Dark (Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter 40

"Time did you well" Chuck says flashing me a wink. He is in his normal attire. Dashing suit that matches coordinately. "Chuck" I nicley nod. He walks toawrds the elvator. I glance over at Cameron who is giving me an unexpected look. Before I can ask him why he is giving me htat look, CHuck turns around. "Are you two coming?" He asks. "Where?" I question. "A Mr. Archibald is expecting you" He throws a wink my way. I curse under my breath.

"It wont be long" I sigh as I drag Cameron to the elevator Chcuk is waiting in. As we awkwardly stand cramed in the tiny room Chuck speaks. "Those sunglasses match you very well" he tells Cameron. If I understand correctly, Chcuk is mistakening him for a gay. We reach the floor That Cameron and I had just gotten off of and step out. "Now go change. Be at the empire by 7" Chuck demands and steps back into the elevator. "I thought Nate was here" I ask, he shakes his head. My phone buzzes. Its an e - blast. Great. Why did I subscribe for Gossip Girl again?

"Look who decided to come out of hibernation, In Sweatpants? Has "A" lost her common sence or was she thrown to the dogs. But wait my lovlies, best part is, she is occampied by the charming Cameron Dallas. I wonder what would happen if the public found out?"

xoxo Gossip Girl.

The pictures shows Cameron and I getting off of our plane. The shot was terrible but she always finds a way to me. "Whats Wrong?" Cameron asks looking at my phone. "Nothing" I smile swiping my phone into the pocket of my Roots. "Lets go get ready" I open our hotel door and sigh. Cameron cannot find out about Gossip Girl, I will do everything in my power to keep it from him.

"Knowing Chuck, The party requirs dresses and ties" I inform Cameron. He shakes his head but finds his suit. "Why are we going to this? And who was that asshole we has the funny reasoning that im gay?" He agirly asks. "I will explain everything on the way, Its just were late" I whine, kissing his lips.

Quickly, I run into the bathroom and curl my hair and apply my makeup. I run out of the bathroom and notice Cameron sitting on the bed looking ever so perfect. I grab my white lace dress and slip it on infront of him and tie the black ribon around my waist. The dress is shorter than I thought it would be. I put on my small black heels and looked up at Cameron. "Ready?" I asked. He nodded. "our cab is waiting down stairs." He is such a good sport. I run up and hug him. "I love you" accidently falls out of my mouth. "What?" He asks, almost like he couldint hear me. "Nothing" I recover myself and run out the door, pulling on his arm.

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We both walk inside the Empire Hotel and can here the loud music coming from down the hall. "You dont have to do this" I reassure Cameron. "Lets go" He says leading the way. I hug his arm and walk inside with him.

The room is warm and is filled with the beautiful smell of Chanel. "Alexia" I hear my mothers voice behind me. I turn around. "I'm so glad you came" she winks.

"Are you going to tell me why you really brought me here?" I ask hoping she will crack. She sighs looking around. "Alexia" her eyes fixed on my face. I pull Cameron closer to me awaiting for the news. Her eyes wonderingly jolt to our linked arms and she bolts in between us as a short, middle aged man wearing a black suit approaches us.

"Dashing Party Anne" he smiles up at my mother. I keep a straight face. the man turns his head and looks me in the eyes with a squint. "Alexia!" Glad to finally meet you" he holds his hand out.

I discretely shake it and smile. "You and Nate make a wonderful couple" I hold back my scream. "Nate?" I ask again. "Yes" he nods his head. "Your mother was just recently telling me about your latest trip to Paris" he flashes a weak smile.

The poor man. He is just another fellow my mother has manipulated to make herself look like the dashing mother she wants to be.

Cameron and I both smack out heads towards my mother who stands in between us. I turn back around obtaining my composure. "Enjoy the party" I tell him as I push my mothers back.