**Chapter 1**
"Cameron! Over here"
A flash of bright white lights take off in my direction. Instinctively, I grin, showing off my pearly whites to the paparazzi. Girls scream my name, tugging on my hand, asking for me to sign their merchandise. I comply to their fangirling, scribbling down my autograph on custom made t-shirts with my name on it and once in a while, the occasional forehead. I scoot slightly, taking in all of my fans' demands, soaking in the huge and important feeling of being popular.
"Cam, "
I turn to face the blue eyes of my best friend, or should I say pawn toy. All these while, I admit, I have been using him for my dirty work. Ever since I met him on the GLEE Project, I concluded right away that he's the most likable of the 12 and would have the most fans.
I was right of course. His height of popularity increased mine.
I try to keep a straight face as he looks at me with that grin of his. I'm annoyed actually. He's being too close to me, probably since he doesn't know my plan. Waking me up early in the nights for FIFA and begging me to bring him bowling. I have shouted at him many times, hoping he would catch the hint, but no, he thinks I'm just tired.
"Damian,"
I reply as the squeals of Dameron fans ring in our ears. I know what the fans want, they want a Dameron hug or maybe, I don't know, a kiss on the cheek. Guess what? I'm doing both.
I pull my pawn closer, enveloping him in a tight hug, his muscles tighten before relaxing as he hugs me back in response. I pull back before giving him a small peck on the cheek.
Immediate flashes and camera clicks. Shouting and squealing for an encore. I look down at him, who is blushing red and trying not to face me.
"KISS DAMIAN ON THE CHEEK AGAIN!"
"NO, LIPS!"
"DO BOTH, DAMERON!"
Something I forgot to mention too…
I'm pretending to be in love with him.