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Post by mia on Jul 19, 2012 6:58:39 GMT -5
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"Relax, Cameron. I was just kidding about living together. Although, I feel weirdly comfortable around you so it could work," she said to him as they started walking hand in hand. "It's wise to know the person first anyway, because you don't want to live with a serial killer or someone creepy like that." Mia was doing her best to keep the mood and conversation light, not really wanting to delve into anything more complex than the normal conversation topics.
At first when Mia realized she had grabbed hold of his hand as she walked out, she was kind of embarrassed by her actions. She knew she couldn't just assume that he'd be ok with holding hands after knowing each other for such a little time. However, when she felt him squeeze her hand back she knew he was ok with it and she was very glad. Cameron's hand felt soft in hers as they continued to walk down the street, giving her a chance to feel a few callouses on his palms, probably from doing dance numbers and things like that.
To be safe, Mia slipped on her sunglasses that she had tucked on the front of her jacket so she could hide her face from the evil paparazzi people. When they were about 5 minutes from her apartment, she heard yelling approaching rather quickly from behind and turned around to see the same group of paparazzi trying to catch up to her and Cameron right now on the street. Sighing and preparing herself for a run from them, Mia tightened her hold on Cameron's hand and looked up at him, saying, "Guess we should run, huh?" She surveyed the area in front of them to see where the closest alleys were that could lead to her apartment building and began running, her hand still holding Cameron's hand tightly as she tried to escape with him from the mob.
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Post by cameron james munroe on Jul 19, 2012 9:00:04 GMT -5
i m a t a p a y p h o n e t r y i n g t o g o h o m e
all of my change i spent on you. [/font][/size]  :// cameron janes munroe\\:[/center] where have the times gone, baby it's all wrong. Cameron figured that Mia was merely joking, but truthfully he could really never be too sure about that and he knew his mom would ask questions if all the sudden was living with someone. “Understood, I just don’t want my mom asking questions” he just laughed a little bit at the very thought of just what he had to say, it was just a little funny just having to think of that. “I’m sure that I’m not a serial killer or anything though by the way, I’ve never killed anyone” he said quite truthfully. Why in the world would he ever do something like that, a life in jail just didn’t sound pleasing to him at all.
Holding Mia’s hand honestly didn’t feel as strange as he thought it would be, before this he had really been around more guys then girls. It just seemed easier for him in a way, since he acted all the time and even played gay guys before being bi and around guys all the time, it was easy for him. He sorta supposed that being bi he had to suspect that though, people could see him with a girl or a guy at any given moment and in both cases he just let it come as it may and just ignored people when they just assumed. After years of dancing and performing, sure his hands weren’t the nicest but that was what happened, his feet seemed to be no better.
As he slipped his sunglasses back on and fixing his hat he rolled his eyes at the sound of the paparazzi, oh yes the life of a celebrity. He seemed to only wonder why so many people seemed to just want this life, a life that sometimes he would just rather be away from. It wasn’t always as nice as it seemed to be, it was rather stressful really if anything. “Ready as I’ll ever be” Cameron glanced once at the paparazzi behind them before breaking into a run to keep up with Mia and trying not to let go of her hand for even a minute. He hated having to run, but when times called for it, it was really the only thing he could really do. Yeah he was sure to sleep well tonight, but then again he normally did.
where are the plans we made for two? tag: Mia
word count: 388
notes: He's so hot, omg and hope this is alright. a l l t h e s e f a i r y t a l e s a r e f u l l o f s h i t.
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