CAMERON'S P.O.V
I had seen quite some boats in my twenty three years of existence on this planet, but Joseph Black's yacht was seriously something else.
SHAYLA'S P.O.VI struggled to get out words from my mouth at the sudden appearance of Stan – and by the dirty gleam in Amber's eyes, I barely doubted that Stan's invitation here was all merely just a coincidence.I would go out on a limb and say that Amber had planned all of this.I could feel the anxious feeling forming knots in my stomach, but the feeling of Cameron's thumb rubbing soothing circles on the skin of my waist – through the flimsy material of my dress, sure did help calm my nerves."Oh, Stanley." I smiled at him sweetly, wiggling slightly so that Cameron's arm would rest firmly on my waist and would be purely on display. "Fancy meeting you here."Stanley stammered, searching for words but ended up mumbling a rushed 'yeah'. "So, you're Amber's date, hm? Sweet." I asked, sipping on my flute of non-alcoholic champagne to hide my smile that had blossomed at Amber's reaction to my calm demeanour.Aw, poor girl really thought I would freak out and run this time as well. How wr
SHAYLA'S P.O.VHe gave me a small smile – and in the all-too-familiar Stanley way, the right corner of his lip tipping up slightly, accentuating the mole that laid there.
CAMERON'S P.O.VAfter suffering through some
CAMERON'S P.O.V"I- how-" Amber fumbled for words as I stared at the two of them in absolute surprise. "What do you know?"
SHAYLA'S P.O.VMy OMG-I-KISSED-CAM fever was, like most of the things, popping up in my head, over & over again – due to my overthinking trait, which was
CAMERON'S P.O.V"It's F.R.I.E.N.D.S time," I informed her, pointing towards the television with the remote.
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Ready for this letter?" I asked, running my thumb over the fold creases of the paper.
CAMERON'S P.O.VHe is dead, Cameron. He is no more.