《Instafamous|| B.U.》Fifty-Nine
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SAME DAY
As soon as I read the message from Brendon on Instagram, I went to start getting ready. I wasn't needed on set today, so I was spending the day just hanging around my apartment. Bren was in meetings all day finalizing stuff for th album, so we weren't able to spend the day together like originally planned. Aella and Jax were needed on their own sets today, so that didn't work out either.
Since I had showered that morning, I deemed it unnecessary to do so again. I was dressed in one of Brendon's shirts and a pair of Victoria Secret brand leggings, so I went and got changed into a black and white striped sweater and black jeans with white converse. I left my hair in it's natural waves, and applied a light layer of makeup.
By the time I was finished, it was 5:30, so I sat down on the couch and read Milk and Honey while waiting for Bren to show up.
At exactly six, a knock came from my door. I but the books down found my purse and hat and opened the door to reveal Brendon.
"Hey babe," he said, kissing me on the temple as I locked the door."
"So where are we going babe?" I ask my boyfriend of nearly six months.
"Well, I wanted to make you dinner, so we're just going to my house."
"I could've driven there myself you know. You didn't have to come pick me up."
"I wanted to spend the extra fifteen minutes with my beautiful girlfriend though," he says, and I feel my face heat up. "Don't worry babe, if I were as beautiful as you I would be blushing too."
"Brendon baby, stop it!" I whine, and he grabs my hand, keeping the other on the wheel.
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"I can't help but tell you the truth!" he said, bringing my hand up to kiss it. "I hope tonight will end up going great."
"Why wouldn't it?"
"You'll see later," he said, and pulled into his driveway. He got out quickly and ran around the car to open my door for me.
"You do realize you don't have to do that for me, right?"
"Yes, but I love doing it," he told me, and connected our hands once again. He led me to the house and he started on dinner, not letting me do anything.
It was nearly an hour later when our chinese takeout arrived. Brendon had burnt the steaks, and hadn't thought about a back up plan, so I ordered food instead.
"One thing that I did not screw up, is I arranged a place for us to eat outside," he said, and I laughed.
"Ok Bren," I replied and followed him outside. There was a blanket laid out with candles spread out around it. "This is beautiful, Bren."
"Thank you. It took me a while to do it earlier, mainly because the fucking candles kept going out."
We sat down and ate out food, making small talk as we ate. When we were finished with that, Brendon took our dishes inside as to not attract flies. He came back out with another blanket that he laid over the top of us. We looked up at the stars for a while until he sat up, pulling me up with him.
"Hey Cam?" he asked, pulling his phone out and I heard the video noise.
"Why are you filming this?"
"I need to tell you something," he said, completely ignoring my question.
"Bren, you're freaking me out. What's wrong?"
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"I love you," he told me, making direct eye contact with me. I smiled, and pulled my hat down to cover half of my red face.
"I love you, too." After I said that, he turned off the video and put his phone down, a huge smile across his face as well. He leaned over and kissed me, both of us still smiling.
[INSTAGRAM POST]
Camari, approximately two seconds after I told her I love her.
Tagged: cecejacobs
AWWWW
MY #CAMDON HEART
ew why would he love that?
because she is amazing. if you truly are a fan of Brendon's you would be happy the he's happy and in love, even if it's not with who you think it should be with.
I love you too Bren💖
YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE DOING THIS YOU FUCKER
AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME HE DID IT
that's because he did it like 20 minutes ago
AWW MY BEST FRIENDS ARE IN LOVEEEEEEEE
So I'm not one of your best friends?
I thought I was your best friend
I thought I was!
I'm her best friend and everybody knows it!
YOU'RE ALL MY BESTFREINDS! NOW SHUT UP AND ADMIRE THE CUTENESS THAT THIS POST CONSISTS OF!
Aella is me.
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