awaking in the morning, i found my eyes to not need to adjust to the warm morning sun. rather, the early dawn rays. picking up my cracked phone, i concentrated my eyes upon the screen, seeing the time as 5:09 am. shit. why the hell am i up so early?

getting up from the bed, i pad down to the kitchen, unboxing some captain crunch and dumping it into a bowl, then adding lactose free milk over the top. that's how you make cereal. because then the milk sets in and adds flavor. and if you're someone like me, you don't like your cereal as crunchy as others, so therefore, it's a win for me.

after hours of watching old fitz videos, my mind was circulating with questions. one of the voices in the videos sounded way too familiar. i know it sounds crazy because i know most of the people, but it was different. it was almost like it was a past memory.

blankly, i stare at the ceiling with boredom. "ow! damn." i curse, feeling blood fill my mouth from my teeth clenching over the exposed flesh. i run my tongue over the wound, trying to calm it from hurting so bad. "I need to get out of the house." my voice was barely a whisper as i thought of what i really needed. recently i've been going out almost every day that it is starting to become a routine.

as i stand to my feet, i felt the blood rush out of my wound once more. I was already dressed in black jeans and a blue and black jumper. "dad, i'm heading out!' i called out, not really knowing where i was going. the streets were pretty packed today and since winter was starting to come around again, everyone had on huge jackets that took up enough space for two people. however, i didn't even bother with a jacket since i knew i wasn't going to get cold.

"one americano, please,' i order with a small voice, anxious to be socializing. "uh, sixteen ounce, sorry. and that will be for audrey." the guy nods and puts my order into his pad. "thank you," i say and walk over to the pick up area.

"audrey?" a female called out. half of me thought it was me while the other thought it was someone else. i was half correct because it wasn't me who the person was calling for.

"americano for, audrey!" the worker yells, grabbing my attention from instagram. i grab the cup and begin to walk out of the doors. checking my phone for the time, i look at the three numbers. 2:30 pm. i have a little less than five hours until my date with cam. I know before i was acting so cool but i'm freaking out on the inside. what if he actually doesn't like me? what if this date just changes his mind about me? shit.

i press the call button and feel my heart drop into my stomach, an instant wave of regret washed over me. why was i calling him? "huh?" his voice was scruffy like he had either just been in an argument, crying, or just woke up.

"cam, i'm just going to straight up tell you right now." i inhaled as deeply as i could. "if you don't want to go on this date i will totally be fine with that. because i don't want to push you into anything you don't want to be apart of. i just don't want you to be pressured into anything." he sighed over the line and shuffled around a bit

"you really think i don't want to go on a date with you? audrey i am so enamored by you to the point where i was too afraid to ask you out myself. i was scared of being rejected."

"what if i'm the one whose not ready?" he stuttered over his thoughts and finally let out an aggravated breath. "like, i'm not sure. i think i'm just nervous. my hands are shaking just thinking about it."

"i think it's because you like me,' he snickered. "give it a little, and if you still feel like not going on a date with a giant asshole like me, give me a call." i laughed lowly, feeling the shaking in my hands begin to die down.

"hey, uh, is swagger there?"

"yeah, he is in his room recording something for his 2 mill," he says.

"Well, tell him to meet me at burgerlove. he has a quest." cam hums and whispers a sweet goodbye.

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"hey, babe." swags greets, a sick smile along his face as he rolls up to the curb. "this some unplanned date or som?" he joked, unlocking the car doors as i pulled at the handle.

"no, but you're going to help me plan for one." he scoffed and began to drive off. "why is it a bad thing?" i question, fiddling with my hands as we drive through traffic.

"i'm just worried it is some asshole guy. where'd you meet him, what is his occupation, does he have any hot ex girlfriends?" swag pushed, trying to find out as much as he could without getting too personal.

"he's an old friend," i answer. "he is a entertainer, and i have no clue about the hot ex girls."

"okay, okay... so does he have kids or some whack shit? does he like cereal? how long has he actually known each other? did you meet him in oregon?"

"jesus, eric. calm down." he nods his head and taps his fingers against his steering wheel. "lets see... as far as i know, he does't have any kids, he is okay with cereal, and i've only really known him for 4 years at most." i was surprised he wasn't connecting the dots. "he is 2 years older than i am, he is actually really cute.... umm. he has really chill friends and is really into weed and alcohol."

"you talking about matt?" he chuckled lowly.

"sure."