flutters her hands around the rim of the end of my shirt. She begins tugging at my shirt as we hear a buzz come from my phone this time, which we once again ignore.
Finally she stops fumbling with my shirt and finds her way underneath to rest on my chest. She's feeling around my bare chest under my shirt, clearly enjoying herself when she pauses and makes eye contact with me.
The look in her eyes was lustful. It was even more than that. It was like she had been waiting for this for ages. Knowing I have been wanting this ever since I met her in the school, I give her the same look back.
"I-I just want to hold you." Her voice sounded so sweet and gentle, but the look she gave me said otherwise. Catching me off guard, next she takes one of her hands from my chest and gently grabs my hand with it. She's now watching as she moves it for me to mimic her movements under my shirt, only under hers now.
As soon as my fingers touch her, I hear her breathing hitch. She snaps out of it then moves her other hand back to caressing me. so I take my free hand and trail up her back, until I finally reached her bra.
It takes me a second but I unclip it. She manages, not easily, to let it fall from under her shirt onto the floor. There was even more buzzing coming from both of our phones now as we continue our embrace.
I lean back and look at Issa. Her shirt is still on but it's not hard to tell she was feeling something already. I hardly notice the imprints in her shirt though, because my eyes catch on something better.
As I'm looking at her, I glance up and notice she is smirking at me. Not like a casual, we're having fun smirk, but a tempting, I want you right now smirk.
I couldn't stop myself from groaning in pleasure from the feeling rising inside me. One more buzz rings from Issa's phone making her roll her eyes at last.
She turns her head toward her phone across the bed, still not moving but now looking irritated at the noise. She leans back, a hand placed on her forehead, exposing herself more through her shirt.
Without a second of thinking, I lean forward and reassume my hands positions underneath her shirt. Issa immediately goes from annoyed to pleased. My hands feel just under her chest as she moves in closer to sit on my lap.
The pressure on my jeans makes me groan yet again. She leans out to look at my face then slowly goes in beside my face to plant a kiss on my cheek. She exhales and asks with a whisper;
"George? Why aren't you touching me?" Confusion overwhelmed me as I was already touching her all over. Then the brief confusion ended when I realized what she really meant.
It shouldn't have been a big deal, we were already doing so much, and to be fair, I did take off her bra, so of course she'd be needy now.
I definitely wanted to, but why was I so nervous? Her confidence was intoxicating. It was making me feel so submissive, which I definitely wasn't. At least I thought I wasn't. Completely interrupting my thoughts, a knock comes from the door. Issa quickly jumps off me and rushes over to it, as if this was her own room.
"Issa? You dead in there? I've been trying to text and call-" She opens the door to find Cam standing there with a laptop and a few notebooks.
"Oh shoot! Yeah. I totally forgot. George and I were-catching up." Cam nods at her then looks to me with a shy smile.
"Way to ditch me on stream." I scratch my head and look over to Issa who is trying her best to kick away her bra lying on the ground away from Cam's vision. I casually move toward her then push her away and out the door while kicking it into my closet successfully.
Now leaning on the door while Issa and Cam were both outside, I say;
"Sorry. You two doing something now?"
"Helping her study. If we ever get to anyway." Cam gives Issa a mischievous smile to which she quickly responded to;
"I'm sorry. Here-let's go now then." Issa was walking down the hallway tugging Cam with her so fast I didn't get a chance to say goodbye. I stand there in the doorway, completely drained of energy.
I close the door and lay down in bed, feeling annoyed with myself for not growing a pair and giving Issa what she wanted. I mentally told myself; next time.
My phone buzzes again and this time I pick it up. I look and read a million messages from Cam asking for Issa. I giggle then read one just sent from Issa seconds ago;
Issa: 'Hey boyfriend. Lets do that again?'
My heart, and stomach, flutters at her message. I text back, feeling guilty again;
Me: 'of course, girlfriend.'
'Yeah, unless I pussy out again', I find myself wanting to type but hold back. Next time I'll have the balls to do it. Next time.