134 | learning how to cook.

CAMERON'S P.O.V

When I came back home after recording a new song at the studio with Jake, my record producer, who had flown to New York as soon as I had sent him a sample of the song I had in my mind, the house seemed different. According to his words, the songwriting and the song was so insanely good that we should go to record it right away. I had told him that I could just fly to LA because I did not want to disturb him and disrupt his schedule, but Jake had lived up to his name — he was every bit kind and generous like the magazines said.

When I finally returned home — I was expecting to be the only one in the house. I had even made a mental note and knew exactly what I was going to order today. Our routine everyday had become too seamless to exist only in my mind — I came home by nine p.m., would clean up my room, freshen up, order the food, and then make Shayla's bed while waiting for her to come back home. While waiting for the food and her, I'd carefully choose which Netflix