faking it ◉ c.d

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◉leah

"do you have a robe?" cameron asks.

"obviously not, otherwise i'd wear it. sorry me being in my underwear in my room is inconvenient to you, asshole." i scoff, walking out of my bathroom in my matching white lace bra and panties.

"dude, you're literally sitting on my bed in nothing but a towel."

"uh, i have boxers on underneath."

"anyway help me pick out an outfit."

"why do i always have to help you?" he complains as he  gets up to follow me to my closet.

i turn around and push his chest, "fine, then don't help."

i turn back around, walking in my closet with my hands on my hips.

i pick out a beige flowy dress that laces up at the top.

"do you really wanna wear a dress?"

"its casual." i roll my eyes, putting it back.

i pick out a plain gray t-shirt that laces up, handing it to cameron for him to hold.

i bend down to pick out a pair of shorts. as soon as i pick out a light pair, i feel cameron behind me with his hands on my ass.

i stand up and turn around, "really?"

"what?" he says nonchalantly.

i turn back around to think. i think i want a different shirt.

i grab the other shirt and swap it for a plain black t-shirt, feeling my ass being grabbed yet again.

"cameron!" i shout and laugh.

"i can't resist, it's so nice." he mumbles.

"go get dressed, before i hit you." i push his chest.

he rolls his eyes, walking away to his dresser.

i get dressed in the closet before walking to fix my hair in the bathroom.

"cam, what should i do to my hair?"

"i don't know or care."

"fucking asshole." i mutter under my breath.

i blow dry and straighten my hair before putting on mascara and doing my eyebrows.

i leave the bathroom to see cameron dressed in a black stussy t-shirt, light jeans and black vans.

"can you get my bag while i put on my shoes?" i walk over to the closet, slipping on black vans as well.

"what movie are we seeing?" he hands me my bag and phone.

"you pick." i lead downstairs.

"the shallows." he smirks, making me whine.

"i hate scary movies. and you know that."

we go out the front door, "you said i can pick."

"whatever." i pout getting in the front seat.

"you should post me on your insta and your snap, because i'm great."

"lea', im driving."

"i know, it's for future reference, duh." i grab his phone out of his pocket.

"im only gonna post your ass, though."

"typical fuckboy. why are you obsessed with my body?"

he shrugs, "i mean, i have told you many times about how great your body is."